Abstract: Every few decades every imaginable trope of All Hallow's Eve gather at a special haunted house for one and only one mysterious purpose, but first the staff must be assembled. * As Francette's hands pushed away from the stone bannisters, she feared having been caught listening in on her mistress. Somewhere below in the great hall, the witch conti...
While Michele slept Bill drove home very carefully aware that he was drunk and glad he didn't have far to drive. It took him three attempts to get his key in the front door lock but eventually he made it inside to find his wife snoring on the couch and the TV tuned to an all night shopping channel with the volume muted. Her skirt had ridden up exposing the d...
2 - Tuesday Night Kim leaned back in her chair with her feet up on her desk, running her highlighter over a freshly printed draft of her latest attempt at a novella. Another mistake she'd have to correct. Another line that didn't hit the notes she was going for. The page-- like so many others in her manuscript-- stared back at her with an angry red tone th...
Monday - Day 1: Training There was a lot to be said about the countryside and it's natural beauty. Most of it involved descriptors like 'boring', 'flat', 'bland' and Kim's personal favorite: 'quiet'. Having grown up on a quiet stretch of country road, the stillness was familiar in the way an old friend was. Unfortunately life had taken her away from wide o...
Chapter Three - Relax and Take What I Am Offering You Three weeks of agony... that's what Mrs Cashmore put me through. She didn't invite me over and she refused to see me or to answer my calls. Worse, she seemed to spend more time outside than usual, deliberately teasing me; dressed provocatively and ensuring that I saw her. She knew I was watching her and...
After Eggs Benedict and dark brewed coffee with cream, just as she liked it, Annika felt much better. A maid named Marnie, a pretty young woman in a neat black uniform, helped her bathe and dress in a gorgeous 1940s style sundress made of pale yellow linen with white trim. There was a bra for her, a strange satin conical one from the same era. It didn't fit...
Monday was a very depressing day. I knew I wouldn't be spending the night with Angie till the following weekend if we had it free. We had agreed it was just too time consuming for me to come over and still have to work the next morning. That morning I almost cried while I removed my press on nails. Angie consoled me by telling me the weekend was only five da...
Genevieve was rarely homesick now. She'd found other ways to keep herself busy since she had taken up sleeping with her employer, the man who owned the expensive estate she worked on. Gen was the personal maid to a millionaire family run by a young CEO who was coming slowly into his inheritance as his father continued to ail. He was rich, indulgent, good lo...
Volume 3: The Dancing Kitten 1 -- Monday Kim woke up to a pleasant soreness that brought flashes of the previous night into her muddled mind; feeling the press of her employer's body against hers as she clutched tight to her mistress's. Even before she opened her eyes to the unfamiliar bedroom she was blushing hot, the memories fluttering around in her l...
Even before I finished earning my degree in photography I had the chance to work with the girl of fantasies. I think it was during the junior year I came home for semester break. I arrived at the house late afternoon and found my youngest brother's sitter, Ami was still there. I've know Ami since she was born, her sister, Autumn, used to be my sitter. Seeing...