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A Chapter by E.A. Simon

The house was appropriately called Lumiere Nordique as it had a circular stained glass window above the stairs that dipicted the three wise men following the bright Northern Star. Streaming through that window was moonlight.

Dom, Laura and Sam were still awake and were sat together in the large room where the seven of them had initially gathered before bed. A checkered blanket was laid out on the floor with various 'favourite' food and drink items upon it. Dom called it the last supper.

The fire the three were maintaining was built with a huge pile of logs making raging, wavy flames.

'This place is great mate,' Sam said, sipping a beer.

Laura was huddled under Dom's arm, wrapped in a blanket, her face bright with warmth.

'Don't thank me, thank Laura.' Dom said proudly.

'Why don't you tell him the story of this place babe? You'll love it Sam, you honestly will.'

Laura looked up.

Sam looked intrigued.

'My cousin told me about this place,' she began, 'it belongs to her. My auntie Gina married a rich Belgium in the 70's and he owned loads of properties that he didn't use, this being one of them.'

'People with too much money basically.' Dom interjected.

'Well anyway,' Laura continued, 'my cousin hates this place and wants to sell. It turns out that Pierre, my uncle, had been using it regularly. He'd go on 'business trips' only to spend time here with another woman.'

'So a double life?' Sam looked invested. 'How do you know all of this?'

She sighed. 'Pierre died 10 years ago from liver cancer and on his death bed he wrote a letter to his whole family, explaining everything. I guess he couldn't keep it a secret.'

Dom looked at his girlfriend.

'Babe, you've not even told him the best part! Do you believe in ghosts mate?'

Sam shook his head.

There was more; Laura leaned in. 'When Pierre told the other woman he had to break up with her, she went crazy. I think she was our age at the time. He left her in this house then a day later she jumped in the river and killed herself.'

'He kept all that a secret for years.' Dom shook his head. 'And left that girl here to go mad. She mustn't have known what had hit her. What a c**t.'

Sam shook his head too.

'And here's me thinking all this was Dom's handy work.' Sam laughed.

'Well, this was Dom's idea.' Laura smiled. 'So I still give him credit.'

Dom pulled Laura's mouth towards his and kissed her.



Rich lay in the black his mind awhirl with imagery. He could hear the trio downstairs.

There were three soft knocks on his door.

'Richard? Are you awake?'

Kelly opened Rich's door a crack.

'I'm sorry to keep disturbing you.'

She pushed the door shut behind her, holding back the flood of light from the corridor.

Rich and Kelly were both in the dark together for a moment.

'Don't you have a nightlight in here?' Kelly said into the black.

Rich reached for the switch next to the bed and sat up.

'I'm sorry it's so dim.'

Kelly was barefoot. She walked towards the foot of Rich's bed and sat down.

She looked around;

'You're so lucky you don't have to share, Joanne has been snoring all night. She's a f*****g nightmare.'

Kelly smiled hesitantly.

'I just wanted to see if you're okay.'

'I'm fine Kelly, why shouldn't I be?'

'Well,' she got comfortable, 'I thought after what Dom said to you earlier, you'd be angry. And I've come to tell you that there's no need to be.'

Rich considered. He'd not thought of Dom.

'I'm totally fine,' he said.

'You know why he was like that with you don't you?' Kelly looked at Rich intensely.

'Because he's imtimidated by you. You threaten his manhood.'

She looked down.

'I've encountered pigs like him before and I think you are more man than he will ever be. I think you're sexy.'

Kelly looked back up at Rich slowly, concerned she may have offended him. Rich was silent, his silence holding back a thousand words.

'It doesn't matter anyway,' She said, trying to change the subject. 'It's late. As long as you're okay.'

'I'm honestly fine.' Rich said absolutely.

Kelly edged towards Rich. She glowed under the dim nightlight. She brushed Rich's hair away and kissed him coyly on the forehead.

Kelly's kisses were powerful. As she pulled away, Rich could already feel it working, her magic sparks popping around him.

'You know I never got your surname, Richard.'

'It's just Rich.' Rich replied.

Kelly shrugged it off. 'Have a good night and we'll talk more tomorrow.'

When she'd gone, Rich thought about Kelly and her words. He turned off the nightlight and rolled onto his side. His eyes felt weak. He rested them.



'Richard, come downstairs.' Rich recognised the fond voice; it was Kelly, calling to him.

As he opened his eyes, Rich could feel a soft light bathing in the room around him. He got up and walked to the door. He made his way down the long corridor and towards the staircase. There was a silence all around and a familiar smell of shampoo and cherries filled the air; It was Kelly's aroma. The scent was a sensation that ripened Rich's awarenesses. He felt that same longing sensation he had felt when Kelly's lips had touched his.

He turned into a large room, the floor covered with pillows and food and drink laid out on a checkered blanket. A lit fire, that was wild and relentless, made the room as hot as a sauna. There were a set of windows that overlooked the river which looked grander than ever, colours of the midnight shining in.

And there was Kelly, lying under the windows on her back, her beautiful, gold hair spread in perfect formation. Her cheeks were rosy and Rich could see the fire reflected in her pupils.

She was wearing a cream negligee, her legs apart, knees pointing to the ceiling. Rich slowly scanned his way down her body, feeling every curve with his eyes until he was face to face with the creature that was inside her, its chest panting, relentlessly thrusting.

It was half man half pig, a hideous vision. Its human hands were tied together with the belt of the negligee. The muscular naked figure was shiny with sweat and its heart was pumping violently. The panting transformed into pig noises; sloppy grunts and snorts. As it grunted louder and louder, Kelly began to moan, her arms and hips dancing with satisfaction.

Rich stared at the pig face. It was hairy and dead behind the eyes. He felt angry, his knuckles twitched at the thought of knocking it out. He yanked its left ear and to Rich's horrific surprise the head came clean off, bouncing to the floor and rolling to his feet. In place of the head was a familiar image. It was Dom. It had been Dom all along although he was different; he was colourless with distress and pain, and tears had stained his cheeks. Rich looked at Dom's mouth; it had been stitched shut, White threads now red with blood. Every time Dom screeched the threads pulled tighter, ripping his flesh, his eyes getting wider and wider with fear, pulsating lightening veins forming on his eye balls, fit to burst.

'Its your move.' Kelly said, laughing, looking up at Rich. Rich glanced at Dom again who was frozen, anticipating more pain.

Rich backed away. He looked at his palms. Both of them were covered in thick blood that dripped between his fingers and onto the floor. The strong smell of blood seized Rich in the centre of his forehead forcing him to close his eyes.

The darkness around him whirled and when it cleared, a soft light remained.



Rich opened his eyes. The fire in his room was lit and was hissing at him. He got out of bed and walked towards it. He glared into the yellow flames wondering how they'd got there. When he came back up, upon the fireplace was an envelope. It was addressed to Wesley Kampton.



© 2017 E.A. Simon



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E.A. Simon
Hi thanks for taking a look! Please let me know if the story is easy to follow and my if main protagonist is likeable! Also would love feedback on how to transform this from a young mans musings to a professional novel. Any help, feedback, comments greatly appreciated.

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Hi! I'm an Englishman living in Canada, I'm 22 years old and I've got a passion for writing and art. Outside of that I'm a professional dancer. Trademark_Artist on Instagram and EA Simon on Wattpad more..

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