Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Alice was still flushing when she finally settled on a plan and headed out to the front yard soaking wet. she paused to filthy herself up a little bit and soon had a reasonable excuse as to why she was wet, filthy, and flustered. Alice! what on earth!? Sage demanded, startled as she raced over to the woman. what happened?! i'm okay, i promise. i was testing the water plumbing and the Tub got all stopped up. i fell in trying to unstop it and then tripped on a table in the hall. she admitted, feeling quite chilled now that she was in wet clothes out of the wonderful heat. on the plus side, there's running plumbing here, and it get's really hot. we won't have to worry about cold water showers or bringing out the shower bags. she admitted, already crawling into a tent to gather some clean clothes and get changed. Are you hurt at all? no bruises? it's not like you to be so clumsy. was it the ghost? Tina asked, sounding worried. No, of course not. aside from a few faint emotions i haven't felt anything from the ghost at all. i think she might be sleeping, or hiding. Alice admitted. she had always been rather sensitive to such things, it was why she and Tina had started doing this in the first place. Tina loved information, and she loved to go to old haunted places and learn the truth. it bothered her when Folktales had no clear concise ending. being the rich daughter of a multimillionaire company owner and CEO Tina didn't have to work, ever, and could spend all the time and all the money she pleased on things like this. Sage on the other hand was the daughter of a low ranking drug syndicate. she'd grown up poor as dirt. not that it stopped her from making her own way in the world. she typically wrote popular Ghost Hunting books that sold very well. this wasn't the first house they'd found the truth for and it wouldn't be the last and Sage loved to write about each and every one of their adventures, even if she scoffed at the idea of Alice being 'sensitive'. or at the idea of ghosts being real. really she was just there because she didn't like collage. her English courses had been a waste of time, or so she said. Alice just figured that Sage hadn't liked any of the boys, or girls, there. not a lot of people liked Sage. Alice herself was there because she honestly wanted to help those that couldn't pass on. not all of the so called haunted places had actually been so, but she'd managed to help one ghost, a Major McKnathy who had been stabbed in the back by his second in command on the orders of his wife who was shagging said second in command. not to mention, working for Tina meant that she didn't have to worry about being abused anymore and she made enough money to buy her own food, buy her own clothes and have a roof over her head. she was a proud girl, despite being shy, she wanted to make her own way in the world and wouldn't accept charity when she could earn it for herself. so have you felt anything strong? Tina asked. Tina was more than willing to accept Alice's 'sensitivity' and had often used that sensitivity to locate evidence of what had really happened. just a strong sense of betrayal. Alice admitted. whatever happened, i don't think she killed herself. Alice admitted, sliding out of the tent, dry and in clean clothes. i think she was betrayed by someone close to her at the time. she was probably murdered, or attacked and left to die, or had an accident and wasn't helped or something. Alice admitted, pulling her hair back into a ponytail, ignoring how the sight of Tiny wearing only a tank top and a pair of shorts was making her cock twitch in her padded underwear. blasted thing! it had enough attention for today! still, it twitched again when she looked at Sage and noticed she was bent over, ass in the air to examine the footprint of some animal or another. somedays Alice hated herself. okay, most days Alice hated herself, some days where just worse than others.