Thread: Eldritch Eclipse ( Casketslinger & SweetMarie)

The gang stood on the porch waiting for the storm to pass, the others discussed how crazy it was that the Mercedes had almost killed them but Jack stood silently staring at Jess and Dean's rental car. As the hours passed the storm didn't let up, instead it intensified and as the wind picked up the rain started blowing the rain into the porch and soon everyone was starting to get wet. Well fuck it.....I'm gonna kick the door in. Henry finally said after watching both Kerri and Trish start to shiver from exposure. Henry walked up and planted his foot solidly in the door but almost fell backward when the thing didn't even budge. He tried three more times before hurting his leg and eventually giving up. Shit man....fucking thing is made out of solid oak....It ain't opening without a key. Who's gonna go out in this weather and crawl inside that lawyer's car and try to find the key? Kerri asked shaking like a leaf and so wet that her white blouse was now see through. I'll fucking do it! Jerry announced and standing up. I'm freezing my ass off and If I don't get some dry clothes on soon my balls are gonna shrivel up! Jack nodded and they all watched as Jerry pulled his already wet shirt up over his head and scurried down the stairs toward the crashed car. Jess had somehow opened the crushed door and so Jerry just climbed up and started searching the dead man. He was in there for a few minutes his legs hanging out of the car and kicking comically but soon he cam scarring back, a set of keys in one hand and a leather briefcase in the other. Got'em and I grabbed his briefcase too....I figured he probably had some papers pertaining to the house in here.... You're welcome! Jerry said and tossed the leather satchel to Jack. oooh thank god! Trish said as Jerry fingered through the keys trying random ones until the lock clicked and the door swung open on its own. Come on Jack.....Don't stay out her just to appease her, I am sorry your sister got mosested or whatever in here, but that don't mean you have to stay out here in the cold rain....your gonna catch your death. Trish said as she walked up and grabbed him by the arm. She never said she got molested, all she's ever said about it was that something bad happened. I don't even know if she remembers what happened but she's got her reasons. Jack answered as he slowly turned from staring at their car back toward the open door of the house. Jack was the last in the house and turned and gave a final look back out at Jess' car. He prayed that she wasn't going to let him go in alone but with no movement in the car he closed the door and turned to observe the interior of the mansion. He really had no memory of the the place but it did seem familiar as soon as he saw it. The entryway was big, it was a circular room with no ceiling and you could see all the way up the three stories, stained glass windows flashed with lightning and illuminated the tall room with random colors. The Entry room had one major point of interest and the entire team stood in awe staring at it. In the center of the room was a gigantic marble statue of knelt man, Greek looking and nude, the muscled form was breathtakingly beautiful. It was also unmarred other than where his phallus would have been carved, it was busted off and missing. Geez how the hell did they even get it in the house? That thing must weigh like tons! Kerri announced and everyone shook their heads in agreement. He's a big fella but lacks something in the sex department Trish said and giggled, but it wasn't her usual boisterous laugh, this one was nervous and small. He had something on his head as well that's now missing. Henry remarked and they all shifted their gaze from the stone goliath's crotch up to his forehead where something used to but no longer was. Maybe he was a double unicorn! Jerry said and laughed trying to break the uneasy tension they all felt. Henry reached over and hit the light switch. the lights flickered for a second and then went out. No power from either the storm or the bills not getting paid. Alright fuck this I'm wet and I am cold and my suitcase is still in the Saturn and I'm not going back out there to get it, soooo where are the bedrooms? Trish announced. I am pretty sure they are upstairs, there are maybe four big bedrooms on the second floor. The one at the end of the hall was Aunt Adeline's. Jack said as he opened the pocket doors and revealed the parlor. Inside there was a massive fire place and several old couches that were covered in plastic. Geez Jack, I thought you hadn't been here since you were a baby, how'd you remember that? Henry asked. I don't remember it.....I just know.....It's like I lived my whole life here but don't remember it. Jack answered in a daze. Jack walked into the parlor and saw the massive collection of antiques that filled the self's on the wall. What wasn't shelved had big oil paintings and the one that caught his attention immediately was the one over the fireplace. URLimg Al........ Al or Mr. Crow.....or some-such thing.....Aleister Crowley. How did I not figure that out? Jack asked himself seeing the picture of the bald man who'd worn a bed sheet toga that was in his family's photo album. This was also the same man that he'd seen on the side of the road last night and doing the very same gesture, with his fists up to his cheeks and his thumbs extended. The problem was that Aleister Crowley died in 1947, well before last night and well before even he and his sister were infants and photographed with this very man holding her while his Aunt held him. Jerry and Trish went up the stairs behind the giant statue. Once up there they picked the one of the first big bedrooms in the hallway. It was the one on the right and as soon as they opened the door their jaws dropped. The room was huge with its own sitting area and fireplace. The bed looked even bigger than a king size and had an ornate canopy with frilly lace hanging down. Massive bureaus had each wall and a big vanity with an original lead mirror took up the far wall. Holy shit...this place is fucking awesome Jerr......Fuck me in the ass on this bed! Trish announced as she shed her clothes and crawled seductively on to the massive feather stuffed mattress. Back downstairs Jack kept exploring the house he had no memory of but knew every square inch somehow. The parlor lead to the immense dining room with huge tarp covered table and crystalline chandelier. Its walls too were covered in old relics and big oil paintings. Kerri and Henry stood for a while in the parlor but with Kerry shivering she looked at Hank pleadingly. You wanna go up an look for a room for me to change in? She asked. You wanna stay in a room with me? Henry asked, hoping beyond hope that his dreams were finally coming true. No perv.....I just don't wanna go upstairs alone, can you please escort me up there? She answered with a dream crushing giggle. oooh yeah, of course...sorry about that....I just really like you and..... Henry started to retort but she cut him off. Look Hank I think you're really great and if we weren't such good friends I would definitely fuck your brains out but we are friends and I'm more into guys like....well like Dean.....He's hot, and he looks like he could take really good care of a girl....Jack's sister is lucky. Kerri answered as honestlky as she could, trying her hardest not to hurt her friend's feelings. Yeah I got it.... He responded but his head dropped like he'd been kicked in the dick. You can watch me undress if you want! She said trying to give him some glimmer of hope. Shit yeah, I'll take what I can get! He answered and gave her a playful smack and on the bottom as she scooted past him up the stairs to the second floor with a flirty giggle. Jack kept looking, it was all so strangely reminiscent and yet he had no real memory of ever being inside this big old house. The large plate glass doors on the West side of the dining room lead to the arboretum, it used to be a large ballroom back in the day but since his aunt owned his she used the glass walled hall as a room for exotic plants. Jack only peered out through the window and saw that it was vastly overgrown. They vines and foliage had taken over the room and now it looked more like an impassable jungle than a pleasant arboretum. Through the East door off the Dining room was the kitchen. It was ancient with stone and wood decor,it was here that water could be had and almost only here in the whole house. Yes there would be a large bathroom off of the kitchen but nothing upstairs. No running water in this old house but here as it was the only place plumbed in, in the entire house. Upstairs there were still porcelain bedpans but down here there was this one single modern commodity. Jack walked up to the sink and turned on the faucet. Dirty brown rusty water that looked like blood in the low light during the thunderstorm. Jack thought of poor Jess sitting out in the car with fucking 'Deano'. He didn't like the thought of her out there alone other than her boytoy. He wondered how she was doing and if he should go and check on her. Outside the wind howled and the rain was coming down in sheets. The thunder was so loud it was actually shaking the rental car and with only the sight of the crashed Mercedes with the dead lawyer in it and the house that Jess hated so much as scenery with every lightning strike one could only wonder what they were talking about. The creature in the woods that edged the property line didn't care. It's red eyes glowed in the premature darkness the storm had created. It wanted them to stay there, just until dark. Once the sun had set it was free to feed and it would do just that. Having been set free from its home dimension during a ritual decades ago, it was hungry and the people sitting in the car would tastes divine. It scratched at the wet earth below its claws biding its time.