Thread: Eldritch Eclipse ( Casketslinger & SweetMarie)

RE Eldritch Eclipse Jack walked into Jerry and Trish's antique shop aptly named, Bits Boons. The front of the shop was was empty as it was well after closing hours on Thursday night. He'd seen the EA van parked in the side parking lot, its shocks compressed and it's body sitting low on the tires which meant Henry and Kerri had done as he was asked and loaded it up with all their ghost hunting gear. He didn't like to go around the HQ because if the landlord saw Jack he'd start ear beating him about the months of past due rent he was owed. Hopefully though that would all be coming to an end soon though, if things went well up in Massachusetts. On a side note though, he remembered Jess saying things about Aunt Adeline's house when they were home from separate private schools during the summers. Their parents had been so worried that they would start some inappropriate relationship with one another that they'd sent Jessica off to stay with their Aunt. It had only lasted that one summer because Jess had gotten so freaked out that she'd thrown a tantrum until they'd sent her a bus ticket to come home. Every summer after that, they spent in a series of separate summer camps for their parents peace of mind. But in those few passing heavily supervised days they did get to spend back at home before school started again he'd asked her what had freaked her out so bad. As he knew Aunt Adeline had lived in a giant country mansion and that seemed pretty great to him, but when pressed on the subject she could only say that her nights were filled with nightmares and she'd felt uneasy the whole time she was there. The memory of this is what gave Jack the idea to bring the ghost hunter gear. If he was truly lucky then the old house would be haunted and he knew his Aunt would have never let any sort of investigators in her house. She was the type of eccentric woman that if her house had ghosts then they were hers and hers alone, not to be shared. This meant it was virgin territory and there was nothing more juicy in the over saturated world of televised ghost hunting than a place no one has ever been before. Not only might he make money on selling the antiques and eventually the house, he'd get a shot at the scoop of a century in his career field. It might even be enough to burn off the negative stigma the debacle of the Hinsdale house had hung over EA's reputation. HEY! You guys in here? It's Jack! Jack called out as he made his way through the dark display room and back toward the inventory room. He oped the door and the loud moans of fucking filled his ears. Henry was sitting there at the table with his headphones on and smoking a joint while the monitor sitting on the table showed Jerry and Trisha in the middle of an extreme penetration scene involving a supposedly cursed Irish shillelagh. To make things worse, 16 year old intern Kerri was sitting right next to him and watching along intently while munching on a bag of Doritos. What the fuck? Jack said reaching out and grabbing the joint out of Henry's hand, throwing it to the floor and stomping it out. Don't be a dick man! I only got so much pot to last us while we go on this little excursion and you're fucking wasting it! Henry complained as he reached down and picked up the squashed butt of a joint off the ground. And what are you doing? huh? You're 16 for God's sake, what would your parents say if they knew you were hanging around with a pothead and watching adult vidoes? Not to mention your eyes are as glassy as his are! You prolly got a contact high for God's sake! Give me those, they are as bad for you as the pot and the porn any damn way! Jack said as he snatched the half eaten bag of chips from Kerri. Hey those are mine! And for your information my mom is very liberal about my sexual education....DICK! Kerri protested. Listen just pack this shit up and let's get on the road ok? Where the hell are Trisha and Jerry anyway? Jack asked and tossed the bag of Doritos back to Kerri after stealing a handful. This ain't a video man, It's a live feed. Jerry is just about to make sweet sweet little Trisha squirt with that cursed Irish club and then I can post it online.......ready...wait for it.......and.....3.....2.......1.....BINGO! WE HAVE WATERWORKS! Henry gave surprisingly accurate commentary to the vulgar sex act. Wow, that is a lot of female jizz....she's like a geyser! Kerri added in. Yep she's got a talent that is for sure! Henry concluded and started the post production on the video before sending it off to the millions of Trisha Newman spanking fans. The backroom door opened and out drunkenly stumbled Trish, still buck naked and dripping from the midsection. Whew! that was fucking hot....I don't know if I wanna sell this one Hank! This might end up going in my personal toy drawer. I don't think I've cum that hard since....since....well I don't think I've ever cum that hard. She said giggling. Fuck Trisha, we need to get on the road, can you please get dressed! Jack scolded her. Jerry came out of the dark backroom next, still dressed in his gimp suit and Jack huffed in frustration. Come on Jer, you can't make a drive that long in that latex thing....can you and Trish please put on some real cloths and lets get this show on the road. PLEASE! We have to meet Mr. Vincent at noon tomorrow an it is a long ass drive! Jack pleaded. Oooh settle down, jeepers it's like the guy has never had deviant sex before! Jerry said with a chuckle. Well I've never seen him with a girlfriend, Have you Hank, you've known him since college? Kerri asked. Nope can't say that I have....maybe he plays ball for the other team and can't come to terms with it....Jack have you ever fantasied about my ass? Henry asked with a stoned laugh. Alright this is all very funny....now please Jerry and Trish get dressed and go an get into your car, Kerri your riding with them, Henry and I will be taking the van. Jack concluded and made up big sweeping gesture with his arm to get everybody moving. The drive was long with Henry taking the first shift of driving the van while Jack rode shotgun and Jerry drove their Saturn and the two girls slept. They stopped halfway so that everybody could stretch their legs, refuel and Jack and Henry switch positions in the van. Jack inquired about how Jerry was doing but when he saw the six empty red bull cans fall out of the drivers seat when Jerry got out of the Saturn he guessed he was alright. They started out the second leg of the trip at around 3 am. It didn't take long before Henry dosed off and Jack was left alone with his thoughts. The stretch of road was smaller than some of the bigger highways they'd traveled and with no street lights and a heavy fog starting to form, Jack dropped the accelerator from 60mph down to around 45mph. He knew this was deer country and if he pegged one it might take all his high hopes for this little endeavor and flush them down the toilet. He saw in the rearview mirror that Jerry had got the hint and backed off tailgating his bumper. Slowly fading back his headlights became smaller and smaller. It was around then that Jack saw the strange silhouette on the side of the road up ahead. It looked as though someone was standing in the side of the road, but that seemed pretty strange to him, it being a back road and it being so late at night. He dropped the speed even lower and looked back in the rearview to make sure Jerry took notice, but didn't see his partners headlights at all anymore. 'Fuck' he exclaimed hoping that he hadn't lost him. He turned his head back toward the approaching figure and it did appear the man was hitchhiking because he had his arm outstretched with his thumb raised. What the fuck? Jack dropped the accelerator right down to almost nothing and the van slowed to a crawl as he approached him. As the headlights illuminated the figured he could see that the man was quite fat with a large robust belly, and was wearing what appeared to be a white robe. As he came right up on him, a shiver ran up Jack's spine and he spiked the brakes at the realization of the figure standing on the side of the road. It was absolutely the man from the picture with his Aunt. He was fat and bald and wearing a bedsheet toga and those deep sunk dark eyes were unmistakable. The man had indeed been holding out his thumb, but not just one, he had both arms stretched out and both thumbs up. Jack started to hyperventilate, think that he might be having an some sort of stroke. It was then that the specter struck a pose, taking his outstretched fists and placing them against each of his cheeks with his thumbs sticking out like some sort of childish thing a teasing kid might do while sticking out his tongue at a classmate. The absurdity of the gesture made Jack cough out a terrified laugh of desperation and fear. Henry Goddamit WAKE UP! Jack said reaching over and punching Hank in the arm. Jack's eyes were only off of the strange man his mother had called 'Al' or Mr. Crow or some-such-thing' for a brief second to stir Henry but when he looked back to the side of the rode the man was gone. Why'd you wake me up man? I was having a nice dream dude....Kerri was hitting on me and she was wearing this sexy little school girl outfit...and... Henry started to mumble, still mostly asleep. It's nothing....go back to sleep, I'll wake you when we get there.... Jack said and suddenly a car horn shook him from the trance like state he was in. Jerry's car was right behind him and Jerry was hanging out the window yelling. Come on man! What's the hold up....LETS GO! Jerry yelled and honked his horn. Jack let off the brakes and started to roll again. They arrived at the backwoods address at around 10 am. The Mansion seemed to be the only house on the dirt road and no other houses were even close. The two vehicles rolled up to the dilapidated mansion and parked just outside the front doors after driving around the circle driveway and admiring the massive fountain out front. Everyone got out and stretched the stiffness from their bones. Alright we still have a few hours before my sister or Mr. Vincent arrives. Feel free to walk around, but nobody goes in the house until the lawyer gets here. Jack calls out and the gang starts to mingle about.