Welcome to the first ever posting of Thursday Thrills. Each week a new picture will be chosen and I, along with a fantastic group of authors, will each attempt to thrill you with our version of the picture in anything between 100-1000 words.
At the end of my post the link to all the other writers taking part will be available, so you may see what they all came up with.
Now on to this week's image, an image that took me down a route I rarely travel. I hope you enjoy what I have come up with as I take you to
The Old
Brothel
(A tale from
beyond the grave)
As I traced my
fingers across the letters I allowed a smile to form on my lips.
There may not be now I
thought but there definitely used to be.
“Babe, do you think
this is a good idea?”
I shook the thoughts
from my head and turned to Melissa.
“It's fine babe
no-one has been here for years.”
“But is it safe?”
she asked nervously, her eyes darting along the crumbling brickwork
around the door frame.
“If it wasn't
there'd be notices saying so, wouldn't there?”
“I guess so
but...”
Turning away, before
Melissa finished her sentence, I pushed at the heavy wooden door and
was surprised when it swung open easily.
“That was easier
than I expected,” I said over my shoulder as I put one foot into
the building. “Well are you coming or what?”
Looking around,
making sure we were really alone, Melissa quickly stepped inside and
stood next to me.
Suddenly the door
slammed shut behind us.
“Must be the
wind,” I told Mel seeing the look of panic in her eyes.
“B-B-But there is
no wind,” she stammered as she turned back to the door, grabbed the
handle and tried pulling it open. “Fuck it's won't budge.”
“In that case we
might as well take a look around, that's what we came for after all
and, as the door won't open, no one will be disturbing us.”
Stepping further
into the large hallway I looked around, saw that there must have been
at least half a dozen doors and walked towards the closest one to me.
Melissa grabbed my hand as I began walking and hugged close as I
gripped the crystal handle and turned. Pushing it open we found
ourselves standing in, what looked like, the room where clients were
originally met.
A large dusty bar
stretched the full length of the room, dusty and broken glasses on
the shelves behind it and four circular tables spaced equally out
around the room.
“Curtis, does
something in this room look strange?”
“No why?”
“Look at the
tables, they look like they were recently polished.”
Turning I saw that
she was right, whereas the bar and glasses were covered in dust, the
tables were almost shining in the dull light.
“Guess other
people have been in before us.” I told her signing my name in the
dust covering the bar. “Come on let's see what's upstairs.”
Taking her hand
again I led her up the stairs slowly, testing each one to make sure
they hadn't rotted and were safe and on to the landing.
“Pick a room,” I
told Melissa looking at the evenly spaced doors along both sides of
the landing.
“Eeny meeny miny
mo, that one.”
Melissa released my
hand and headed towards the door furthest away, the panic she was
exhibiting when we first entered seemingly gone, pushed it open and
stepped inside. Walking over I was about to step through when the
door slammed shut, just like the front door had, almost trapping my
fingers as it did so.
“Melissa!!” I
called through the wood as I frantically twisted and turned the
handle, desperately trying to get the door open.
“One moment sir I
shall be with you in a minute.”
“You what? Mel?
Stop fucking around and help me open this fucking door.”
Stepping back, ready
to kick the door as hard as possible, I saw the handle turn and the
door swung open.
“Fuck Mel what are
you playing at?” I said entering the room.
At first I couldn't
see her anywhere so I stepped even further into the dimly lit room.
“So sir what can I
do for you?”
Spinning around I
came face to face with Melissa, well Melissa's body anyway. The woman
before me looked exactly like Melissa except she was standing in a
purple and black corset, purple silk panties, stockings and stiletto
heels.
“Mel what the fuck
are you doing?”
“I'm sorry sir my
name's Siobhan but I'll be Mel...if that's what you really want.”
Melissa, the woman, said running her elegantly manicured fingers
across my chest before stepping behind me.
Before I could say
another word the door swung shut and the last thing I saw was the
woman that had called herself Siobhan sitting astride me, handcuffing
me to the large iron frame.
JSMorbius2013
And now, as promised, the link to all the other thrills this week
http://tallulahrose-thursdaythrills.blogspot.co.uk/
7 comments:
Bloody awesome.. Great take on the image.. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did...xx
Wow. Love it. A little bit of haunting is just cool, especially when the ghost is a bit frisky.
Dakota
Nice! Love your ideas, and the writing his name in the dust on the bar top made me smile.
Loved your details like the crystal doorknobs and polished tables. The slamming doors and then locked present a good haunting rush for the reader up to the end when he is chained. But what happens next?
What a haunting post. Is she possessed or a ghost? Love it!
Amazing! I love it!
Wow! Excellent, haunting post!
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