1. CAW 21 inspired short


    Date: 11/29/2014, Categories: Fiction, Horror, Non-Erotic, Author: DeathsKnight, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    It was a dark and stormy night, the nocturnal sounds were silent in the large mansion, clouds had drifted in from the North, obscuring even the stars. A scream pierced the tumult created by the howling wind, the large mansion was no stranger to screams, in its dark history it had perceived many a scream, all of them in anguish or pain, but this scream was neither. The scream was a name, not a name that it recognized, it knew that it had been sold, the real estate agent had brought along a few people, but the history that clung to it...that was one reason people stayed away from it. This scream was one that it had not heard in many years, not since the turn of the century. Oh indeed it was a mansion that did not mean that it knew nothing. Ever since the last nail had been hammered home, since the last varnish brush left its wood, it had been. It was not possessed, oh no, it just...was. Of course humans did not understand it, they could not hear its voice, they could not understand it’s thoughts. They perceived this all as wind howling through gaps in the roof, as rafters creaking as the heat contracted or expanded the wood, but it was so much more, it was the mansion itself trying to commune. Again it heard the voice, it came from the left wing, where a few of the old furniture still remained, nobody came to fetch it after the lord had killed his wife, two children, the butler and maids. Of course the human was not made of the sterner stuff like the mansion was. This lord ...
    had shot himself with what the humans then had called a “flintlock”. There had been strange energies in the left wing since then, some of the tenants had been whispering about spectres, ghosts and angels. The mansion only felt energies...ah yes, the voice. It should be difficult to look inside one self, but like most things, windows had two sides and they allowed it to see on the inside of itself. Of course when wedded couples retired to their bedrooms, the mansion averted its gaze, it was built as a gentleman’s house and a gentleman never pried in the private affairs of others...now where was it? Oh yes, the voice. The mansion focused on the location of the voice, it found that it was an energy, as the mansion watched, the voice rose again, crying out the name “Edmund”, it was filled with so much rapture, so much lustful need, that the mansion did not quite understand why the energy would manifest itself here and cry out a name that did not belong to any of the previous tenants. It was certain that it didn’t know the voice of the energy either, as a mansion it prided itself on remembering voices and names, there was so little else that it could do, that remembering was one of the primary things that it liked to do. “Oh Edmund...” The voice trailed off, like it had found its final release and now lapsed into the final bliss. Well he may not have seen what the couples did, but that did not prevent him from listening and he had heard this a few times, especially the newlyweds. A ...
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