The Elm House Page 11

“How much was that story true?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “I made some stuff up for the scares… were you scared?” She turned her head and gazed into his eyes.

  He found himself drowning inside the lustful pools of her ocean-filled eyes. He snapped out of it and shook his head.

  “No…”

  But Brad was indeed scared. He was spineless to admit it to a woman.

  Tiffany smiled, wrapped her arm around Brad’s shoulder and whispered, “Please come… and pray with me.”

  Brad jerked a bit as the hairs on his neck stood up. His arms raised with tiny bumps. And his heartbeat thudded against his ribcage. Brad’s eyes widened.

  Of course, she laughed at him then smiled. He couldn’t resist but to look deeper in her eyes.

  Brad sighed. His heart returning back to normal. A nervous chuckle, Brad released from his mouth. But he couldn’t help notice that the more he’d stared inside Tiffany’s eyes; the more Brad became falling head over heels for her.

  After all, they say that eyes are the windows of a person’s soul. When two people hold eye contact for a long time as they talked, they bond closer and closer.

  Oxytocin, (the neurochemical response) is the main culprit of the “lovey” feeling, increases when two people stare deeply in each other’s eyes. But did Brad truly love her? Maybe feeling a little lustful, Brad unwillingly would admit.

  But Indeed, he felt excited. Brad couldn’t help to notice the urge to lean forward and kiss her. Oh, he was leaning towards her. Closer and closer, Brad got to her face.

  “Are you trying to kiss me?” she asked, laughing a bit.

  Brad jerked backwards and shook his head.

  “No,” he said, gulping. I was, wasn’t I?

  “Did you ever kiss a girl before?” she asked, raising one eyebrow upward.

  Brad shook his head, shamefully. In middle school, he kissed a girl on the cheek but that turned out to be a disaster. The girl and her friends made fun of him for not knowing how to kiss a girl. They just didn’t make fun of him; they made him feel like the ultimate loser of all time.

  “You want to kiss me?” she asked.

  Brad, swallowed, and couldn’t say anything. But his eyes screamed, “Yes!” And his hands trembled a bit. Brad’s head nodded slowly. Idiot, what am I doing?

  “Look into my eyes,” she said.

  He stared into her eyes. And began to feel immersed into her ocean-colored eyes.

  “Now… look at my lips then eyes,” she said.

  Brad followed her instructions to the ‘T’. He noticed how widely she smiled, and began to lean forward. Slowly, Brad began to lean forward. But he was caught off guard by a gentle push against his chest.

  She giggled then shook her head. “That’s not how you kiss a girl.”

  “I—um—I…”

  I’m a fucking idiot.

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry… I’m nervous.”

  “Want to take the edge off a bit?” she asked.

  Huh?

  “How?”

  “Come with me,” she said, tossing aside the blanket and grabbing his hand. She stopped at her purse and pulled out something. It looked like a pipe but made out of glass. It had swirls of beautiful colors embedded within the glass. She led him outside, placed some green inside the pipe then flicked her lighter.

  “Is that? Weed?” Brad asked.

  Tiffany chuckled. “Yeah, duh, silly. It helps me relax before I… fuck.”

  Brad’s eyebrows raised. Are we really going to have sex?

  “There we go… thought the lighter wasn’t working.”

  “Oh,” Brad said.

  She flicked the lighter and lit up the weed that she packed in. She inhaled deeply and held her breath for a couple of seconds before coughing loudly. Tiffany passed the pipe to Brad. “Do what I did,” she told him, coughing in between words.

  Here’s this attractive woman, and Brad wanted to kiss her. But deep inside, he knew that his parents would literally have a fuck fit. But she’s so sexy, and Brad could have a chance of kissing her. The decision Brad has to make.

  “Take a puff,” she ordered Brad. Tiffany sounded a bit harsh and rude about it, Brad interpreted. “Take a puff and maybe… just maybe… we can do more than kiss.”

  “Like what?”

  Like Brad had to even ask. This babysitter wasn’t an angelic babysitter, after all.

  “Use your imagination.”

  My parents are going to ground me. I know that! But she’s so beautiful.

  He placed the pipe in between his lips. I’m really going to regret this. Brad inhaled deeply and held his breath for a couple of seconds, fighting the urge to cough and look like a damn fool in front of her. His eyes watered then coughed loudly as the smoke exited out of his lungs. Brad’s head felt light headed and oozy. Wow, this stuff acts fast.

  Tiffany gave a sly smile like a snake. A devilish smile. She took the pipe back and took a hit.

  The two of them stood outside smoking weed, and Brad felt a bit at ease. He noticed his hand groped her lower back as they both smoked together. In perfect silence, they smoked together.

  She led him back on the couch as she placed the blanket on her and him. “Now, kiss me.”

  Just like before, he stared into her eyes then lips then traveled his eyes back to her eyes. His hand groped her inner thigh. Brad leaned forward, slowly, then pressed his lips against her. They made out for a long time. His hand groped her right breast as they made out more. But of course, Brad could be completely fantasizing about this. Fantasizes, seem real life—almost, too real—at times, but they’re just fantasizes.

  Brad’s heart fluttered as he kissed Tiffany’s lips. Her lips tasted sweet like nectar. His tongue slid against her tongue and seemed to wrestle with her tongue. Her fingers groped the back of Brad’s hair. He could feel her pulling him on top of her. His eyes gazed into her eyes as his heart beat faster and faster. The corner of her lip moved upward into a smirk. Brad was King of the world, right now. And he enjoyed it. First time ever, Brad had made out with an attractive woman. She’s enjoying the pleasure, too, Brad thought.

  “Fuck me,” she softly said.

  Brad couldn’t hear the words that leaped from her lips.

  Sex? We’re going to have sex?

  She nodded.

  “I’ll show you how to pleasure me,” she said.

  Brad gulped.

  Son, sex is only for marriage, he remembered his father telling him. When Brad was hitting puberty, his father sat him down and talked about the “birds and the bees”.

  I don’t want to get her pregnant. What do I do? Sex with an attractive babysitter. This has to be a porn themed dream, right?

  Tiffany grabbed the back of Brad’s head and pulled him closer. They kissed passionately before Tiffany took off her shirt.

  Brad’s eyes dilated. Her breasts were so damn beautiful. Tiffany’s nipples were erect as he groped them.

  “Fuck me,” she said, sounding a bit demanding and almost impatient. “I’m on the pill.”

  Son, sex is only for marriage, Brad remembered his father telling him. Sex is a sacred act between two people whom are in love.

  But Brad pushed away his father’s Christian beliefs out of his mind. They became buck naked and fucked.

  Please Come… and pray with me, Brad remembered hearing Ms. White’s voice inside the attic.

  Please come… and pray.

  Brad was almost there, coming, closer and closer with each thrust. Any second, he’d come inside her. He wanted to pleasure her, too. But how would I know if she came, too? Brad questioned. Gain that experience, Brad, and then you’ll know.

  Squeak!

  Brad looked upward. Like a deer frozen solid for a second, Brad became. Both Brad and Tiffany covered themselves. Tiffany coughed.

  “Go back to bed,” she instructed Jesse.

  “I can’t,” Jesse whined.

  “Why?” she asked, impatiently.<
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  “I heard… voices inside my room. They told me to check up on you.”

  “Why?” Tiffany shook her head.

  Jesse’s eyes burned with delight. Her corner of her lips curled up into a wide smile.

  “You’re going to burn, slut,” Jesse said, sounding deep and raspy. Brad knew this wasn’t Jesse’s normal “cute” voice. She maniacally laughed as her eyes burned with Hellfire.

  “Jesse, up to your room. Now!” Tiffany said, pointing to her. “Now, this instant.”

  “You’re not my mother, bitch.”

  “I’m calling your mother and father.”

  Jesse shook her head.

  “They won’t make it safely home.”

  She laughed before passing out on the floor.

  Poor Tiffany. She’d scared shitless now. She sighed, stood up and got dress. Brad got dressed too. Jesse stood up, shaking her head.

  “Why am I downstairs?” she asked, wearily.

  “Come on, Ladybug.” Brad lead her up to her bedroom. He’d hoped that Tiffany would still be at the house after that episode. Hopefully, Jesse didn’t freak her out, Brad thought.

  After he’d returned her to her room, he’d said goodnight and left. But before he’d left her bedroom, he made sure her ladybug nightlight was on. When he reached the living room, Brad realized Tiffany wasn’t there. He’d called out her name as he ventured throughout the first floor. Then Brad spotted her. She was smoking on the back porch. He’d opened the sliding door in the kitchen and joined her.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  Tiffany shook her head.

  “No, it’s… I can’t believe the stories about this house is true.”

  Brad shrugged.

  “Yeah, I’ve seen her do that before.”

  “Creepy,” Tiffany said as she exhaled out smoke. “Is she… okay? Like… will she’d even remember?”

  Brad shook his head.

  “No,” he said.

  Tiffany sighed.

  “Good,” she said. “I like babysitting, you.” She gave Brad a smirk.

  “I like you, too.”

  Ugh! I openly admit my feelings for her.

  “I know,” she said, smirking.

  Brad took the pipe from her hands and inhaled. The musky taste of weed danced on his tongue. His head felt that rush of lightness, and his body felt calm. Time seemed to tick by, Brad realized.

  “Wanna finish up?” she asked.

  Brad coughed as he exhaled. He nodded.

  “Did I come inside you?” he asked.

  Tiffany laughed.

  “I don’t know. But I was wondering if you’d want to finish that pipe.”

  Brad looked at the pipe between his fingers. He shook his head. Brad’s stomach started to ache. He could eat a whole elephant. He gave back Tiffany the pipe and watched her finish it.

  “Come to the bathroom with me,” Tiffany said. “We need to get this shit off us before your parents come home.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  After Tiffany placed the pipe back into her purse, they headed into the bathroom. After the door closed, Brad lunged at her and kissed her. She giggled, pushed him slightly away. His eyes deeply gazed into her eyes. The oxytocin soaring through the roof inside Brad’s head. This was too real for Brad, and he couldn’t help loving the feeling of being “The King of the World”. Sex, what a drug, Brad realized.

  She gently pushed him to the side, sprayed perfume on his shirt then her shirt. She also dabbed some perfume on her wrists then rubbed them together. The bathroom smelled like a damn perfume factory. Brad couldn’t keep his damn hands off her as she looked into the mirror. Sex, what a drug, Brad realized.

  She’d occasionally slap away his groping hands. Then Tiffany turned around.

  “You’re a horn-ball.”

  “My first time,” Brad admittedly said. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re my first.”

  “Probably won’t be your last.” She smirked. “Women will love being your girlfriend. Mistreat a woman, and they’ll make sure your un-date-able.”

  “I don’t have to be obvious, but you shouldn’t tell your parents. Understand?”

  Brad nodded.

  “If you want me to babysit more, you’ll keep your cute lips shut.”

  Brad nodded.

  “Understand,” he said.

  “Good,” she said, tilting her head and smiling.

  They returned back to the living room and sat on the couch. Underneath the cover, they both held hands as they watched Species. Brad yawned, midway of the movie. Soon, his eyelids closed.

  #

  Tiffany stretched her arms outward and yawned. She turned her head towards Brad and smiled. He appeared to be sleeping like an angel, slightly snoring—too.

  She quietly and carefully stood up. She exited out of the living room, headed down the hall until she found the kitchen. She spotted the note of Mary and John’s cell phone number.

  Call just in case you need anything, Tiffany remembered.

  They’re all tuckered out like babies, she warmly thought.

  She opened the refrigerator, peeked inside then grabbed a Coca-Cola can. Tiffany kicked her head back as she gulped a few good gulps down.

  There was something that caught Tiffany’s attention; she stared at the refrigerator door for a moment. Must be Jesse’s, she thought, observing the crude drawing that Jesse drew in school one day. The drawing of the family outside their house and names above the stick-figured family members. The one stick figure with red glowing eyes startled her the most. Looking at the stick figure of Matt and Margaret crying, holding each other tightly, Tiffany felt chills rush up and down her back. She shuttered. It was mixed with happiness and fear. Light and darkness—the aspects of life, almost, could be seen from the drawing. It’s eerie for a child to draw something like this, she thought. She remembered her days in elementary school when she drew of butterflies and horses. Happy moments, like the time, when she played in a sandbox and built a sand castle. Happy moments before her mother’s boyfriend strolled in her life at the age of nine.

  She shook her head, headed back in the living room to sit next to Brad. Admittingly, she fancied him a bit. Obviously, Tiffany fancied Brad. She wouldn’t had allowed him to fuck her. There was something about Brad that was special, Tiffany realized.

  Why was Brad so special? Maybe Tiffany found his love-shaped eyes endearing as he would stare at her. The puppy eyes, Brad gave her maybe made her coo a bit. Those glowing cheeks, Brad tried to hide away from her. She’s not much older than him, maybe about two and a half years older. So, she’s totally not rocking the cradle or anything. Tiffany was a senior at Mother Magdalene Catholic school. Let’s say, Tiffany was a very smart cookie, but she’d always find some way to be mischievous. She’d get detentions for being foul mouthed. One time, Tiffany snapped at the school’s nun and told her to shove the crucifix where the sun doesn’t shine.

  There are some schools where a ruler to the hand is a form of discipline. Students books tossed out of the window because they were snoozing in class. Public schools tend to baby students, and some private schools (not all) tend to be harsher on their pupils. So, we can all agree that the nun wasn’t so pleased with Tiffany’s outburst.

  She’d have fights with other students. Tiffany wasn’t into slapping, hair-pulling or rolling on the ground kinda girl. When she saw red, she went for the kill. But again, her childhood wasn’t so great either. A rough childhood, she’d endured since her mother’s bastard of a boyfriend strolled in her life.

  In senior year, Tiffany has improved through therapy. After all, she would still have to battle her own demons at home. Demons which were inflicted by her mother’s boyfriend. But Tiffany hoped for a better and bright future for her own self. And the only way, she’d achieve success was to focus on college.

  She would dream of going away to college, next year. Her heart desired attending Old Willows Brooke Community College and to live with her close friend
in an apartment. However, Tiffany wasn’t entirely concrete on what she wanted to study. She was still bouncing off ideas and possibilities inside her head.

  Sometimes people find their true calling later in life, and sometimes people find them sooner.

  Tiffany’s bladder pulsated and bugged her to go pee. She ventured down the hallway.

  Just before Tiffany reached the stairs leading to the second floor in the hallway, she stopped. She stopped and listened carefully. Jesse shouldn’t be up, she thought.

  Thump-thump-thump-thump!

  The sound of a little child’s footsteps ran around the second-floor hallway. A soft giggle could be heard if she listened carefully. Her hand slid up the railing as she headed up the stairs. She noticed a light switch on the side of the wall as she reached the top of the stairs. Tiffany turned on the hallway’s ceiling light on and headed over to one of the bedrooms.

  This must be Brad’s room.

  She closed Brad’s bedroom door then peeked her head in the other bedroom.

  I may be tired, she thought. This house gives me the creeps. Yeah, that’s it… this house is giving me the jitters. And we can’t forget about how Jesse’s voice changed. Now that was creepy!

  You’re going to burn, slut, Tiffany remembered Jesse telling her.

  Tiffany turned her head quickly as she heard something squeak open. The attic door slowly opened fully almost like an invitation. An invitation for Tiffany to step inside the attic. That just didn’t happen, right? She asked herself. Maybe draft of air, opened the door?

  She cautiously headed towards the attic door, looked upward the attic stairs that lead into darkness. Her eyes widen, but she couldn’t scream. Then somehow or another, she found herself forcefully dragged up the stairs and swallowed into the attic’s darkness. The attic door slammed shut with a bang.

  In pitch blackness, she couldn’t scream or call out for help. She found herself held down by an unseen force. Tiffany felt terror running through her veins when she saw red glowing eyes in front of her.

  We’re going to be great friends… you and I, will be! The shadow entity said inside Tiffany’s mind. Friends… for a moment or so.

  Tiffany’s lips stretched wide into a frown as her eyes closed tight. She whimpered as she struggled more to escape. Her jaw was forced open as her eyes bulged out. Something was forcefully entering inside her, crawling and seeping inside. Her body convulsed and shook. She looked like a damn fish out of water. Then, she stopped shaking and convulsing on the ground. Almost like a puppet on strings, she stood upright and wore a fat grin across her face as she headed down the attic stairs. She closed the attic door and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.