## Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 8

Post by chadmc90 » Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:06 pm

by chadmc90
Hello, fellow TUGers!
Some of you may know me from my story, A Game of TUGs. I've been working working on that story since Christmas. This new story I wrote for a bit of a fresh air. I will finish my other story, no worries for those readers.
This story will revolve around a group of teenagers that decide to take a camping trip into the woods. Seems normal, right? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that in the coming chapters. This story is probably better told around Halloween, but whatever. I hope you enjoy this rather unique tale of tie ups.
I also opted not to put the [M/M] tag on this story because it does contain female character. It will mostly be the boy getting tied but the girls could get tied as well....
I may eventually put a warning for some adult content. I haven't fully decided on it yet, but I will add the warning in case. So be aware that this story could contain adult themes, more likely than not. Some possible tie ups include, chair, dungeon, sleeping bag, BDSM, etc.
Anyway, the prologue will be posted on the second post. Hope you enjoy!
EDIT: I added tags to the story. I think they are pretty self explanatory.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by chadmc90 » Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:07 pm

Prologue
For the longest I remember, I've heard several rumors of that house atop the hill. From our suburban area, we can see glimpse of it from afar, separated by woods and trees. No one I knew has ever dared to venture to that lonely house. I especially have no reason to go there..until that one faithful night. Before I could say that I wasn't a believer in the paranormal, but now I have no doubts whatsoever. Now I'm about to tell my tale of what happened that night, when my friends and I ventured up to that lonely home on Crawford Island....
I was 17 years old when it happened. But that following day, I would turn 18. My friends wanted to celebrate by camping out in the woods. Of course I said yes. I wasn't very built, about 5 foot 10 inches in height and fairly skinny. I had short brown hair and hazel eyes. I was the palest of my friends, which often teased me about getting some sun. I'm not too outgoing, which I prefer to play video games and watch anime. My friends are also into those things. We are considered the nerds and geeks at our school, but we were well respected. Oh, I guess my name would be something important to know. My name is Zach, and my friends are Benny, Liz, Malory, Zane, and Cole.
Benny runs track and has well built legs. He's fairly tan and is around 6 foot even. He has short thin blond hair and green eyes. I really don't know too much about him, other than the fact that Zane and my sister Malory are good friends.
Liz is kind of a tom boy. She has short black hair and brown eyes. She, like most of us, is into anime and isn't much into sports. Her skin is pale as well, but not compared to mine. She is 5 foot 9 inches, just an inch shorter than me.
Malory is the complete opposite, however. As my twin sister, she has long wavy hair and hazel eyes just like mine. She is the exact same height as me,but she has much darker skin from her frequent trips to the beach. She is the typical preppy girl, but she also enjoys the things we do, which I find pretty weird.
Zane..Malory's love interest. Too bad he's seeing someone else. He is the typical teenage girl's dream boy. He's really tall at 6 foot 2 inches and is involved in football. Because of this, he has an athletic build. I'd say he's roughly 180 pounds. He has medium wavy brown-blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Yet another weird case of being into anime and video games.
And finally, Cole. Cole has been my best friend since elementary school. We have always been close and often times we would beg our parents for a sleep-over at each other's house. Like me, Cole is rather shy. He has black hair and brown eyes. He's one inch shorter than me at 5 foot 9 inches and has slightly tanned skin. Every since we met that day in basketball practice, we've been inseparable. But in time I would find out that this bond between us would run even deeper than I imagined.
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That morning, I slept in rather late. We were finally out for Spring Break, and I couldn't be more lazy than I am now. I woke later that morning, and rolled over in my bed to look at the time. "9:30" I thought as I rolled back over to get some more rest. I was happy those thick curtains were closed. I didn't want the sun coming into the room. I was shirtless in my baby blue pajamas. I dozed back off to sleep and rested for what seemed like a short period before my annoying sister barged into the room.
"Get up!" she demanded as she seemingly busted open the door. "We need to start getting our things ready! We're gonna leave early and go swimming in the lake. Come on, Zach!"
I moaned in my bed as I shuffled around. "I really don't wanna go now, Mal." I replied, trying to get her to leave and let me savor some extra sleep time.
"We don't have time! Zane and the others will be over any minute to leave out. We need to be ready before we go. Mom and dad have already left to go to Texas."
I rose hesitantly to my feet and walked to the bathroom. As I walked I stopped by the closet and laid out the clothes I planned to wear. I picked out a red cotton t-shirt and solid black swimming trunks. I went to the bathroom, stripped all my clothes and jumped into the shower. After a quick wash I dried off and folded a towel around my waist.
"I've made some breakfast. Come down and eat while it's hot!" Mal said as I walked back to my room. I moaned in fear of what she had conjured up in the kitchen as I went and dressed in my swimming clothes. I walked down the stairs and smelled the cooking of what seemed like bacon and biscuits. Mal sat a plate with bacon, eggs, and a biscuit in front of me.
"Eat quick." she said as she brought over her own plate and 2 cups of apple juice.
"Did you really make this?" I asked surprised nothing was burnt.
"Of course not, silly. Mom made it before she left a couple minutes ago."
"Then why did you say you made it?"
"Well...just eat and hurry." she commanded. We sat silently as we finished our food. Mal finished first and darted up the stairs, muttering "Oh man I have to hurry. Zane will be here any minute."
I rolled my eyes as she trotted up the stairs. After I finished up my food, I followed behind and also started packing. I grabbed some extra clothes and my coat because I heard that it's supposed to be cold tonight. I also grabbed my tent that was packed away. I grabbed some matches for starting a campfire and also grabbed my cooler for putting some drinks and snack foods inside. I also grabbed my sun lotion, despite the assumed teasing my friends would probably say.
"Hey, grab those fishing poles as well. Zane said something about fishing as well. He has buckets and bait so don't worry about anything else."
I brought all the stuff down to the living room, ready to load in my truck. It wasn't a very splendid truck, as it was a 2000 model black Chevy, but it got me from Point A to Point B. I went to the garage and grabbed both Mal and I a fishing pole each and carried it out to the truck. We also loaded the rest of our camping thing in the back. As soon as I finished I heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway. I looked over and noticed Zane's brand new 2014 black ford mustang. I knew his family had money, so it's not unbelievable he would have such a vehicle. But nevertheless, it was slightly annoying anyway.
As soon as Mal noticed, she darted over rather quickly as Zane and Benny were getting out. "Oh my god, guys. I am so ready for this. Aren't you guys exited!? One full week up on the lake!" my sister said in the most prissy and preppy tone imaginable. She always got this way around Zane.
"Yea, girl! I've been ready for this all week! I'm so ready I can't wait to leave." And of course Zane was like the typical dumb jock. I often wonder how he even likes the things Cole and I do.
"I've been ready, too. I can't wait to jump into that cool lake and take a nice relaxing swim. It's been really hot lately." Ben said as he stepped out of the passenger's seat.
And then something that surprised me happened. A girl stepped out of the back seat of Zane's mustang. She's one of the prettiest girls I've seen. With long wavy blond hair and turquoise eyes, she has golden tanned skin and red lipstick on. She has sunshades raised up to her forehead and I would say she is about mine and Mal's height. "Oh, by the way, this is Christy, my girlfriend." Zane said as they wrapped their arms around each other. Christy had on the biggest smile.
"Hi! The blond said modestly. "Zane invited me to come on the camping trip, if that's okay with you."
If it wasn't my sister, I could of burs ted out laughing. But the look on her face told it all. I knew she was heartbroken as she always wanted Zane. But she changed her expression rather quickly and put on one of the fakest smiles she could muster. "I..yea it's fine. My name's Malory, by the way." my sister said as she held out her hand to shake. Christy smiled as they shook hands. I came over and did the same thing. "And this is my brother Zach." she said as I also shook her hand.
"Zach! My man." Zane said as he grabbed my hand and shook it firmly. "Ready to put some sun on that white skin of yours?"
"Y..yea." I said casually. Then I noticed another one of my friends coming down the street. It was in fact Liz. She had on a long thin sleeved shirt and wore general denim jeans. The rest of us was dressed in cool clothing, such as Zane and his sleeveless shirt and white swimming trunks. But Liz certainly wasn't dressed for the occasion. I also noticed she had gotten a small lip ring right below her lower lip. Liz was a bit gothic, I might add. She wasn't nearly as extreme as some of the other guys at school, but she did show some interest.
"Hey Liz." I said as she walked up to me and the others.
"Hey guys. I wanted to tell you I won't be able to come until later. My parents are needing me for a while. I'll be up tonight."
"Ok, then. Thanks for letting us know." I said. "I'll see you later on then."
"Sure thing. Catch you later, guys." Liz said as she turned and walked back. Liz only lived a little pace down the road, so walking to and from her house wasn't a big deal.
"Well, that sucks. I was kinda hoping she would come with us." Mal said. Yea, Mal and Liz, despite their polar personalities, were always close. Even though they grew apart somewhat over the years, they still considered themselves friends. Mal always tried to get me hooked up with her, but I always declined. I mean she's pretty and all, but she just wasn't my type. In fact, I really haven't met the right girl yet. I don't even recall being attracted to any particular girl.
Then another friend that lived close by was coming. He was the one I was really waiting on. My best friend Cole was on his way down the street, carrying a dufflebag that I guessed contained his clothes and other things for the camp out. I was secretly exited about spending the entire week of Spring Break with him. If it were just him, it would be a dream come true. I could easily do without the others, even my sister. But alas, I'm stuck in this situation. I noticed Cole was also carrying what looked like a hunter green sleeping bag. I knew I had forgotten something! I would have to remember to grab them when I went back upstairs.
"Cole! My Man!" Zane said as he chest bumped Cole rather hard. It was some kind of greeting the jocks did at school. They would hold out their arms and plow into each other and then would do some weird handshake. I honestly thought Cole was going to fall to the ground. Zane immediately grabbed Cole's hand and did that handshake. Cole didn't seem to enjoy it one bit.
"Uh..hi!" he said rather timidly. My sister and Christy chuckled at Cole.
"Cole, you can put your things in Zach's truck. I'm riding with Zane and Benny." Mal said as she pointed at my old truck. "and Zach, go upstairs and grab those extra sleeping bags. We may need them."
I sighed and nodded at my lazy sister as I reentered the house. Cole decided to follow me upstairs, which I was happy to get some alone time to talk to him.
"Ready for this week?" I asked my friend.
"Yea. School really sucked this week. I'm so glad were out now." Cole responded. We smiled and laughed as I went upstairs.
I walked into my bedroom and went to the closet. I looked around and finally found what I was looking for. I found the two black sleeping bags that we had purchased a couple years ago. We never really used them much but now was as good as any other time.
"Here, can you tote one to the truck?" I asked Cole.
"Sure, bud." He said as he took one of them from my hand. He then smiled for some strange reason.
"Remember those games we used to play?" Cole asked.
"Games?"
"Yea. You had some rope and handcuffs. We would often tie each other up to see who could escape the quickest. You were better at tying so I rarely ever escaped."
"Well, that's what two years of head scouts teaches you!" I said. We both chuckled at that.
"By the way, do you still have that stuff?" Cole asked.
"Er..yea. It's in the closet in that backpack." I replied, a bit concerned with what he had in mind. "You don't want to take it with us, do you?"
"Oh, no no no! Not with the others around!" My friend responded rather quickly. "I just think we might could play those games again one day.
The thought of tying up Cole exited me for some reason. I had secretly yearned to tie him up once again, but we grew up and out of those kids games. But even so, I would love to play those games again, even if it meant being tied up...especially if it meant being tied up. The though of being tied up by Cole made me even more anxious.
"Is something wrong?" my friend asked. I pulled myself out of that trance and back into reality.
"No, it's nothing." I said, trying to sound calm. But the slight smile on my face deceived my intentions.
Cole smiled back. "I guess you really enjoyed that stuff, huh?"
"Y..yea. I guess I did." I said back.
Then Cole let out a grin of his own. "I guess I did, too."
We both laughed and I went over to the closet to show him where I had the bag. But when I opened it and looked for it, I noticed something wrong: the bag was gone from where I left it. "It's not here." I said as I looked around the closet.
"Oh, you think you misplaced it?" Cole asked.
I was a bit nervous, but I shrugged it off, thinking I just moved it at some point. "I guess. Anyway, let's go. I'm sure they're waiting on us." I said. We left the comforts of my house and placed the bags in the back of my truck.
Little did I know that I was heading for a night that I would soon not forget....
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by Ossassin » Sun Jun 29, 2014 6:51 am

Well well well what have we here but a potential mystery of who took the bag. I'm looking forward to Cole's plans
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by FelixSH » Sun Jun 29, 2014 7:24 am

Nice start. I like how you established the characters and the situation. Especially the part with zack and cole alone was well done.

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by Headmistress » Mon Jun 30, 2014 5:38 am

Very enjoyable tale so far. I am a fan of ghost stories as well, so will be interested to read the rest of this later.

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by canuck100 » Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:02 pm

Nice start ! Looking forward to the next part and finding out what happened to that bag...

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes

Post by chadmc90 » Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:18 pm

Thanks guys for the feedback. Now that I've finished A Game of TUGs, I hopefully will find more time to writing on this story.
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### Chapter 1

Post by chadmc90 » Thu Jul 03, 2014 3:20 pm

Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The drive to lake was pretty uneventful. It took us 25 minutes to arrive at the parking site to travel to the campgrounds. On the edge of the forest was granite parking lot with a small bathroom and shower stall to the side for campers. There was also a trail leading down into the woods at to the lake for us to walk. The only vehicle other than my old truck was Zane's Mustang, which meant we was the only ones here. I guess most of the other students went to Florida or some other beach for spring break. Lucky them...
Cole and I started collecting our items to start taking them to the campsite. Mal, Zane, Benny, and Christy got out of the Mustang and walked over to the truck.
"Christy and I are going on down to find a good camp spot. You guys can haul the stuff down." Mal said.
"Fine." I said, trying to hide my annoyance with my sister. She really like to bark orders.
Christy and Malory walked down the trail and into the woods.
"Me and Benny have some stuff in the Mustang we have to unload. We will come back up when we get it to the campsite." Zane said.
"Fine. I need to use the restroom before I go down anyway." I said, feeling the urge to relieve my bladder.
Zane and Benny unloaded their things, which included sleeping bags, fishing poles, two tents, and a red cooler. I wondered what was inside that cooler... They followed the trail Mal and Christy went down before.
I walked to the bathroom on the other side of the parking lot, found an empty stall(which wasn't really hard given the amount of people present), and unzipped my pants to relieve the buildup of urine inside me. As I was taking care of business, I heard someone open the door to the bathroom.
"It's just me." I heard Cole say.
"Oh, alright." I replied back. I guess he must of had to relieve himself too, because I heard him open the stall to my right, and then heard the familiar sound of urine hitting the toilet.
“So...an entire week with those guys. Do you think we can survive it?” Cole said jokingly.
“It will be tough, but hopefully Liz will make it.” I replied. Out of all of us, Liz was the only one that truly “fitted in” with Cole and me. She was the easiest person to be around for me, other than Cole.
“Yea..” Cole replied. We finished our business and returned to the truck, where Zane and Benny had already returned with Christy and Mal. “We found the perfect spot to set our tents! It is close to the water and has a grill! It's even close to a dock for fishing and has a rowboat for going into the lake!” Mal said enthusiastically.
“Alright.” I said as I started to grab stuff out of the back of the truck. Cole, Benny, and Zane also helped. We followed behind them for a couple of minutes, and sure enough the campsite that Mal and Christy found was really close to the parking lot.
“We should head back into town sometime and grab the stuff to grill. You know how to grill, right Zane?” Christy said in the most giddy and girlish voice that rivaled Mal's.
“Uh, not really. Never had to do that kind of thing. My dad always did that stuff. Never really thought it was important or anything.” Zane said in a jock voice.
“Well, I still think you soo hot, and soo sexy...” Christy talked in a slutty voice. And sure enough they locked lips once more. I swear they could eat each others face off! I looked over at Mal and she wasn't really thrilled about the site, but to my surprise she kept her composure.
“Well, I actually DID learn how to grill from my old man, so if you want I could do it.” Benny said.
“Oh, sure thing. Thanks, Benny!” Mal said, trying to draw her attention from the make-out scene unfolding before her eyes.
Zane and Christy finally broke their kiss. “Well, I think you boys need to start setting up camp. Us girls are gonna go dress in our swimsuits.”
“Wait, you're not gonna help, babe?” Zane asked.
“Of course. We're gonna provide...supervision. Yea you guys setup the tents and we girls will check your work when we get back. Okay, snukkums?” Christy then started rubbing her finger down Zane's shirt, which seemed to have done the trick.
“Oh alright, baby cake. I'll have it setup when you get back.” Zane responded with little enthusiasm.
“Ok, come on Malory! We have a job to do.” Christy said, unaware of Mal's jealousy. They trotted back up the trail presumably to the restroom to change.
I and the rest of the boys started setting up our tents. I walked over to where my and Cole's tent was, and as we picked them up, Cole whispered something in my ear. “Let's setup far from their tent. I have a feeling we won't wanna be around their tent tonight, as horny as they seem to be.”
“Good point.” I said to my friend a we picked a tree close enough to the site but far enough from Zane and Christy's to setup our tents. Malory would be sleeping in my tent tonight since it can sleep two people. The others looked only big enough for one person, even Zane's and Christy's. I guessed they would be sleeping in the same bed...
I took us about 10 to 15 minutes to fully setup our tents. Cole setup right next to mine while Benny setup about midways between ours and Zane's tent. In the center was a space large enough for a campfire if we wanted one. Nights in March can get a bit chilly, so we considered the idea. I was actually nervous about swimming in the water due to the temperature, but it didn't stop Christy and my sister. They returned from the trail, with Christy wearing a...revealing bikini. Her bra barely covered her fairly large breast while her panties weren't too much different as far as cover. Her outfit had a Hawaiian flower decoration. Mals, fortunately, covered more. Her's was a solid blue with a much larger bra and strings that ran down her belly to her panties. I looked over at Zane and Benny only to catch them rubbing their crotches.
“How sexy you look, babe!” Zane said as he pulled off his own shirt, revealing a much more toned and muscular torso than my own. He was already wearing swimming trunks, so thankfully no more undressing was required. The design of is trunks matched Christy's bikini design.
“Ready for a swim?” Christy asked in a sexy voice.
“Oh yea.” Zane said, and with that, they rushed onto the nearby dock and jumped off into the lake.
“AAAAAAAAAAHH Oh FUUUUU” I heard Zane shout the moment he hit the water. “SHIT THIS IS COLD!”
I figured as much. I really didn't wanna go in after seeing Zane’s reaction. I watched as Zane and Christy shivered in the freezing water. I chucked as I walked over onto the dock where they jumped in. “A bit chilly?” I asked the two.
“What do you think, Zack!” Zane responded as he swam around. “But I'm starting to get used to it. Now it's your turn!”
“No way I'm jumping in.” I said, smiling. I heard footsteps come up from behind me. When I turned around, I saw my sister, Cole, and Benny walk up. They each had a devious smile on their face, which made me a bit nervous. Both Benny and Cole had taken off their shirts. Cole wasn't very toned, but Benny's time in track had given him slightly toned abs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I think it's time for a bath. Get him, you two.” Mal said. I was then grabbed by my best friend and Benny by the arms. “H...hey I don't want to go in!” I said, trying to break away from them.
“Oh, but it's not your choice, my friend.” Cole said. Then I tried breaking away, but Cole wrapped his arms around my waist. “Cole, stop this, man! I don't wanna go in!”
“I'm sorry, bud. But you're going in.” Cole said as he wrapped his hand around my mouth.
I struggled and moaned but Benny then grabbed my arms and held them up. He was much stronger than me, so I couldn't break free real easily. “Mal, lift his shirt up. Don't want it getting wet, do we?” Benny said. Malory chuckled as she came over and grabbed a hold of my shirt. She lifted it straight up over my head and one by one over my hands. With my shirt off, my pale torso was exposed, much to my embarrassment. Then I noticed what was happening. Cole's exposed belly rubbed up against my own naked back. We were actually touching with his hands around my waist and mouth. “Did I just feel something touch my butt?” I thought as something brushed against my swimming trunks from behind.
Then I snapped back into reality as Benny started to count down. “Three....Two....One....JUMP!” And with that, Mal, Benny, Cole, and I(by force) all plummeted into the deep waters of the lake. And the cold entered my body as it did with Zane and Christy.
My head submerged as I held my breath. I started to flap my hands in the cold water, trying to get back up to the surface. But what I saw when I opened my eyes for a moment startled me. It was a rather young boy, just fixed in that one place under the water. He had on some old looking clothing, and had dark brown hair, much like mine. He smiled faintly, and after I blinked my eyes, we was gone, just in an instant. I was finally pulled back to the surface by Cole and Benny. I gasp for air the moment my head broke the water.
“A bit cold, Zack?” Cole asked me, shivering but also grinning. I looked at him annoyingly.
“You should know that. I'm gonna get all of you for this, watch and see.”
“The only thing I'm seeing is that pale skin. Maybe the sun can fix that up.” Benny said as he swam over beside us along with Mal.
“Shut up, man.” I said as I swam to the dock.
“Oh, no you don't” Benny said as he grabbed me by the waist and dunked me in the water.
We wrestled and waded in the water for a good 2 or 3 hours or so. The sun started to set and we finally decided it was time to get out. It would get really cold that night and we needed to warm ourselves up. We grabbed towels we brought with us and dried off. I put my shirt back on as well as Cole and Benny. But Zane opted to leave his off.
“I think I am gonna go and find wood for a campfire.” he said as he wrapped his towel around his neck and let it drape over his pecs.
“I will go with you.” Benny said, following Zane in the woods.
I opened up one of the fold up chairs that we brought and sat down. I then looked out to the waterway and noticed something that I didn't before: it was the old Crawford House on the island. It was an old Victorian home, having two stories. It was brown in color and had several windows dot the walls. I couldn't really tell much from the bank where our campsite was set up, but nevertheless, it looked real ominous. I was still unnerved by the image I saw in the water earlier, but I shrugged it off and decided to think about the other thing that happened right before Cole and Benny dragged me into the water. Did Cole...get aroused when he was holding me? I looked over at Cole, who was checking his smart phone and didn't notice me staring at him. I honestly didn't know what to make of it, so I just put it out of my head.
Zane and Benny finally returned back with a big armful of wood, and dropped it down in the center of our campsite. He took out a lighter and started trying to get the wood lit, but he had trouble.
“Come on, light!” he complained. I sat there and watched him as he tried to set the wood afire. Eventually, he finally got the campfire started, and the flames slowly rose. Benny went back into the woods while Zane worked on the campfire and returned with even more wood.
Zane had sent Christy to the store for things such as hamburgers, hotdogs and charcoal for the grill. I sat there and watched the flames dance.
“Here you go, Zack.” I heard my sister say as she handed me a red plastic glass of Mountain Dew with ice in it.
“Oh, thanks Mal.” I said back to her. She handed Cole and the rest of the guys the same thing. But Zane stopped Mal when she held out a glass for him.
“I've got something better.” Zane said as he went and grabbed his cooler. When he opened it up, he pulled out a glass bottle...of beer. “This is what I'm talking about.” He said as he handed Christy one as well. He popped open the lid and took a big swallow.
Benny smiled at Zane as he got up from his own chair and walked over to where Zane stood. “Dude...I want one of those.”
“Help yourself.” Zane said as he took another swallow.
I looked on, even more annoyed and nervous as before. I didn't care for drinking beer or any sort of alcohol whatsoever. I never have even tasted it and I have no desire to. But I was really worried about the cops. They could show up at any time, and if they saw any of us drinking...
“I don't think that's a good idea Zane.” I said as I got up.
“Don't be such a wuss, dude.” Zane replied casually as he and Benny took another sip.
“What if the law catches us?” I asked, nervously. We were clearly underage and the laws in our area are strict about alcohol.
“They won't catch us! No one even knows we're down here!” Zane responded. “Now lighten up and grab you one out of the cooler.”
“I think I'll pass.” I said as went back to my seat and plumped down in it.
Then I started feeling somewhat dizzy. My vision started getting blurry and I felt tired. “I'm...gonna go lay down.. I am feeling tired.” I thought I had drained myself after wrestling with Benny and Cole in the water earlier, but when I got up to go lay down, I started wobbling and could barely stand.
“Is something wrong?” Benny asked me with a slight grin on my face. Then I knew something was up. Zane and Christy were both smiling and my sister looked real concerned. “What's going on?” I hazily thought. But all thoughts left me as I fell to the ground and went unconscious.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 1 Added 7/3/2014

Post by mikeybound » Fri Jul 04, 2014 7:30 am

You know, usually the ones who don't do drugs or have sex are rewarded with survival in these kinds of stories, but something tells me that the very non alcoholic Dew he drank was drugged.

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 1 Added 7/3/2014

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Jul 13, 2014 6:46 pm

> mikeybound wrote:You know, usually the ones who don't do drugs or have sex are rewarded with survival in these kinds of stories, but something tells me that the very non alcoholic Dew he drank was drugged.

Hmmmm. I wonder what makes you think that?
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### Chapter 2

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Jul 13, 2014 6:52 pm

Chapter 2
I didn't know what happened. One minute I was fine. I didn't think I was THAT tired from the swim earlier. While I was asleep, I had the strangest of dreams. I was walking across the surface of the water, rippled from the slight breeze. The only light was from the full moon that reflected on the surface of the water. I was following that boy. I was following him to the house across the lake. I didn't want to go over there. I tried to stop myself, but it was like my legs had a mind of their own. The house grew larger as I got closer. But before I arrived, the boy disappeared and then my dream ended.
When I woke up, I felt somewhat groggy. My eyes needed to adjust and I couldn't make out what was going on around me. When I awoke fully, I looked around and saw several pairs of legs. I was laying on the ground, or something. It definitely wasn't dirt I was laying on. It was too smooth. When I looked over, I noticed it was wood. Then I looked up and saw everyone, including my sister. She looked worried, which made me concerned. But my real worry came when I tried to stand. Something was wrapped around my legs and arms; something that prevented me from moving them apart. Then I realized it was rope. I was hogtied! I tried struggling against my bonds, but I couldn't get loose. I looked up at Zane and Benny, who were sporting a sadistic smile.
“W..what's going on?” I asked them.
“So your finally awake.” Zane said. Everyone was sitting around on the seats inside the boat. I was really nervous at that point. Zane and Benny were rowing the boat with oars across the lake. I couldn't see where they were headed, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I didn't have to look. I knew they were taking me to that house in the middle of the lake!
“We're just going for a stroll in the moonlight, bud! Nothing harmless.” Zane said.
“Why am I tied up?” I asked, anxious for the answer.
“Well, I knew you wouldn't like out idea, buddy, so we decided it would be best to use force. See, your sister Malory found all that bondage equipment in that bag and showed it to us. Those pictures of you and Cole here were something else.”
I looked over and saw that Cole was tied in the exact same way! He had a look of dread and embarrassment that I myself was sporting. But I noticed that he was also gagged with a bandanna. I can't believe my sister went through my stuff! I gave her an angry glare. But again, she wasn't smiling or gloating about her discovery. Something was genuinely worrying her, and it certainly worried me.
“Zane, don't you think this is too much? What if someone is living over here?” Malory asked nervously.
“Trust me, Mal. I know no one is over here.” Zane replied with a confident tone. Malory shook her head, but the worry still was there. “So, Zach. I guess you want to know what we have planned. You see, Malory found all that stuff, and I thought we could put it to use over Spring Break. You and your pal Cole are gonna spend the night at that house, tied up all night long!”
Then I grew fearful. He wasn't seriously gonna leave us over there for a week! Zane was an asshole, but I didn't think he go to these lengths! But then I realized something. Zane seemed...off in a way. He talked less like a brainless jock and more intelligently. It's like he had all this planned out. Zane really didn't seem like himself.
“You plan to leave Cole and me over there for an entire week!”
“Oh, don't worry Zach. We will check on you every day and make sure you guys are okay, but yea, pretty much.”
I started shaking. The whole idea of being in that place for even a minute gave me goosebumps, but a whole week?
“Zane, no! Please don't do this! I don't want to go over there!” I begged him. But the words didn't sink in.
“Nope, we've already decided. With your interest in TUGs, it shouldn't be much of an issue for you, right?”
It's wasn't about being tied up that worried me. Well, that worried me too. But the idea of being left alone without anyone monitoring me was scary. And to make matters worse, the rumors about that house just added to those worries. I couldn't do this! I had to figure out a way or else something bad was going to happen. I started struggling against my bonds. “Zane, Benny, Malory! Please don't do this! I beg you.”
Malory wasn't enjoying this at all. “Zane, no. Let's do something else with him. We can keep him tied up at camp.”
Zane smiled. “Malory, we discussed this earlier. He is staying over here.”
“Yea, Malory, and it's not like we aren't keeping an eye on him. We will take turns coming in the morning when we wake up and before it gets dark at night. It won't be that bad.”
After thinking about it, Malory then decided to go with their plan. “Alright, but I want to come and check on him both mornings and evenings.”
“Good.” Zane said, smiling. I was really disappointed. My own sister was really going to leave Cole and me over here...alone. I felt sad, depressed, and most of all dread for this stay. I watched as Christy groped Zane, and once again made out right in front of everyone. Mal grabbed the oar while Zane gave his girlfriend the attention she craved. “You're so smart..” she said between their kisses. I decided to make another attempt to change their minds.
“Malory....please....don't do this.” I begged, on the verge of tears. Then I felt my head grabbed.
“Open your mouth!” Zane said after he rose up from the seat of the boat and grabbed me. He had a wad of cloth in his hands...it was some of my bandannas that I had in my bag! Did he intend to gag me with those? I tried to keep my mouth closed, but he pinched my nose, blocking any air from entering. I had to give when I ran out of breath, but as soon my mouth flung open the wad of cloth went in. I tried to push it out, but it didn't work. Zane was holding it inside. “Babe, hand me another of of those bandannas!” he said. After Christy opened my bag and took out one of my old bandannas, he wrapped it around my head, tying it in place. “That should keep you quiet!” Zane said as he sat back down. With a tear in my eye, I shook feverishly as I awaited my fate. These guys were supposed to be my friends. Why were they doing this?
It took another 10 minutes to land on the shore of the small island. Zane undid mine and Cole's hogtie so we could walk. We were raised to our feet and we stepped out of the small wooden boat that carried us across the water. As in my dream, the light of the full moon revealed my destination. It was much larger than I had expected. It was white with pillars supporting the outside. It had dark windows circling around the house. The porch had rocking chairs, and there was a tower at one end also with windows. Grass has grown up around the outside, covering most of the ground. I could tell that no one has lived here for a long time. The house had an eerie feel to it. One that sent shivers down my spine as they walked Cole and me to the front porch, knocking down grass as they went.
When we got to the door, I looked over to Cole. We exchanged a fearful glance to each other. Benny went up to the door and turned the knob. When Benny tried to push it open, he found out it was locked.
“Man, I guess we're not doing this after all.” Benny said, a bit disappointed.
I on the other hand was thrilled. I believed that this ordeal was over before it began. But my excitement was crushed when Zane went to the door. He fiddled around in the pocket of his thick football coat for something. “Let's see here..oh here it is.” Zane said as he pulled out a silver key. He inserted it into the keyhole on the door handle and sure enough, the door opened.
I was astonished! How on earth did he get his hands on the key? When I looked around, I also noticed that the others were surprised as well. “Wait, you have a key?” My sister asked.
“Of course I do. This house belongs to my parents, after all.”
Everyone looked at Zane, who walked into the house. “Wait, you never told me you owned this house!” Christy said as she followed him inside.
“Well, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise.” Zane said to her as I was lead by Benny inside. When I walked in, I couldn't really see much. Zane took out his phone and activated the light feature on it, turning on the camera flash to act as a flashlight. He shined around. I noticed most of the furniture was covered with dust tarps. I noticed the carpet floor was gray, and a staircase that arched up to the second floor. I noticed that cobwebs have formed in the corners of the rooms and that dust covered most of the furniture covers. There were several doors that led to other parts of the home. Zane then found a switch on the wall and flipped it. I had expected lights to come on, but nothing happened.
“So this house is yours? Why didn't you tell anyone?”
“I didn't think it was important. My parents never used it much, and I've only been here once or twice.”
“Dude, we should use this for parties! It would be the perfect getaway place!” Benny said with excitement.
“Now that you mention it, that would be a good idea. But tonight, Zach and Cole will have this place all to themselves. They should feel honored!” Zane said with obvious sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, which Zane noticed.
“What? You don't like that? Well, that's rude.” Zane said as he slapped my cheek. I just glared at him, angry that he's leaving me here alone.
“So, where are we gonna put them?” Christy asked.
“We should separate them. I was thinking about leaving Zach here in the living room, and take Cole up to one of the bedrooms.” Zane responded. He went over to where the couch was covered with that dust tarp and pulled it off, revealing an old fashioned couch. The dust on the tarp scattered into the air, and Zane coughed a couple times. “Man, this place needs cleaning. If we are gonna use it as a party place, then we will have to hire someone to clean it up.” And like that, I knew what Zane was thinking. He looked to Cole and me, smiling devilishly. “And I think I found just the right people to do it.”
“Ohh! Have these two to do it! You have those pictures, so you could make them do anything!” Benny said. He laughed a couple times.
“But that will be for another time. Now you guys will spend the week here, alone.” Zane said as he came over and grabbed my arm. “Benny, you and Mal get Zach hogtied again and leave him on the couch. Christy and me will take Cole up to one of the bedrooms. Make sure he's tied real well.”
“Come on, dude. I was a master at tying back in Boy Scouts. I can do this easily.” Benny said as he led me to the couch. Zane and Christy led Cole up the stairs. I looked at Cole, not knowing the next time I will get to see him. A nauseous and anxious feeling arose in my stomach as they walked up the wooden stairway and disappeared into the darkness. Benny and Mal walked me over and pushed me on my stomach to the couch. They grabbed my hands and feet and pulled them together. Benny worked on tying me back into a hogtied position, tying extra ropes around my current bonds holding my wrists and ankles together. Benny also had a flash on his phone, and used it for light to see. I looked into my sister's eyes, trying to plead for mercy.
“There we go, all done. If you get out of that one, I'll give you 100 dollars. But I know you won't. Hahaha!” Benny said, gloating about his master rope work. Benny looked down at me, and he noticed the worry in my eyes. “Oh come on, now. We will be back in the morning to check on you. You have nothing to worry about.”
Benny and Mal waited on Zane to return from tying Cole. They eventually returned from wherever they left Cole. Zane checked my bindings to ensure that I wouldn't get out.
“Nice job, Ben.” he said as they did that weird handshake after they did something “awesome.”
“So, is that everything?” Benny asked Zane.
“Yep. Now lets head back to camp. I'm ready to eat a delicious grilled hamburger!” And with that hunger also plagued me, along with the other things I was feeling.
Without another word, they all left. Malory stopped and looked back at me one last time with a look of guilt. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I knew she really didn't want to leave me. But her sheer trust in Zane and her obsession with the guy blinded her. She closed the door behind her.
After that, I was left alone, lying in the darkness. I couldn't call for help and I couldn't move. I was trapped in here, in this house that I had heard often times was haunted by the ghosts of people long dead. But what I didn't know at the time was that they weren't just mere stories. And thus my nightmare began....
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 2 Added 7/13/2014

Post by FelixSH » Sun Jul 13, 2014 9:09 pm

Well done, this felt exciting. The way the chapter was written showed Zacks bad feelings well. I am curious for were this is going.

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 2 Added 7/13/2014

Post by xtc » Mon Jul 14, 2014 6:28 am

Well written. I look forward to reading the next part.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 2 Added 7/13/2014

Post by chadmc90 » Mon Jul 21, 2014 9:50 am

Thanks, Felix and XTC for the positive feedback.
I will post the next chapter momentarily.
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### Chapter 3

Post by chadmc90 » Mon Jul 21, 2014 9:51 am

Note: This story will be told from multiple perspectives from this point forward. I will notify changes in perspective.
Chapter 3
Zach
It was dark....so dark. Other than where the light of the moon lit up the area around the partially covered windows, I couldn't see anything. I tried moving, but I couldn't much because of my bindings. I could struggle and wiggle myself if need be, but it wouldn't get me anywhere. It was surprisingly pleasant that night: not too hot but not too cold either. But I didn't feel pleasant mentally. I was scared; scared of this house, scared of my so called “friends,” and scared for Cole.
I wondered what Cole was thinking about all of this. Apart from the glances and body language we gave each other before, I didn't really know how Cole felt about it. I know I was angry and felt that they betrayed our trust. I wouldn't forget about what they did to me for a long time, and I thought about ways to get them back. As anger boiled up inside of me, something caught my attention.
A sound of thumping on wood could be heard. I started to panic. “Is someone else in the house?” I thought to myself. My anger slowly turned to fear. I looked around the dark room for any sign of where the sound might have come from, but I didn't notice anything. “Maybe it's just my imagination.” I thought as I tried to relax my tense muscles. But as I lay my head back on the couch, I heard another sound. The same sound of something hitting wood could be heard. But this time, I figured out what the sound was: footsteps.
“There is someone else in here.” I thought at that moment. Now I was really nervous. Did they come back for us and enter in from another part of the house. From what I saw of it, the house was really big, much bigger than most Victorian homes. It was definitely possible that there was another entrance into it. After a brief pause, the footsteps could be heard again. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs.
I was really nervous at this point. But then I got to thinking. Those footsteps could be Cole's! He could of found a way out of his bindings, and he is trying to find his way to me! I was really exited at this point. I knew I had to make noise somehow, to let him know I was here. I started struggling to escape my bindings. I piddled with my hands as I tried to undo them, but I soon found out it was futile. Benny wasn't lying about his “master knotsmanship.” There was no way I was escaping this, not without help from someone anyways.
The footsteps seemed to get louder. I knew that whoever those belonged to would eventually arrive in the living room, which made me both nervous and excited. I waited in anticipation for whoever it was. Then finally, the footsteps reached the end of the stairwell. I heard them now descending the staircase. Whoever was in here was now in the living room. I would know whoever had come would be in front of me soon, and I hope I would finally be free of these bonds. The footsteps were really loud at this point, as they approached the couch I was laying on. But in an instant, they stopped.
I heard no more footsteps, and there was no audible indication that anyone was in the room. I heard no breathing, no shuffling of clothing, no nothing. Something didn't feel right about this. The hairs on the back of my neck felt like they were standing. Anxiety and fear came out of nowhere. I felt really afraid at this point, really afraid. The house had a undeniable negative feeling about it, and I knew that being in here was a really bad idea. I wanted to run, to escape, but thanks to Zane, Benny, and Mal, that was impossible.
And then something else unsettling started to happen: the air around me began to cool down. The once pleasant room temperature was slowly being replaced with bitter and cold air. But it didn't feel normal. A new feeling overwhelmed me. Dread slowly sent my mind racing. I feared something was about to happen, and I wanted nothing more than to be back at the campsite. I wanted to eat a delicious grilled burger with the others, and I wanted to sleep in my own tent and wake up in the morning to fish or swim. Even that cold water was preferable to the kind of coldness I'm feeling now. This cold, it felt so wrong, like the warmth of my body was literally being drained.
I felt goosebumps start to form on my arms and legs. I didn't know what was going on, but I could feel something in here. Then I heard the footsteps yet again. But I wasn't excited no more. No, I was fearful. I was so scared to see what was making those footsteps that I wish they had blindfolded me as well! I didn't want to see was was in here with me, but something kept my eyes opened. Something wanted me to see, even though I didn't want to. The footsteps were really loud now. I knew they were right behind the couch. The footsteps walked around the couch, but when they were right in front of me, I gasped. What I saw startled me more than I thought. What I saw...was nothing!
There was nothing there! It was like someone invisible walked in front of me. Someone that I couldn't hear other than the footsteps. A new wave of fear rushed over me. “No! Could the stories about this place be really true!” I thought, waves of dread and anxiety rushing over me in that instant. Despite the sheer coldness of the room, where I felt I could see my breath if there was more light, I started sweating. I felt the cold liquid run down my forehead as I glanced around the room, looking for any sign of life.
I was trembling nervously as thoughts rushed through my head. “Calm down..it's just my imagination.” I told myself. But I knew I wasn't imagining the small bumps across my body, or the sweat dripping down my face and in my shirt, or my trembling hands and feet. I couldn't deny myself that something was happening.
And in an instant, the chill was gone. The sweat started to dry on me as the room returned to it's normal temperature, much more inviting than it was a couple seconds before. The goosebumps disappeared and the fear eased. I stopped trembling from the cold and I actually felt comfortable.
I laid my head down on the couch. I wanted to just fall asleep. I wanted to sleep through the night and wake up in the morning, hopefully to see the others. I hoped by then they would change their mind about this whole thing. I didn't forget about what just happened, though. I knew something was there, and I wanted to leave here as soon as possible. Tired from the events of the day, I slowly fell asleep.
As my consciousness faded, something happened. I felt something touch my exposed leg and slide up to my elevated foot. A silent but creepy chuckle, with a high pitch similar to a child's, I heard.
Liz
“Ugh” I said, ready to break away from my relentless mother. She can be really overbearing sometimes. I was really anxious to get to the campground with Zach and Cole. I didn't care for those others too much though. They're too preppy for my tastes, and Mal has seemed to join in on their little cult.
I finally managed to satisfy her enough to get to my room and get dressed. I jumped in the shower and dressed myself rather quickly. I threw on a bra and a regular black t-shirt. I also put on denim pants and slipped on my tennis shoes. Then I grabbed my small traveling big and threw some extra clothes in it. I also grabbed my bathing suit, remembering Cole saying something about swimming. I could imagine how cold that lake is, but I wanted to be prepared anyway. I went to my closet and grabbed a small tent. I doubt I could set it up tonight due to it already being dark. I might can stay in Cole's tent tonight.
I look over in the mirror and notice my new piercing. I now had a jeweled piercing right below my lip and above my chin. I smile, gracious that I was even able to get it. My mother wasn't thrilled, but she reluctantly allowed me to get it. If my dad was here, he would move heaven and earth to stop me from getting a piercing. Dad... It brought back a lot of memories.
I shrugged the memory out of my mind, anxious to get on the road before mom had yet another thing for me to do. I finished gathering all I needed for the trip. As I picked up my bag off my bed, I noticed the book.
It was a gift from some of the new friends I've made at school. I've acquainted myself with some of the..less-than-ordinary students at school. They dress in all black and have the craziest hairstyles. They all wear black and purple makeup, even the guys. They invited me to one of their meetings and gave me that book. It had strange circular symbols on the light purple cover. When I opened it, I was surprised. It contained detailed information about witchcraft and the afterlife. I've never believed in any of that too much. I immediately closed the book after discovering what was in it. I didn't want to be any part of such things, but lately, I've taken an interest in it. I still don't want to participate in any of those things, but I want to see just what it is about this stuff that they are interested in.
I decide to take it with me, reading through it some at night time. I throw it into my bag, along with my laptop and anime dvd's, and leave my room with everything in tow. I walk into the kitchen where my mother was cooking supper.
“You should stay long enough to eat.” she said as she stirred whatever was in her pot.
“No, I'm ready to get up there. It's already dark.” I replied back, trying desperately to get away.
“Well..okay then. Did you remember to get everything? You can't forget your inhaler. And did you get enough clothes? And..” my mother continued until I cut her off.
“Mom! I have everything. I'll be ok. I'm not going too far.” I say, seeing the concern in her eyes. I know she worries about me all the time. Every since dad died, she's been like that. “I'll text you when I get to the camp site, I promise.”
A slight smile that tried to hide her worry appeared. “Ok then. You can go on I guess. Please be safe driving and buckle up.” she says.
“I will, Mom. Don't worry.” I say, knowing I'm wasting my breath. I know she will worry. Nothing I say will ever change that. She nodded her head and I turned around to leave the house. “Bye mom!” I say as I open the door.
“Okay, sweetie, bye and have fun.” she responds. I close the door behind me and go to my car. It's just an old Ford Taurus, something that Dad left behind.
I get in the car and pull out of the driveway. I drive by Zach's house and notice the darkness in the windows. I knew he was at the campsite already, and I was ready to get there with him and Cole.
It was roughly a 30 minute drive. There was a stop point on the road that slowed me down. I showed my license and insurance card to the policeman and they let me through. I turned on the radio to my favorite station that plays a variety of music. I thought about how Zach and Cole played those tie up games. I was the only other person they told because they knew I wouldn't judge or tell anyone else. Even Malory didn't know. They even wanted to tie me up, but I decided against it. It just wasn't my thing.
I finally arrive at the camp site, and notice their vehicles parked there. I see Zach's old truck and Zane's flashy mustang. I was still annoyed they came along, as I didn't care much about them. Benny seems alright but Zane is just... I can't find the words to describe him. And he brought that girl along. I'd imagine she was just as dingy as her boy-toy. I knew Malory had a crush on Zane. I wonder how she felt about that.
I parked my car beside Zach's and grabbed my things. I found the trail and walked down it. Luckily it wasn't hard to find the place as I saw the light of the campfire. I walked towards it and into the clearing. I saw tents setup around it and the campfire blazing. I also saw burgers on a small table grilled, setting under a towel to keep bugs off. The grill had embers in the coal and was still smoking slightly.
But I noticed one thing missing: people. I recognized Zach's tent and knew I was at the right campsite. There was no other vehicles here, so it couldn't of belonged to anyone else. I noticed a red cup on the ground beside his tent. I also noticed a cooler. When I opened it up, I saw several cans of beer and soft drinks. I knew it belonged to Zane as I know Zach and Cole didn't drink. I looked inside the tents and couldn't find any sign of them.
“Were they off in the woods?” I thought to myself as I sat down. “What was going on?” I looked out into the lake, noticing the small waves due to the slight breeze blowing in the area. And then I saw it. That old Victorian house I heard was haunted. It was in plain sight across the lake, and it looked eerie as it blocked out some of the moonlight, black in the distance. It was like out of a classic horror tale. It sent chills down my spine just thinking about it. I told myself I wouldn't visit it any time soon as I turned my gaze away from the house.
I sat there for quite some time, wondering where everyone went. As more time passed, my worry increased. It didn't feel right, and I wanted to get up and look for them. But as I got up, I turned my head when I heard shuffling in the woods.
When I looked back, and saw someone come onto the campsite. She was trembling with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked nervous and fearful. She walked towards me, and I noticed she had been crying.
“Malory? What's going on? Where is everyone?” I ask her.
“I made a mistake, Lizzy. I made a mistake.”
At that point, I knew something was wrong.. really wrong...
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### Chapter 4

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Jul 27, 2014 12:42 am

Chapter 4
Liz
I saw that she was trembling. I knew something had gone wrong, and I needed to find out what happened. “Mal, what happened?” I asked her, seeing the frightful look in her eye.
“Please, Lizzy...help me!” she said to me.
“Tell me, Malory. What's going on?” I asked again.
“Zach....he's over there at the house..that haunted house!” Malory told me.
“What? What is he doing over there?” I asked, confused as to why anyone would go to that place, much less Zach.
“Zane....he took him over there. He...he..” Mal mumbled, shaking from more than just the chill in the cool night air.
“Come on, Mal. Please tell me!” I begged her, trying to make sense of what's going on.
“I found that stuff....that b-bondage gear in Zachs room. I showed it to Zane. We were just supposed to keep him tied up here for a while. Just to tease him.”
Then I realized at that instant what had happened to Zach. But I decided to pool more information out of Mal. “Mal...is Zach tied up at that house?” I ask.
“Y...yea....him and Cole.” She said nervously. Then she explained everything to me, including their plans to leave them over there all Spring Break.
I started to grow fearful. I didn't like this situation at all. All the locals talked about that house. It wasn't just a few of the crazy people in town. Everyone in town had something to say about it. Now I'm not one to believe rumors, especially outrageous ones like ghost rumors, but when I glanced over at that house, I felt that those rumors had some merit.
“Where are the others now?” I asked Malory, wondering where Zane was.
“Zane and that bimbo Christy went into the woods. I can only imagine what they are doing now. I followed after them to see what they were doing, but Benny...something was off with both him and Zane. He sneaked up on me while I was looking for them. He had a strange look in his eye that was really scary. Then he came onto me. Like he wanted me to..you know.”
“Have sex with you.” I asked her, finishing her thought.
“But I didn't want him. I want Zane. I told him to stay away from me, but he wouldn't. When I tried to run, he tackled me to the ground. I struggled against his power and weight. He groped and kissed me while I tried to knock him off. When he reached for his zipper, I panicked. That's when I grabbed a hold of that rock on the ground nearby. I hit him across his forehead as hard as I could. He fell to the ground, unconscious. I immediately got to my feet and rushed back to the camp. Liz, I was so scared...what if he comes back here?” Mal said.
I immediately lead her to one of the fold-up seats. I sat beside her, trying to comfort her. But she was still frantic. Hell, I would be to if I was almost raped.
“Please, Liz. We have to get Zach and Cole. I want to get out of here.” Mal said to me.
“Yea, I know. But it's across the lake. Where is the boat that you guys used?” I asked.
Mal looked over to the dock where I guess the boat was supposed to be. “I..it was there when I left. I don't know what happened to it!”
“Did they come back and take it?” I asked myself. “If so, then what were they going back for?”
“What are we gonna do?” She asked me. That was a tough question. I had to think hard for a moment.
“We need to get help. Come on, I have my keys.” I said as I grabbed Malory by the hand and rushed towards the parking lot. But when I got there, my heart sank. All of the vehicles were missing. I didn't know what to think. How did that happen? I couldn't call for help because I forgot my cell phone in the car. I was sweating profusely at that time.
“They're gone.” Malory said, even more frightened than before.
“Where's you're cell phone?” I asked her, hoping I could use it to call for help.
“I have it here.” Malory said, pulling out the touch screen device concealed in her pocket. But it did no good, as it had no service whatsoever. I guess that's the bad thing about being in out in the deep wilderness like this: great for solitude but bad for emergencies. But who could of taken our vehicles? Why or how did they do it?
At that point, I was starting to become panicked. No way of escaping, no way of contacting anyone, and there's a rapist psychopath out there, and I haven't forgotten about Zach and Cole tied up at that hell-hole. I had to act, but what can we do?
“We have to find a way over to Zach and Cole.” I said.
“R...right. But how?” Malory asked.
That I did not know. We returned to camp and I looked around for anything we use. I found some flashlights in Zach's tent, so I grabbed them and handed one to Malory.
“We need to look on the shoreline. There could be another rowboat that can get us to the other side.” I say. I had my doubts, but setting around here was not a good idea.
“Okay.” Malory said.
We left the campsite and turned our flashlights on. Luckily, the moon was full, shining light onto the area and made it easier to see. I noticed how dark and eerie it was though. I looked over to the old house again, but that ominous feeling didn't go away. If I did find a way over, I certainly wasn't looking forward to entering that place. But I knew I had to. I knew I had to rescue Zach and Cole from the clutches of whatever was in that place.
Zach
Now I was driven back into a state of panic. Something just touched me. I felt it! There was no denying that something was right beside me. I started to struggle against my bonds again, trying to break free and leave this place. I didn't want to be in here any more.
The more I struggled, however, the more aware I became of my helpless state. Benny made sure enough that I wasn't getting out of these bonds. I couldn't wiggle my way out.
Then, I felt something else touch me. This time it was on my other leg. The same feeling of something slowly moving down my leg returned. It felt like fingers sliding down. It stopped when it reached my knee.
At this point, I was crying in tears. That same ominous feeling returned to the pit of my stomach, and the feeling of something in this room was back. My eyes started to tear up, afraid of what was going to happen next. I was silently begging for someone, anyone, to come and rescue me. I would even drop getting revenge on Zane if he was here.
The sound of walking on the wooden floor returned, and I couldn't make out where it was headed. Some steps seemed right next to me while others sounded distant. Then I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It looked like a black mass moving across the floor. I gulped as it moved passed the window hastily. With tears coming out of my eyes and my body shimmering, all I could do is lay there, and wait on something else to happen.
After I saw the shadow, nothing else happened for an hour. The area was rather peaceful. But it certainly didn't do anything to keep me calm. Then, I felt some kind of shaking. I heard the sound of glass moving up and down, and I heard all kinds of bumping sounds around me. It felt as if an earthquake was coming.
Then I heard something that I knew I would never forget in my entire life. A low but audible growl was heard. It sounded like a growl a lion or tiger could make. I heard more glass rattling from the ceiling. The next thing I know, I see something fall and shatter on the floor next to the window. I made it out to be a chandelier.
The next thing I know is that the couch I am laying on threw me behind it, as if it were some kind of catapult. I scream as I hit the floor, and slide against a wall. When I look towards the window, I notice all kinds of things flying around. Things such as books and vases were spinning around in some kind of whirlwind. There was a roar in the room as if a twister was right over my head. I was so frightened at that point I felt I could pass out. I closed my eyes, wishing this whole ordeal was over. As the roaring of the wind grew louder, I actually DID pass out.
After passing out, I woke up some time later. I looked around, and saw that everything was in place as if a vortex didn't level the area. I was still on the floor where the couch slung me, but the couch was upright as if I was never in it. And then as I struggled against my bindings again, I noticed something odd: there were no bindings!
I immediately got up to my feet and rushed for the doorway. But as I pulled and turned the knob, the door didn't budge any. I desperately pulled and pushed, but it wouldn't open. I backed up away from the door, with despair creeping in. Then I remembered Cole. I couldn't leave here without him! I had to find him before I escaped this...hell.
I looked back into the room and noticed that, other than where the light shined in on the window, I could hardly see a thing. “I needed light” I thought to myself. And just as I did that, something illuminated on the nearby table. I looked over and saw an old-fashioned oil lantern sitting on an end table near the door. Trying not to freak out from what I just witnessed, I grabbed the lantern and found the staircase. I slowly crept up them not wanting to fall from running too fast. Every step I took let out a creaking sound that was just as spooky as all the other things that I've experienced up until this point.
I finally reached the top of the staircase, and came to a large hall. As I held out the lantern, I noticed several doors and extensions of the hall. There were unsettling portraits lining the hallways, with end tables under them and various items siting atop them, including vases and angel ornaments. There were also candles on each table sitting in their stands waiting to be lit.
I slowly started to walk to the first door, which was on my right. I shook as I grabbed the handle and started to turn it. I didn't want to open the door, but I had to find my friend at all cost. I pushed open the door and shined the lantern inside, but all I saw was a normal bedroom, with it's furniture covered in tarps to keep the dust from settling on it directly.
With no sign of Cole, I moved onto the next room. I wanted to call out for him, but I was scared I would attract unwanted attention from whatever haunted this place. I also remembered how he was gagged before we were separated. He couldn't call out to me anyways, so I just resumed my search.
I opened up several doors. One lead to a bathroom with an old fashioned ceramic tub. Several doors led to other bedrooms that still had their dust protectors on them. There were also empty rooms, without any kind of furniture whatsoever. I was getting desperate. I started to panic as I opened every door I saw. Every door I opened revealed nothing that hinted at Cole being there.
I searched the entire top floor, but I saw nothing. I started to give up hope. I was scared, really scared at that moment. I called out for him, tears starting to form in my eyes. “Cole...where are you?” I asked as I backed up against the wall.
I felt trapped, so trapped and I felt there was no getting out of here. I slid myself down the wall and rested on the wooden floor. I almost wanted to give up and let this house consume me. I knew that the rumors were true, and I knew that this house wasn't letting me go.
I glanced up and saw something in the distant. A flicker of light came out of nowhere, just as was with the lantern sitting beside me. Another light appeared and dimly lit the area around it. I guessed it was one of the candles. Considering all that has happened up until this point, it really didn't surprise me.
I got up and walked to where the candles were lit. I noticed they were lit around a door, one that I haven't visited before. I don't know how I missed this one, but I had a feeling I should open it. I really didn't have anything to lose at this point, so I turned the knob and pushed open the door.
This room had a window that shined in light from the moon outside, clearly illuminating the bedroom. But what was different about this room was that it had no dust protectors over the furniture! “Could Cole be in here somewhere?” I thought as I looked around the room.
I went over to the closet and shined my lantern inside. I didn't see any sign of my friend. But when I turned around, I was startled by the sight of the same boy that appeared in my dream and in the water standing beside the window. He was translucent as the light shined right through him. I noticed that he was shackled by his hands and feet by ghostly chains. He looked over, and I finally got a clear look at his face. He looked as normal as any black haired, brown eyed boy looked. He did have a concerned look, though.
Then, the boy began to speak. “You have to get out of here. He wants you. You are in danger.” he spoke softly.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes - Chapter 4 Added 7/27/2014

Post by FelixSH » Sun Jul 27, 2014 1:29 am

Nice continuation. I like the usage of multiple POVs. Also, Liz seems like an interesting addition to the cast.

### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [MF/MM, MF/FF, ??/MM] - Chapte

Post by chadmc90 » Mon Jul 28, 2014 9:21 pm

Thanks, Felix
I added tags to the story. The only one you may be confused about is ??/MM. I'll let you ponder that until you read the story.
EDIT: Hehe..woops...I completely confused myself with Liz/Linda...It was supposed to be Linda, not Liz...I will fix that ASAP. Sorry for the confusion everyone. Don't know what I was thinking.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [MF/MM, MF/FF, ??/MM] - Chapte

Post by NemesisPrime » Tue Jul 29, 2014 5:24 am

We need more supernatural tie-ups around here and it seems Dr. chamc90 has percribed the dosage! Very nice so far!
Just because you're dead doesn't you can't be lively! xD
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [MF/MM, MF/FF, ??/MM] - Chapte

Post by chadmc90 » Tue Jul 29, 2014 8:23 pm

Hey guys,
I fixed the Linda/Liz naming error. Sorry about the confusion. They were supposed to be the same person, but she is now called "Liz."
Also, Nemesis: you're welcome!
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### Chapter 5

Post by chadmc90 » Sat Aug 02, 2014 11:50 pm

Hey guys, here's the next chapter! It's starting to get intense, so I must warn you before reading on.
Also, while this chapter is told only from Zach's perspective, remember that Linda from the prologue is now "Liz." I got her name confused in my head when I wrote her POV segments back in Chapter 3 and 4.
Chapter 5
Zach
“W..what?” I asked the ghostly child, startled and confused about the mere sight of him. But for some reason, I didn't feel fear. I wasn't afraid of this ghost, even though my fear of this place hasn't gone away.
“Please escape from here...if you stay, he'll get you.” the boy repeated his message. “If you stay, your life will be in danger.”
“H..how do I escape? I can't leave this place..the front door will not open.”
“True, his hold on this place is strong. He won't let you leave easily. But his power isn't absolute.”
“He?” I thought. “When you say 'he,' do you mean Zane?”
“No, Zane is not the one I speak of. But I will warn you that he is just as dangerous as the one I am telling you about.”
“Then who? Who is 'he?'”
The boy, with his hands shackled behind his back and his feet also in chains, sighed. “'He' is something that I can't begin to describe. He has haunted this place even before I died, and he is the one holding me here. These chains bind me to this place. I am a prisoner here. There are others here as well. We are slaves to his bidding.” The boy turned around and looked back towards the door. When I turned around, I noticed even more ghostly figures, all bound in the same chains as the boy.
A girl, likely in her late teens, with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes and looks that would enthrall any boy, stood in a ghostly white gown beside another boy. The boy was my age. He had red hair and brown eyes and wore blue pajamas. Another younger girl, likely 13 or 14, was standing between them. She had velvet red hair and green eyes, and the same white and translucent gown the older girl had. I stepped back a little, overtaken by the appearance of the three ghosts.
“Please, don't be afraid. We don't want to hurt you. We can't hurt you.” the older girl said. “We want to help you escape this place as well.”
“She speaks the truth. Like the boy, we were all lured to this place. We were stuck here for some time before the inevitable happened...before we were killed.” the older boy said.
“W..what? You guys were killed?” I asked, now really scared.
“Yes. We were killed to fuel his power. Our souls, which have an infinite source of spirit energy, are being sapped of their energy to fuel his own energy, to grow his own power. You witnessed his power earlier, even being able to touch you.” The older girl explained. “These chains slowly sap our energy to add to his, but directly interacting with the physical plane, or the 'living' world, requires vasts amounts of energy. Even an entity of his nature can't produce enough power to pull off such a feat. But with souls of the dead, he can increase his power to the point that he can interact with the living.”
I looked on, confused of what they were telling me and what was going on. “I..don't understand what's going on.”
“I figured you wouldn't. All of this is hard for any living being to comprehend. Let me try to put it simple: this 'thing' we speak of is in fact an ancient and powerful spirit. A spirit of lust and dominance, he likes to enslave the souls of the living, us, and steal our powers. He was never a soul of a living person. And now he has his sights on you and your friend.” the smaller boy beside the window said.
I was trembling at that point. “A spirit...wants me?” The thought made we woozy. I sat on the bed, trying to comprehend what was just told to me.
“Zach, is it?” The older boy asked. “We don't mean to scare you. We want to help you escape at all cost. There is a way, but it is very dangerous. The spirit lurks around this place at all corners. You have to escape at all cost. He has already made preparations for the ritual.”
“Ritual?” I ask, not really wanting to know.
“The spirit's ultimate goal is to possess a living body so he can easily interact with the living world. He plans to use either Cole or you. He hasn't made his choice yet, but when he does, both of your lives will be in danger.”
“No..please...help me! Where is the exit? And where is Cole?” I asked panicky as I got to my feet and headed to the door.
“Cole is fine...for now. But the spirit is 'inspecting' him now. He has already done the same to you, so he will make his choice soon. Cole is in this very room. You must hurry.” The girl said. Then my vision started to fade, and the room spun around me. “Zach...this is only a dream..it was the only way we could talk to you. You will wake up soon, and these visions will be in your head. We will also give you a vision of the way out. Please hurry, and avoid them at all costs. We have loosened your bonds as much as possible so you can get free. We have done all we can. Now hurry, before it's too late.”
“Wait, I still have questions!” I yelled. But the room continued to spin into smoke, and soon enough, I awoke from the dream, and found myself back in the living room, still on the couch before all the weird things started to happen. I noticed I was still hogtied, but my bindings, like they said, were much looser than before. It took little work and I was finally free!
I got up from the couch and took out my phone. Luckily, Zane didn't think about taking it from me. I turned on the flashlight feature and shined it around. I noticed the room wasn't in a mess like it was before my dream and before that windstorm. I shined my light up around and found the stairs. I went up the familiar stairs and saw the familiar hallway from my dreams. I then noticed two lit candles, also the same one from my dream, that were resting on each side of the door. I immediately ran to it and opened it.
When I looked inside, I finally saw him, passed out on the bed. He was still in his clothing, tied by his hands and feet to the bed by ropes, spread-eagled. W went over to him and immediately started undoing his bindings. “Cole!” I call out, trying to catch his attention. He was breathing, which made me feel that he was okay. “Cole! I'm here. We're getting out of here!” I said as I untied his arms.
But a raspy and low laugh from behind me stopped me dead in my tracks. “Hehehe. You think so?”
I looked behind me and saw Benny, with an evil, sadistic grin across his face. But the voice I heard wasn't Benny. “Benny?” I said, nervous but also excited. “Did you guys come back to get me?”
“You can say that.” he said in his normal voice. But something seemed off about him. I also noticed blood on the side of his head.
“What happened to your head?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing to concern yourself with. But the important thing is that I'm here and I'm here for you.”
I started smiling. “Okay, then help me get Cole loose and get out of this place!” I said as I went back to work on Cole's bindings. He was still asleep.
“I'm sorry, Zach, but I can't do that.” Benny said. I turned around and looked at him nervously.
“W.what do you mean? Come on, Benny! Help me get him free.”
“Now why would I do that?” Benny asked. But his voice started to change back to the raspy and low voice from before.
“W..what is going on. Benny! Snap out of it!” I said.
“Oh no, he won't snap out of it until I get ready to release him.” the voice said.
I got up and started to back away from Benny, but he stepped closer to me. “Who are you?” I asked. “Are you 'him?'”
“'Him?' I guess you've been talking to the others. How much have they told you about me?”
My heart dropped at that moment. It was in fact the spirit that the ghosts had told me about in my dream. I gulped as I backed away from Benny, who I thought was now possessed by that thing. “H..how? They said that you didn't have the strength to possess someone!”
“Well, it goes to show what they know! True, this is only a partial possession. But it's enough to enjoy myself for a little while.”
I then decided that running was my best option. I looked over at Cole, who was still sound asleep and tied to the bed. “How could I leave him?!” I thought. “How could I leave him here with this monster?” “What do you plan to do with us?” I ask him
“Simple. I want into the living world. And for that I need a living body.” Benny started walking towards me. I walked all the way back until my back hit the wall. I then tried to invade him, but he grappled me back to the wall, and pressed me against it with sheer strength. I couldn't budge against him like this. He had his hands on my arms, and he was pressing his chest up against my own. “I want a body...like yours. So young...and so hot...” he said as he took his hand off my arm and gently rubbed it down my face.
“Please...leave me alone.” I softly begged, nervous about where this was going.
“Now why would I do that?” he said back. I then started to feel dizzy, like I was getting tired.
“Zach...I know your secret. You're gay, aren't you. Yes, I can feel your love for Cole. I can sense your thoughts and emotions. Zach, tell me? Would you like to be with him forever? He feels the same way about you, you know? He loves you just as strongly as you love him. I can make it happen. You and him, together forever. Just give up your resistance, and I can make it happen.”
My head was racing. All I could think about was escape now. But my body wasn't right. My body didn't respond to my will, and slowly it started to lose function. A tear started to form in my eye as I turned my head to avoid Benny's gaze.
“Good boy.” the voice said. Then I felt something around my wrists. When I tried to move them, it felt as if some kind of handcuffs were around them. “You're doing good, boy. Just accept your fate now.”
Then he started to kiss areas on my neck. “Now, come with me. I want to savor my time with you in this body. But soon enough, I will have another body, one that will be mine forever.”
Then Benny pulled me off the wall and led me to the door. I wanted to resist and run, but my body wouldn't respond. I was really dizzy at that point, not knowing what was about to happen. I was led out of the room by Benny, or the thing that possessed him, and into the dark hall. With my hands shackled behind my back like the other ghosts, I was lead down the hall to the other end, opposite to the door that led to the living room. When I got to the end, there was a door that Benny opened, and it led to a stairwell. When we entered it, windows showed what was in the room. Several shelves filled with books covered the walls. The room was as large a two stories, and it had a flight of stairs that lead to the floor and the door Benny and I just entered. Benny led me down the stairs and onto the floor and between the shelves through the room. We came to another door, and I looked up.
“This is where we are heading. The owners of this place are nice enough to provide such a room for us.”
Benny opened the door, and I saw yet another flight of stairs. I was once again lead down the pitch black stairs. We finally reached the bottom floor, and went into what seemed like the basement. I couldn't see anything. The room was pitch black, making it impossible to make out what was in it. But Benny fixed that, as he walked away and took out a lighter out of his pocket. Then there was some light in the room. I can make out Benny and some of what was in here.
I noticed that Benny lit a candle on the table, similar to the ones I saw upstairs. Benny continued to light more candles, somehow knowing where they were in the dark room. But as the light from the candles gave the room much needed light, my eyes slowly widened as I made out what was in here. It was like straight out of one of those medieval dungeons! Several tools lined the walls and there were cages on the floor. There were several tables, some with leather belts that I didn't want to think about what they were used for. I saw shackles hanging from the ceiling, with pulleys and chains linked to them.
At that point, my body began to react again. I slowly backed away and towards the stairs. I knew staying in here with Benny was dangerous. Then I started towards the stars, but before I knew it, Benny wrapped his hands around my body. “Now where do you think you're going? We haven't started to have fun, yet!”
As quick as it came, my body's will was gone again, and I was lead back into the room. Benny walked me over to where the shackles hang from the ceiling. “Now it was time to punish you for trying to defy me, boy.”
The shackles disappeared from my hands, and then I noticed the chains the shackles were connected to were slowly lowered. Like at the lake earlier, Benny lifted my shirt over my head without any resistance. Not like I wanted it to happen, but my body didn't stop it. Benny then connected the shackles to my hands and then went over to the pulley, which had a lever for twisting. Slowly, the shackles were pulled above my head along with my hands, and soon enough, my hands were above my head. I almost thought that I was going to be lifted from the ground, but Benny stopped reeling right before my feet started to lift.
I made one final attempt to plead for mercy. “P.please...let me go!” I begged him. But I knew my words fell on deaf ears.
“I missed out on some fun with your sister. So, now that I have you, I wouldn't think about letting you go.”
But before I could ask, I felt something hit my back that nearly took the breath out of me. It stung as I yelled out in pain. “Ahh!”
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [MF/MM, MF/FF, ??/MM] - Chapte

Post by tony2 » Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:54 pm

BOO!
Great story. Looking forward to the rest. Thanks for taking the time to share.
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### Chapter 6

Post by chadmc90 » Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:08 pm

Warning: Explicit PG-17 Content ahead. Reader discretion advised
Chapter 6
“Please, stop! I'll do anything!” I begged him as the whip hit my back for the seventh time.
“Oh, really?” The ghost said inside Benny. I was still restrained with my hands in shackles hanging from a beam holding up the ceiling. My shirt was removed and I stood on the floor with my shorts on. My back was stinging from the lashes of the whip that Benny had. The candles were still lighting the room. “What could you do to please me?”
“I...I...” I said, trying to think of something to spare myself. I knew if this kept up, I wouldn't last much longer. The ghost wanted my soul, and it would do anything to get it.
“What was that?” it asked again as Benny stepped in front of me. The evil and sadistic smile on his face said it all. I paused for a moment, thinking about what it will take to get him to stop, but nothing I thought I could say or do would work.
Then, another slash of the whip against my stomach made me yelp in pain again. “P..please! I said I'll do anything! Please!”
“I think I'm quite enjoying myself at the moment. You're screams of agony and whimpering just makes me want it more. But I tell you what: I will stop if you promise to go along with anything I say. From here on out, you will call me master. Do you agree?”
I looked at him, on the verge of tears. This freak was getting off my pain, but I knew I had no choice. For now, I had to comply. I had to wait until the opportune moment to get out of this situation. I had to hold out until morning until my sister returned.
“O.ookay. I agree.” I murmured under my whimpering.
“I agree.....what?”
“I agree, master.” I corrected myself.
Benny smiled as he went over to the lever. He lowered me until I fell on my knees. He released me from the shackles and I bent over with my elbows on the ground. Before I could rejoice in my freedom, the phantom handcuffs once again formed over my wrists and ankles. The chains were long to give me some leverage, but there was enough restraint to keep me from going too far.
Benny went over to the wall and grabbed a wooden chair. He brought it to where I lay and sit it right beside me in the chair. I looked at him, waiting for what he had in store for me. I knew I wouldn't like anything he, or the spirit inside of him, had in mind.
“This body has had a long day in the wilderness. It's been walking through dirt and in the lake.” he said as he took off his shirt. Benny's toned torso was now in view. I gazed at it while he lifted his foot. He then started to untie his shoes. When he took it off, I noticed how damp his socks were. “When I arrived, I accidentally stepped into the lake, and got these shoes all wet. Benny won't be happy when he finally “snaps” out of it.”
I stared at him, watching his every move. I noticed him wadding the sock up into a ball, wondering what he had planned. I said nothing as he got back up and walked over to a table in the corner of the room. I sat there, still on my arms and knees, waiting for my fate. He returned to the chair now with a roll of duct tape. I gulped as I thought about what he was planning to to. “W..what are you gonna do with that?”
Benny looked at me and grinned. He then took his foot and kicked me in the cheek bone. The kick made me land on my side. “What am I?”
I realized my mistake. “Sorry...master.”
“Every time you get it wrong, you will be punished.” The ghost said. I made a mental note to not forget that. I rose back and sat with my knees bent. “Now..open up.”
I looked at him, appalled at what he just said. “Does he mean to shove those filthy socks in my mouth?” I thought to myself. I kept my mouth closed and looked away from him.
“Hey, are you disobeying my orders? I told you to open up, boy, and I mean it! Do it now or else I will hang you back up there, still force these socks in your mouth, and continue my fun by whipping you. What will it be?”
I didn't care at that point! I wasn't letting that thing nowhere near my mouth. But before I knew it, I was tackled to the floor by him, and now he startled my chest. I struggled against Benny's weight, but he was too heavy and strong to make any difference. I kept my mouth shut, but as soon as he grabbed my nose, I knew my fight was over.
It didn't take long for me to succumb to my need for air. My mouth opened wide to inhale much needed oxygen, but as soon as I took breath, the disgusting, damp, wadded sock went in. I tried to spit it out, but Benny's hand wouldn't allow it. I could taste the water from the lake, and I also could taste the salty sweat. The taste made me nearly vomit, but I managed to somehow contain it.
“You best keep that in your mouth, bitch-boy. If it comes out, you're gonna be re-shackled to the ceiling.” he warned me. I wanted nothing more than to spit this disgusting thing out and into his face, but my instincts told me otherwise, so I complied. He unwrapped the duct tape and started to cover my mouth with it, wrapping it around my head. He finally stopped and tore the strand away from the main role, and threw it behind his back. My entire mouth was covered with it, and I knew the gag was going nowhere anytime soon.
“Now that that's in there, we can move on to the next thing.” the ghost said as he pulled me to my feet. I was then walked over to some kind of leather table with four extensions protruding out from the base. It looked as if I could be strapped onto the thing as it had several straps on it.
“Sit on it.” Benny commanded. I complied with him, and crawled onto the table. I then noticed Benny rotated the upper extensions so that it made an “x” pattern with the lower ones. Benny then took my arm and pulled it to one of the upper extensions. With my hands still shackled, he laid it down on the table and tightened the strap close to my wrists. With that arm immobile, Benny waved his arm, and the ghostly shackles that bound my arms disappeared. Benny then walked to the other side and locked my other arm in. Benny then did the same with my legs, and then tightened one more strap across my upper belly, securing me spread-eagle to the table.
I was now at this ghost's complete mercy. He could do just about anything he wanted to do to me, and I couldn't move an inch. I struggled against my new bindings, but again there was no hope for escape. I looked into his eyes to try to find a hint of compassion. But what I noticed instead was coldness, void of anything good. I saw no trace of humanity in him, and that really shook me to the core. I felt a tear flow down my cheek and onto the duct tape.
Benny softly stroked my chest, he rubbed my belly and started to slowly caress me. He eventually used his other hand and gently massaged my nipples. I would of actually enjoyed this if it weren’t for the awful gag in my mouth, the fact that my friend Benny was doing this because he possessed by an evil spirit, and the general screwed up situation. But a small part of me still liked it though. As he did this, I let slip small moans of pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” Benny told me as he continued his massage.
Then, out of nowhere, Benny grabbed my nipples violently and twisted them as hard as he could. I screamed into my gag at the pain, trying to beg him to stop. When he finally let go, I saw red marks where he twisted, and moaned in my damp, filthy gag. Benny went back to the table and grabbed something off it. But when he returned, my eyes widened when I saw them. They were two metal clamps with some black rubber like material at the ends. They were connected by chains and they had some kind of screw on them.
“These, my little bitch, are vice clamps. The more I turn these, the tighter they get. Do you know where I am gonna put these?”
I had an idea where they were going, but it didn't make me any less dreadful. I gulped as pinched the metal ends together, opening the clamps. Then slowly he lowered them to my chest. Eventually, my right nipple was in between one of the clamps, and when he let the clamps close, I hollered in pain! It stung as the clamps pinched my exposed nipple, and I whimpered in my gag. Not long after, the other one went on my left nipple, and the pain doubled.
I whimpered and tried to make audible words to beg him to take them off, but even if he could understand what I was trying to say, I knew he wouldn't do it. He took pleasure in seeing me suffer, and he wasn't about to stop for me.
As the clamps continued to bite my nipples, I watched as he went over to one of the tables. This one had wheels that allowed it to roll. It had several lit candles on it along with other things I didn't know what they were. Benny rolled it over to where I was and then smiled.
He picked up one of the candles and waved it over my body. I never took my eye off it as he waved it back and forth. But when he started to tilt it, I began to panic. He slowly tilted the candle, and then the hot liquid wax dripped out of the hole in the candle and hit my belly. I wailed in pain as the burning wax hit my skin. It quickly solidified, finally ending my torment. But Benny didn't stop there. He grabbed yet another and poured the molten wax in a line up from my belly to my chest. It dripped and hit my skin, causing burning sensations on my chest. After that one was emptied he grabbed another, this time circling the wax around my pecs. He continued to do this until my body was covered in patches of white, blue, and red patches. He went up my arms and down my legs with it as well.
He eventually stopped, much to my delight. I was breathing heavily from my struggling and panic. But when I thought things could get no worse, He then rested his hand on my groin. My eyes widened even more when he started rubbing that area.
“You said you agreed to anything, remember!”
I shook my head, trying to tell him “no!” but he ignored my pleas and reached for the zipper of my shorts, and slowly unzipped them. He then pulled them down, revealing my boxers. The lower extensions of the table also swiveled, and he rotated my legs so they were straightened. He then pulled down my shorts, fully reveling my boxers. But to my utter shock, I noticed them slowly rising. I was getting aroused by this! How could this be happening at a time like this? Benny then grabbed my boxers, and smiled even more sadistically. He then licked his lips with his tongue. “Now, let's see what the bitch boy has here.” he said as he grabbed the strap of my boxers.
He then slowly pulled them down, and eventually, it was in full view. It was now as hard as a rock. He finished pulling them down to my ankles with my shorts. He then walked back up to my side and stared at it.
“I've never had the pleasure of handling a living guy's manhood, but now it looks like that's going to change. I wonder what I should do first.” Benny looked back over at the table, and started rummaging through a box on it. I was shaking, scared of what he was going to pull out. But he pulled out nothing. “For now, I am gonna just explore it.”
And then he grabbed it! He started to slowly massage up and down, and my already hard member grew even more. I moaned in pleasure as he gave me the hand job. I closed my eyes as I moaned and relaxed. I hated this happening to me, especially when it was coming from my possessed friend, but my throbbing manhood didn't agree.
He slowly sped up, and I moaned in both pleasure of the “attention” my ghostly captor gave me and the receding pain from my nipples due to lack of blood flow. He then got faster and faster, and as I felt I could explode, he suddenly took his hand away.
I growled in frustration and fury at pulling away at the last second. “Not now, boy.” he said as he rummaged through his box of stuff again. “There's plenty of stuff in here that he left. I want to try it out all soon on you before I bring you over.”
“He?” I thought. But the mention of a guy quickly left my mind when he brought out some long pipe-shaped device. It looked metallic with a silvery shine.
“Do you want to take a gander at what this thing is? I'll give you a hint: it's for 'certain' pipes.” He said to me. It was really thin and it didn't have a hole for anything to flow through. I didn't realize what he meant before he grabbed me there again and held my now hardening manhood.
“Too late, you will find out right now!” My eyes widened when I saw him guide it to the tip of my shaft. At that moment, I started struggling against my bonds, trying to break free. But it was no use. I knew he planned to stick it inside, and the thought terrified me.
But when it started to touch the tip of my manhood, something started happening. “No..” he said as he dropped the metallic pipe and grabbed his head. “Not now..I was just starting to have fun!” He said as he wobbled and fell against the wall. The candles started to flicker, and I knew something was up.
“No!” He shouted in his evil, but now frantic voice. And then most of the candles went out, and I saw some sort of shadow trail across the room. Benny lay on the floor, motionless and unconscious.
Then I felt the weight of panic, fear, and depression leave me, and I now lay in near darkness, exhausted from the ordeal. I could feel the spirit wasn't here any more, and I felt safer than I felt since before coming to this place. With tears streaming down my face, I hoped the old Benny would wake up, and we could finally get out of this place. But little did I know that things were only going to get worse.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] (PG-17) - Chapter

Post by tony2 » Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:58 am

WOW -- suspenseful.
Oh, the dangers of keeping a well stocked toy box too...
Keep writing. Good job.
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### Chapter 7

Post by chadmc90 » Thu Aug 21, 2014 10:41 pm

Chapter 7
Liz
We looked through the woods for what felt like hours. The forest was rather large. It spanned most of the state that it bordered, it's shore stretching for several miles. There were plenty of docks along it, but the trouble was finding one with a boat. We walked even further down, but as I was about to give up on finding a boat nearby, we finally found another dock!
“Look, Mal!” I said, exited over the discovery. “It should have a boat, right?”
“I hope so.” Malory said back as our walk picked up speed.
We rushed over to find the wooden dock, stretching out into the moonlit water. The house in the distance was still noticeable, but I could tell we traveled a long distance. We went over to the boat, and saw that it was a fishing boat. The problem was that there was no oars to paddle our way across. It had a small motor attached to it, but it could only be activated with a key.
“Shit!” I murmured, angered at yet another obstacle that was in our way.
“What is it?” Malory asked as I clenched my fist.
“This thing can only be started with a key.” I said in a angry tone.
“Oh...” She said disappointingly.
I looked around in the boat and rummaged through the tool boxes, but no key was to be found.
“Now what!” I said, trying to think of ways to get this boat moving. I looked around and then I noticed a small cottage further up the bank. It looked kinda like a fishing shack!
“There! There could be something to help us in there!” I said to Malory.
“You think we can find something in there?” Malory asked me.
She seemed nervous as she stared at the dark, wooden structure. It was true that it was a bit spooky, but we didn't have many options if we were to escape. I had to look around if I was going to get to Zach. “We have to see.” I said to her.
We both cautiously approached the lonely cottage and walked around the wall to find the door. I shined my flashlight to the handle, and then grabbed it in hopes it would not be locked. But as my hand came in contact with it, the door eerily creaked open. I didn't even have to turn the handle. I pushed open the door to see what was inside. I shined my flashlight into the house as I slowly stepped on the floor. It was warmer than on the outside, but not by much.
From what I saw, it was a simple layout. It had a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. It had a love seat and chair in the living room, an older model t.v., stove, refrigerator, and cabinets in the kitchen, and toilet and shower in the bathroom.
I shined the light around, looking for any sign of a key. I searched the surfaces of any and all tables, looked inside the cabinets, and on the walls. But I couldn't find it. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try anyway. “Mal, did you find it?” I called out, hoping she had better luck than I.
I went back into the living room. Just as I walked in, she came from the kitchen. “No...” she said with disappointment.
I shined my light one final time around the room. But as I gave up hope, I noticed two oars sitting in the corner. “Mal..look!” I said, pointing my flashlight at them. She looked in the direction and saw the oars as well. “We can use those in place of the motor!” I said, my spirits lifting.
“Yea, it's better than nothing.” she said as she picked up one of them. I grabbed the other, but as we headed out the door, I heard noises from outside.
“What's that?” I asked softly. Then I made out the noises. Footsteps and the crackling of leaves under them was not far off. They were accompanied by what sounded like voices; male voices to be particular.
“Quick! In the house!” I said as I pulled Mal back in. She didn't put up any resistance as she also heard the voices. I decided it was best to hide under the bed, and so we sneaked quickly into the bedroom and dropped to our stomachs. We crawled until we thought we were out of view. Mal and I was laying on our belly, with the oars underneath us. We waited until we thought it was okay to leave.
But then our fears came to fruition! The door of the cabin opened and we now heard footsteps inside the house. Then we could hear them talking.
“Man, I really do not want to spend my break out here!” one of the voices said. It was definitely that of a boy, particularly my age.
“Well, it's the only time we have off. It takes a while to prepare.” A second voice said.
“Yea, but why did he have to invite 'them?'” a third voice said.
“I have no clue. I mean we do this on our own every year. We get one every year to strengthen him. But with them, I believe he has something else planned this time. Zane did mention some kind of 'book' they possessed though.”
“Those goth kids know more about this spiritual mumbo-jumbo than any of us. I just wish he would deliver on his promise already.”
“Me too. Hey, where did you leave those oars, exactly?”
I froze in panic, both at the mention of the group that gave me that book. I knew who they were talking about when I recognized those voices. It was guys I saw Zane hang out with. And there's only one group of goths at our school. We continued to listen on.
“Why do we need those oars?” one of them said.
“Well, unless you want to hand-paddle back to the shore if the motor gives out, then I suggest we find them.”
I was panicking now. If they start to look for those oars, then we could be discovered! I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that we were in danger. If these guys find us...
“Look around the house! They have to be around here somewhere! Zane never leaves them in the boat.”
I looked over at Malory. I could tell that she was in fear as was I, but we had to be calm. Footsteps started to walk around the cabin as the three boys looked for their missing oars. I stayed still, hoping and praying that they would not look under the bed.
Then I heard someone walk into the bedroom. A light was shined on the floor, presumably from a flashlight. I held my finger to tell Malory to be quiet. He walked around and looked in the closet, but I didn't figure he would find any. The oars were under the bed and under us; two potential victims to their plots. I'm not religious, but I was silently praying that they wouldn't look under here.
Then my heart started to race even more as I saw a hand lift up the bedsheets draped over the bed. The light lit up the edge, and my panic grew. But just as he was about to bend down, I heard a distant voice.
“Hey! I found them hanging on the wall of the house! Let's go already.”
“Alright!” The guy in the room said as he released the bedsheets. Darkness filled the cabin once more as they all left to the outside. Relief finally set back in, and I thought the ordeal was over.
We waited a while to give them time to leave, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible. When we heard a motor start up outside, we decided it was safe to crawl out from under the bed.
“Oh my god! That was so scary!” Mal said to me.
“Yea it was. If that other guy didn't call out.” I said, shriveling at the thought of what could of happened.
“What do we do now?” Mal asked me, looking to me to think this through.
I then thought about what was said. I knew they were working alongside Zane, and that they had something planned, something that involved Zach and Cole to be sure. They were also working alongside the goths that went to our school. And then I remembered the book! They mentioned that book that was given to me! I knew I had to get back to camp and get it! It could reveal what was really going on! “We have to go back to camp. I have a book there that could tell us about what they were planning. Those goths gave it to me.”
“O..Ok..” Mal said, still shaken with the series of events that has happened this night.
But as I walked to the door, something started to appear. It took the form of a small boy. The boy had chains locking his wrists and ankles, and he was translucent. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Was this really a ghost!?
“Please...don't be afraid. I don't have much time. You need to know...” The ghost said with an echo.
As soon as I realized what was happened, I heard a thump on the floor. When I looked over, Malory had feinted and fell to the ground. I immediately bent over to check on her.
“Mal! Please wake up!” I called out, worrying that the fall could of injured her.
“Her vitals are normal. She is fine.” The boy called out. “Please, listen to what I have to say, I can feel the chains already pulling me back!”
I turned around and looked at the ghostly figure. I was fearful, really fearful. Most of the ghost stories I have heard about the house across the lake was nothing but bad, and I didn't know that this ghost had planned.
“Please don't be fearful. I promise I won't hurt you.”
I just sat there beside Malory. The ghost didn't strike me as malevolent, and I wanted to believe that intentions were pure, but it was unbelievable that I was witnessing this! I was struggling to have words to form in my mouth!
“I came to tell you that the two you know as Zach and Cole are okay. They are at the house across the lake..where mine and several other spirits are trapped there.”
The mention of Zach and Cole finally brought words to my mouth. “You mean they are okay?”
“Yes, but not for long. I don't have time to tell you the details, but you are running out of time. The ritual takes a while to prepare, but every moment is crucial. I venture to guess three days, given the advanced nature...if you don't get Zach and Cole soon, then you will lose them forever...”
I was confused and shocked at the revelation. “Ritual?” “Lose them?” “What was this spirit talking about!?” These thoughts ran through my head as I tried to make sense of the situation.
“I know this is confusing, but you have to trust me. There is a spirit there that has total control over us.” The boy started to fade into nothing as he disappeared. “I'm sorry, I can't stay here any longer.”
And then there was nothing....
I couldn't take all this in at once... This night has certainly been crazy, but the thought of Zach and Cole being taken away prompted me to action. I knew that I had to find them...to rescue them.
“MMMMMmm” I heard beside me, as Malory finally gained consciousness. “What happened?” she softly said
“No time to talk Malory. I'll explain on the way.” I said as I helped her to her feet.
“Wait..did we just see a ghost?” She asked in bewilderment.
“I'll explain as we walk. Come on!” I rushed her.
We went outside, where we noticed the boat was gone...
I decided to head back to camp to find that book and see if it reveals any more information about what is really happening. But I knew one thing: Zach and Cole were in danger...real danger....
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 7

Post by chadmc90 » Thu Aug 21, 2014 10:43 pm

Oh, and thanks, Tony for the feedback
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 7

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Aug 24, 2014 7:33 am

Hey, guys.
I added a new poll to the story. I did have one up but it didn't receive feedback. I guess that kind of question was just too early to ask at this part of the story. So I changed it, and it now reads "Like the Story?" There are 5 options to choose from, so please vote! And remember feedback is important to me, both positive and negative, as with all my stories. If I don't get feedback, I assume that my story holds no interest anymore and could be discontinued if it persists. Thanks.
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 7

Post by tony2 » Sun Aug 24, 2014 2:29 pm

You're more than welcome. BTW, can't find the poll so you'll have to guess for me, but IF YOU QUIT, the ghosts you summoned already will have no other place to go than your pillow where they will torment your sleep every night (grin). So keep it up, OK?
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 7

Post by chadmc90 » Sun Aug 24, 2014 3:05 pm

Haha, ok.
Thats wierd that you can't see that. I also cant create a poll for my Oprhaned In The Snow story either...
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### Re: Tales of Ghosts and Ropes [mmf??/mmff] - Chapter 7

Post by chadmc90 » Thu Sep 04, 2014 12:01 am

Hey guys!
I wanted to let you know that I am working on the next chapters for this and Orphaned in the Snow. Sorry for the long wait. I have been a bit under the weather for a while, and haven't really had the motivation to write much. No worries! There is still more ghosts and snow TUGs coming!
By the way, there should be a poll at the top of the story. Please vote in it.
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