Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Ghostly on 15-09-2012, 17:43:32</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 17:43:32</strong>
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				<em>Daniel couldn't move; he could barely breathe. He clutched at the wound in his abdomen rigidly, knuckles white. Every involuntary twitch or small movement inevitably sent a white hot stab of pain through his stomach. Fuck, this was bad. It was getting hard to think, and his vision was blurry.<br><br>"Fuck, he's still alive." There was a faint click as whoever it was cocked his gun.<br>"Don't bother, he's not coming back from that. Let him go slow."<br><br>He recognized one of the voices, or at least he thought he had before all the noise from the house and the storm outside had begun to blend together. He could hear harsh laughter and the slam of the back door, a swift crack of lightning followed by a low bellow of thunder. Eventually there was nothing left but the pelt of rain outside and the raspy sound of his own breathing.<br><br>He fought to calm down, trying to slow his heart rate. Everything was going to be all right. Bullets were nothing new, he'd survived worse. His thoughts were silenced then by another wrenching pain to his stomach. He laughed a little to himself, though the sound came out sharp and cynical. All right, maybe this was a little more than nothing, but he'd be fine. Joey would come back and find him. He would come back, he'd promised... <br><br>All he had to do was hang on, and wait.</em><br><br><br><br>The sky was clear that morning, promising yet another welcoming spring day. A rented U-haul rumbled down a dusty dirt road and turned down a side street, rolling to a stop in front of a white wood-paneled cottage surrounded by trees. Today would be the first moving day the house had seen after decades of remaining depressingly uninhabited.<br><br>"Isn't this wonderful! Not every day I get to close on a house as pretty as this, and for such a nice young man." Mrs. Hern bounced up the steps to the front porch, flourishing a brand new set of keys to the little riverside cottage. It took a little wheedling to get the antique lock to turn, but soon with a metallic click and a triumphant grin the plump real estate agent ushered Randall inside. It looked much as it did the first time she had showed it to him two months ago, from the mint green wallpaper to the worn oak floors. The entryway led into the living room and the kitchen, which in turn opened up into a tree-blanketed yard with a weedy garden. A rickety set of stairs led to the two upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. The most noticeable feature was some rather awful-looking orange and white paisley carpet which ran through the living room. Over all it was a charming little starter house, just waiting to be turned into a home. <br><br>"Are we done here?" Mr. Price, the grizzled former owner of the house, stomped reluctantly through the door behind them. Scowling, his eyebrows furrowed into a furry line. With closing behind him, he was under no obligation to pretend he liked the place. <br><br>"I suppose you can go, the paperwork has all been signed. Are you sure you can't stay? I brought pie." Mrs. Hern turned to him, her lower lip sticking out in a slight pout. She pointed past the porch and into the entryway, where she'd set a pink bakery box on the living room table. "I love closing escrow with pie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 19:02:04</strong>
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				The passengers were jostled as the U-Haul rental lumbered down the dirt road, announcing every uneven rut and dip to be found.&nbsp; Randy did not want to think about what it might be doing to what little furniture he owned; none of it was worth much, except maybe the dining room set his parents had left to him.&nbsp; He could hear it sliding around some, but there was nothing he could do now after he refused to pay for the quilted furniture pads. He sighed, thinking that that might have been a bad decision. When he finally turned onto the asphalt road that lead to his new home, he turned and smiled apologetically towards Mrs. Hern. “Sorry Ma’am … I hope that wasn’t too rough for you.” Soon the breaks were squeaking as the truck ground to a halt in front of a rather run down cottage that had definitely seen better times. He saw the current owner, Mr. Price, leaning on the mailbox looking somewhat annoyed … making a point to look at his watch.&nbsp; Randy waved as he cut off the engine and got out of the truck. The two met Mr. Price at the bottom of the steps <br><br>"<em>Isn't this wonderful! Not every day I get to close on a house as pretty as this, and for such a nice young man."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Randy smiled and felt his cheeks flush a bit. “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Hern … it is a nice house,” he replied, glancing at Mr. Price, who did not react at all. As they walked up the steps, Randy wondered what made a man become like Mr. Price.&nbsp; In all their correspondence and meetings over him purchasing this house, Mr. Price never had a good thing to say about it or anything. He just seemed like a bitter old man, and that is what bothered Randy. He imagined that Mr. Price had known a lot of disappointments and setbacks in his life, and he allowed bitterness to take root in his heart … the very thing that Randy was battling. Hell, the reason he was buying the house was to get away from the city … to have a place where he could get a fresh start, to get away from Barry.&nbsp; It still pained him to remember how his trust had been betrayed, how Barry had used him for his cause. And it seemed so right to finally acknowledge to his family and friends that he was gay. Barry told him it would be liberating and that he would be true to himself … and so, reluctantly, Randy agreed. He had always been a follower, and so it was easy to go along with what Barry wanted him to do. Randy really loved Barry. But things did not go so well …<br><br>Finally, the sound of tumbling metal revealed that the door was finally open and they entered his ‘home.’ Randy looked around as he followed Mrs. Hern, giving him a final walk through to demonstrate that nothing in the house had changed. Randy was satisfied. It was not a great home, but it was quaint. And he loved the older style homes. They represented for him a time when life was so much simpler, when people were happier … when love meant something.&nbsp; How he longed to live in such a time! Soon Mr. Price was gone and Mrs. Hern had cut him a piece of pie. “Thank you … it’s delicious!”&nbsp; They exchanged a few more details about the sale, and then she handed him the keys. Randy smiled, and then gave her a hug. “It’s mine now …. It’s my home!”&nbsp; Randy looked around again. It needed a lot of work … some rooms a total renovation. But this was just what he needed to get his mind off all the past failures and disappointments in life, and to start fresh … in his own home.&nbsp; Randy looked at the keys, and smiled and thought, “<em>Not me, Mr. Price … I won’t become like you … not me!</em>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 19:50:30</strong>
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				It took the movers about an hour to place the last box inside. The house had come partially furnished to begin with, some of the original furniture still in place including a worn kitchen table and a queen-sized bed and dresser in the upstairs bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time Randy was alone in the house the weather had started to darken overhead, a sure sign of rain. Something else had started stirring as well...<br><br>Daniel woke, his back against the living room wall. Everything ached and his head was pounding- had he been drinking? There was something he was forgetting, he just knew, but... fuck, Joey! Daniel bolted to his feet, ice water filling his veins. Joey, damn, was he -?<br><br>No. No, that was wrong. Why was he upset? Joey had just gone out to the local market for some food. They were going to have dinner together and then... Daniel grinned. He heard some noises in the kitchen, that had to be Joey now.<br><br>He stopped at the living room mirror, his green-eyed reflection staring back at him. He quickly combed his dirty blonde hair into place with his fingers, just a quick preen before he seduced his boyfriend once more. He was a tall young man, confident with a rakish grin and carefree eyes.<br>&nbsp; <br><em>Hey Babe, how was the store? </em>Daniel leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen where his boyfriend was sitting. Joey was still a little upset over their little impromptu 'vacation'; in truth it was Daniel who had insulted the don of another family and even though he was the son of a mob boss it was decided that he should lay low for awhile. Joey had spent equal parts of the trip berating him for pissing off people who smashed kneecaps for fun, and tied down to their bed screaming his name.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 20:11:26</strong>
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				Randy let out a heavy breath as he plopped down on a chair in the kitchen.&nbsp; The movers were good, unloading the truck in record time. He had played the part of a traffic cop, directing where he wanted each box or piece of furniture. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair, trying to think of what he should do next. The thought of unpacking and setting up his home had seemed so exciting ... but now, it was just work! <br><br>"Okay ... okay ... you don't have to get all of this done today. There is no rush ..." he said to himself, and that seemed to help. Since Barry broke up with him, Randy had no pressure to meet his expectations. His time had unwantedly become his own.&nbsp; He sighed at the memory. He had really tried to be a good companion for him ... let him make all the decisions and be in charge. That really was perfect, since Randy enjoyed doing what he wanted and making him happy ... both in and out of bed. Randy still can't believe that he lost him. It hurt ...<br><br>Suddenly he stood. "Well, I need to return the truck ..." But then he looked outside at the threatening weather. "Fuck me ..." he grumbled. There was no way he would try to return that truck in this weather. Luckily he had the leftover pie from Mrs. Hern ... plus some chips and bottled water. A lean cuisine, but he was not venturing out tonight. He sat back down onto the chair in the kitchen. He took a pad of paper and began to make a list of the things he had to get done, a topic that battled against thoughts of Barry ... he missed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Haunted (Ghostly and kurioustoohear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostly</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 02:35:29</strong>
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				Just as he stepped into the room Joey abrubtly turned away from him, mumbling something about trucks.&nbsp; Joey was ignoring him again. It it was silly and childish, and it was also the one thing that drove Daniel absolutely crazy.<br><br><em>Joey...</em> Daniel heaved a sigh, eyes flicking towards the ceiling in exasperation. He'd seen this before, and Joey wasn't going to come around without a generous amount of groveling. <br><br>Daniel crossed the room and leaned over the table. With a smile he brushed a finger along Joey's jaw, landing on that little spot behind his ear that always left him purring. <em>Tell you what. Tomorrow we go out, just you and me. We can get a packed lunch from that little diner you like, we'll go out on the lake... find a nice quiet spot... and then just imagine what I'd do for you after that.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 11:05:24</strong>
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				After listing some of the obvious things to be done, it dawned on Randy that he couldn't just take the night off. He needed to set up a place to sleep, unless the floor looked inviting. Just then, a cold chill ran along his jaw and past his ear, eliciting an involuntary shiver. He quickly glanced around at the windows and doors, the more obvious sources of any cold drafts in a house. "Well, the floor is definitely out ... even with that hideous carpet" he muttered as he got up from the table and walked to the kitchen window. After inspecting the frame and sill, he shrugged. It seemed tight. Having taken the writing pad with him, he listed "weather stripping" as an item that he needed to purchase.<br><br>Letting out a sigh, he walked up the staircase that seemed to groan under his weight with each step. And then he let out a chuckle. "This place would be perfect for a Halloween 'haunted house' ... complete with creaking steps!" As if on cue, thunder rumbled loudly outside as the wind picked up and howled. "... and the stormy weather!" Randy moved into the bedroom and gathered up the pieces of his disassembled bed. He at least had to put that together if he hoped for a good night's sleep, his first in his brand new 'old' home. 
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