The House on Hangman's Hill

 

By Cheeya

 

 

Disclaimer: These are my characters. I kinda like them so keep your mitts off! <grin>

Sex/Language: Yep, both and detailed in here. Hope you enjoy!

Dedication: This is a special spooky story for Halloween and I dedicate it to LB Anderson, a fellow bard whom I consider a friend. Thanks for inviting me to write for you!

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In Every Woman's Life, There Comes a Time...

 

 

"Pshaw... It's not that scary!" Perching her hands on slender hips, Tamara gazed up at the old House on Hangman's Hill. Overhead, lightening arced through the sky, separating light from dark in a brilliant display of violence and beauty. Thunder followed with a startling boom, sending a shiver through Tamara's best friend and widening her eyes to an almost comic degree.

 

"Um... Tam?"

 

Smiling blue eyes turned Leah's way. "Yeah?"

 

"We're not seriously going up there, are we?" The younger girl shuddered and ran a hand nervously through her blonde hair.

 

Tamara smiled that wicked grin of hers and nodded her dark head. "C'mon, Shorty, are you a woman or a mouse? You're seventeen now. You can't bale on the dare."

 

"But..." Leah paused, torn between not wanting to go up the House on Hangman's Hill and not wanting her friend to think she was a chicken. It was Halloween, Tamara's eighteenth birthday, and the taller girl was making her go through with a dare they'd made as children that the other wouldn't ever go up there.

 

In a way, it was funny. Every Halloween, since they were ten, they'd stood at this very spot in front of the gate of the house. But they had yet to go through with it, deciding every year to wait until the next to test their metal against the House on Hangman's Hill.

 

Another flash of lightening lit up frightened green eyes as they peered through the fog at the dark, spooky outline of the old property. "Alright," Leah finally sighed, resigned to her fate. "I don't believe in ghosts. I'll go up there."

 

Tamara smiled broadly and wrapped a long arm around her friend's shoulders, pulling her closer to kiss her temple. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. You're the only person who never has."

 

With a soft laugh, the blonde girl blushed slightly and once again peered toward the house. "Remember," she stated. "One sign of anything and we're outta there, ok?"

 

Tamara nodded solemnly. "I promise we'll leave at the first sign of anything."

 

Leah took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, looking inside for the courage to let her put one foot in front of the other but she suddenly found it in the strangest place. Warm fingers curled around and then laced through hers and her dark companion's thumb ran over her skin. "Don't worry," Tamara softly soothed. "I won't let anything happen to you."

 

For a moment, looking into her best friend's eyes, Leah felt a stirring in her guts. It was something new and exciting and adrenaline began to pump furiously through her body, making her shiver slightly and urging her to act. Tamara smiled and stepped through the gate, gently tugging her friend along with her.

 

The path, cracked and overgrown with weeds, made the girls step carefully as they made their way slowly up the hill. Tall, leafless trees lined the walkway and, to Leah's horror, a short row of headstones indicated that they were passing a small cemetery. She gripped Tamara's hand and huddled closer to her until they'd passed the graves, then let a relieved breath out.

 

The dark girl chuckled softly. "It's alright," she murmured. "They can't hurt you now."

 

"Can you be sure of that?" the blonde girl grumbled. "I don't think it's the living we have to worry about up here, Tam."

 

Blue eyes flashed with the bolt of lightening. "Thought you didn't believe in ghosts, Leah."

 

Leah opened her mouth to speak but a sudden movement startled a yell out of her. She grabbed Tamara around the waist and buried her face in the taller girl's chest. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that?!" From her position pressed tightly against Tamara, she could feel the rapid tattoo of her heart and realised that the taller girl was probably as scared as she was.

 

"I... I dunno. I think it was a bird."

 

Leah eased away from her friend and laced their fingers together again. "I'm really not sure if this is a good idea."

 

"We can't quit now," the dark girl replied. "We're almost there."

 

They had reached the end of the path and were now faced with a long set of steps up to the front porch of the house. The building itself was derelict and, from where they stood, they could see rotting timber beams hanging from the porch roof.

 

Everyone in town knew the story of the House on Hangman's Hill. It had all started back in the sixteen hundreds when, after a trial, justice had been found at the end of a hangman's noose. The house had been built on the site where a tree had stood... a tree from which hundreds of men and women had lost their lives through strangulation. Leah could almost hear the words in her head...

 

... And you shall hang by the neck until you are dead... dead... dead...

 

In eighteen-thirty, after the tree had been removed from the site, a rich man from another town, who'd fallen in love with the view from the top of Hangman's Hill, had built the house. It had taken nine years to complete the mansion-like structure but John Hugh Corrigan hadn't lived to enjoy the fruits of his labour. Three days after moving into the house, he'd been found dead in his front study after a mirror had fallen from the wall and a large piece of glass had sliced his head clean off his shoulders. His widow, unable to live in the house without her husband, had moved away and sold the property to a man of great wealth. That man too had been found dead, the apparent victim of a freak accident, in the front study of the house. And so it had continued for another three owners until the house was finally declared evil and boarded up by a small group of men brave enough to go up there.

 

And now Leah and Tamara were slowly climbing the steps to the House on Hangman's Hill.

 

"You know," Tamara commented. "If anything happens to us, no one would even think of looking up here for us."

 

Shooting her friend a hard look, Leah punched her lightly in the arm. "Thanks, that does crap all for my confidence."

 

"Sorry," the dark girl chuckled. "But think of it this way. At least we'd die together."

 

"TAMARA! Cut that shit out!"

 

Blue eyes twinkled. "Sorry." Finally clearing the last step, the two girls moved onto the porch. "You saw the Blair Witch Project, right?"

 

"I swear to God, Tam," the blonde girl threatened, pointing her finger at her friend. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna kill you myself!"

 

"Ooooh... I'm scared," Tamara teased and Leah couldn't help but grin at her best friend. "Alright, Shorty, I'll stop."

 

Silence fell around them then, save for the chirping of crickets and the eerie hooting of a nearby owl. The wind whistled through the eaves of the old house before swooping down and rattling the shutters by which the two girls stood. "So... wh-what now?" Leah nervously asked.

 

Tamara was smiling and the blonde girl wondered why. "Now... we go inside."

 

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Leah almost yelled. "I'm not going into that house, Tamara!"

 

"Sshh," the dark girl softly replied. "It's ok. It's safe for us in there."

 

"What do you mean it's..." The blonde girl's words were cut off as Tamara's hands cupped her face and the softest lips she'd ever felt pressed against hers.

 

For a moment, Leah froze with shock. Then she realised that Tamara was kissing her and the knowledge sent a burning sensation through her that rocked her to her very core. The dark girl's tongue brushed over her lips and without conscious thought, they parted to grant access. A moan surfaced and Tamara deepened the kiss causing it's twin to rumble from her own chest.

 

Overhead, lightening flashed and thunder crashed but it all faded out as the kiss turned passionate. Leah thought her heart would thunder out of her chest as she felt her friend's hand slip under her shirt to cup her breast and tease her nipple to hardness. Oh... God..." she gasped. "What... are you doing?"

 

Gentle, rhythmic squeezes to the swollen bud were her answer and she tipped her head back as talented lips moved down her neck. She was completely unable to stop another moan from escaping her. Tamara's tongue ran the length of her throat and Leah felt a throbbing sensation begin between her legs that she'd never experienced before. It started in her clit and moved outward until she was gasping for breath and felt as if her whole body was thrumming with energy.

 

"I want you," Tamara growled, the huskiness of her voice fuelling Leah's desire until the blonde girl thought she might just explode from pleasure. "Oh, you'll be exploding soon enough," the dark girl chuckled wickedly. Gently pushing her friend back against the hall door of the house, Tamara opened Leah's jeans and pulled them down, releasing the musky sent of the younger girl's desire to her sensitive nose. She inhaled deeply as she moved onto her knees and, before the blonde had a chance to say a word, the dark girl's tongue entered her slowly and deeply.

 

A cry of pleasure erupted from Leah's throat and her hips jerked forward in reaction to the sensations coursing through her. "Oh God!" Somehow, her fingers found their way into thick, silky locks and she pressed herself closer to her friend's face, craving the touch like nothing before. Then Tamara's fingers were inside her and her knees almost buckled when the dark girls lips closed around her swollen clit and began to suck.

 

And then it happened.

 

It began as a small shudder... then a jolt of surprise that ran through her body...

 

Then Tamara's teeth raked over her clit and she exploded into pleasure, a scream wrenching itself from her chest as her orgasm filled her very being and then ripped it apart, only to throw it back together again in a mix of emotion and exquisite sensation. Leah's body jerked again and again until the pleasure faded away, leaving her floating on a sea of awe and wonder. Her arms were hanging limply by her sides now and she wondered in a haze of thought if she'd actually be able to stay standing. "God..."

 

A soft chuckle suddenly caught the blonde's attention and she realised that Tamara was now standing in front of her, her eyes closed as she licked her lips. "I'm sorry," the dark girl replied. "He can't help you now."

 

"What..." Puzzled, Leah reached out and placed a hand on her friend's arm. "Tamara, are you ok?"

 

The dark girl's eyes snapped open to reveal yellow irises that glowed in the light of the moon and her smile broadened to reveal elongated teeth that sent a wave of terror through the blonde girl.

 

Leah was too frightened to even scream and, when the door opened behind her to reveal several more pairs of yellow eyes and long, clawed hands yanked her into the house by her beautiful blonde hair, Tamara tutted softly. "You were right, my Darling Leah, it's not the living you have to fear..."

 

A soft chuckle followed the tall dark girl into the house. The only sound left behind was the loud slamming of the hall door of the House on Hangman's Hill.

 

The End