"Who's there?" Dave screamed through the door.
A voice from the other side of the door replied, "We are here to save you from hell and point you in the direction of God."
"Well you can fuck off right out of here. Can't you hear that I am in the middle of fucking my gal?" Jennifer let out a loud moan followed by an even louder groan.
Dave kept looking through the peek hole and could see one of the guys turn red with embarrassment. Both guys turned and walked away with out saying another word.
"Shit! That was close."
Dave looked down at his tired and aching body, it was a mess. Dirt and blood splatters encrusted nearly his entire body. He thought about taking a shower but decided against it. His dream had really given him the willies.
I think we better get out of this place. Dave gathered up a sports bag from John's room and filled it with cans from the pantry remembering to grab the can opener from the kitchen table. He searched the kitchen drawers and found some cutlery and a box of candles, which he also tossed into the bag. On top of the fridge he had earlier noticed a bowl full of matchbooks. He scooped out a good handful and dumped them into the bag. He zippered the bag up and left it on the kitchen bench. Scooting around the house and garage he scrounged up any thing else that could come in useful. By the time he had finished the kitchen bench was hidden. He had a couple of sleeping bags, an assortment of knives, an axe, the hunting bow and arrows, the shotgun and a box of cartridges, the pistol and a box of bullets, a couple of flashlights, a Coleman lantern and gas cylinder, some odd lengths of ropes in varying thicknesses and the half used roll of duct tape. Then he waited for nightfall to make the trip.
Dave backed the pick-up into the garage and closed the garage door. He loaded his gear into the back and noticed that he still had Trish's pack in there. He grabbed Jennifer's bag and belongings off of the workbench and threw them along with a hammer and a box of galvanised nails into the rear.
Dave untied the ropes from around Jennifer's shoulders and lowered her down to the floor. Jennifer's knees gave way and she collapsed into a pile on the floor. Dave left her there for a few minutes while he continued to load an assortment of other stuff into the Chevy, shovels, pick axes, bolt cutters, pliers and the like. He quickly scuttled into the kitchen and returned with half a dozen bottles of wine and a couple of bottles of spirits. He picked up Jennifer and held her until she was steady on her feet. He draped the bathrobe over her aching shoulders and led her to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and helped her get into the cab. Dave closed the door and walked around the driver's side and got in. He pressed the little magic button, the roller door opened and then they were away. He closed the roller door behind them.
It felt good to Dave to be away from the house, away from John. But it wouldn't be for long. Dave had planned to return in a couple of days and give the house a bit of a tidy up. But he would wait until they had settled into their new abode.
The night air was refreshingly cool as Dave drove through town and headed south on Old Pemberville Road. He would continue on this road until he reached the junction of Barker Road about 5 miles out of town. Then it was a further 2 miles to the old abandoned farmhouse.
Dave reached the gate at the front of the old desolate property. It was chained and locked. The chain was old and rusted, which Dave thought was a good sign. It showed that no one had been to the place for a long time and that he was almost assured of no visitors. The old farmhouse was set back about 700 yards from the road and was behind a stall of pine trees. Dave couldn't see the house from the gate or road. He gabbed the bolt cutters from the rear of the pick-up and cut through the chain, the lock and chain fell to the ground. He swung the gate open and drove though the opening. He got out and closed the gate. Dave was now wishing that he had brought a spare lock with him so that he could relock the gate behind them. That would definitely stop anyone from poking around. He decided that he would grab one from the hardware store when he next made a trip into town.
The headlights of the pick-up lit up the overgrown track as it meandered its way through the pine trees and towards the old farmhouse. The track was that badly overgrown, that at one stage Dave had to get out of the vehicle and search for signs of the old track. Eventually the headlights shone a beam of golden light across the front of the decrepit building.
The building appeared to be no more than a cottage with a porch out the front. The walls were clad in wooden planks, which looked like they had been painted brown a couple of centuries ago, but now were flecked with a silvery grey in the lights of the Chevy. The roof was a rusty colour, probably made from corrugated iron. There were a few windows that were still intact but the majority were shattered. Leaving a dark emptiness in their place. Dave parked the pick-up at the bottom of the stairs, which led up onto the porch.
Dave got out of the car and walked to the rear of the Chevy, he opened the canopy and pulled out a length of thin rope. It was somewhat like a clothesline. He searched through the other gear until he found a flashlight. Dave opened the passenger door and tied the rope around Jennifer's neck the other end he fastened around his own waist. The rope was just long enough to leave about a five-foot gap between the two of them. Dave flicked the switch on the flashlight and shone its bright beam at the stairs to the porch.
At the top of the flight Dave encountered the front door, he turned the brass knob but it was locked. With a quick barge of his shoulder the doorframe splintered and he tumbled onto the wooden floorboards beyond its threshold, dragging Jennifer on top of him. He could feel the softness of her breasts pushing into the small of his back. There was a stirring in groin area.
"Cut it out, plenty of time for that later." He told himself.
They climbed back to their feet. Dave spun the beam of light backwards and forwards around the room his head following its brightness as if it were joined to the flashlight. The cottage was no more than one large room, a kitchen with a cast iron wood burner stove in one corner. An old double bed with a rusty steel frame sat in the other corner. The other end of the cottage had a large wooden table with four rickety chairs around it and a brick fireplace.
"Nice and cosy, hey Hun?"
Dave pulled Jennifer closer by the leash around her neck, and then pulled off the tape that had been covering her mouth. Jennifer let out a scream as the tape lifted from her skin.
"You can scream all you like here. There's no one close enough to hear you. It is a good couple of miles to the nearest house."
"What are you going to do to me?" Jennifer pleaded.
"Nothing, I thought that you needed to get away from the house. Can't have you just hanging around doing nothing all your life. They reckon a change is as good as a holiday. So we might as well treat it like we are on holidays."