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Becky smiled, giddy with pure excitement, as Chris pulled up in his black Kia.
"I saw you blow past and tried to flag you down, but I guess you couldn't see me behind the bars. Looked like you were on the phone." Becky shouted towards the open window while hugging the black iron bars from inside the gate.
Chris stepped out of the running car and walked up to the gate.
"Yeah, my mom was on the phone. It was a strange call filled with cats, feline apparel, mom commenting on your great shakes, and dad out chasing pussy. You won't believe the craziest part!"
"There's a crazier part?"
"Mom told me she lived here with your aunt, back in the day!"
Becky's eyes lit up as she grinned,"Well imagine that."
"You don't sound at all surprised. Is there something you aren't telling me?" Chris looked at Becky confused.
"Lots!" Becky replied as they kissed through the iron bars.
Chris got lost in his thoughts after kissing Becky "She's so awesome, maybe short and average build, but seeing her nice round butt, that huge smile on her face, her dimples, the brown hair tickling down her neck past the shoulders, and damn! Those huge heaving breasts! I could just fall into her cleavage right now!"
"Christopher?" Becky paused waiting for a response.
"You do realize I can read your mind?" Becky said, knowing Chris wasn't paying attention.
She looked up at Chris, who was still lost in her boobs, and then down at her own exposed cleavage. Smiling, she pulled her sweater tighter and pressed her chest harder against the bars, exposing more flesh.
"Christopherrrrrrrrrr" Becky said again, with a smirk as she playfully drew out the last part of his name.
Chris snapped out of his daze. The full name treatment usually meant one thing; he was staring again.
"Oops, sorry it's just your boobs are perfect, being mashed through the bars like that," Chris said as he reached up and made playful honka-honka motions at Becky's E sized 'endowments'. They looked at least G sized through the bars.
"Get in the car and drive on up, you boob obsessed bastard, I swear I'm gonna have to find you another fetish." Becky smiled as she bent over and wiggled her ass seductively, then proceeded to walk up to the house.
"Becky, what about the gate?"
"You mean," Becky made an elegant swooping motion with her right arm as she flourished her hand, then winked as the gate opened on its own accord, "that gate?"
Chris's mouth dropped in surprise. Becky laughed at him, "It's magic, powered by your horny desires to get in my bra!"
Looking up with pouty eyes and an innocent child like voice Becky blinked across the driveway at Chris and spoke very slow and seductively, "You do want in my bra, don't you?"
"Well don't you?"
"Well um, I..." Chris stuttered.
"Ha! I'm just messing with you! It's motion sensors you big boob!" she turned and continued up the stone driveway towards the house, laughing all the way.
Chris chuckled uneasily as he drove slowly through the gate towards the house, looking around for any sign of electricity or sensors. He saw none.
Redwell Manor loomed larger and larger as he drove up the drive. Having only seen parts of the house through the trees from the road, he never realized how big it actually was. Ivy crept up the sides of the stone corners of the four-story building. The protruding windows on the top floor looked like 4 dark eyes peering down, as their shutters swayed, weathered, but intact. Chris couldn't shake the eerie feeling that the house was somehow watching him. Not helping that feeling, were the stone statues and marble faces embedded in the masonry.
A stone porch that appeared to wrap around the entire building accented the front. The enormous double sized hard wood doors were impossible to miss; they looked more suited for a castle than a home. Chris chuckled as he noticed the giant knockers on the door, thinking of an old joke.
Surprisingly, the trees and wooded area that shrouded the house in mystery, gave way to wide-open clearings to the side and back of the property, before descending again into dense forest. Chris noticed a few log cabins in the clearing, next to a large pond.
This was not at all what he had imagined. For some reason he was expecting more of a falling apart relic, maybe an old house on the brink of collapse.
"All the stories, the town history, the secrecy; why on earth would this place be kept such a secret? This place is awesome!" he thought as he pulled up to the front steps.
"So, like what you see?" Becky stood leaning into the driver's side window, giving Chris another eye full of cleavage.
"Absolutely!"
"Just wait till I get you inside!" Becky winked.
Chris grabbed a single bag from the passenger seat and a bottle of water then walked up the steps to the front door with Becky. As he reached for the door, Becky grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
"There's one house rule you must always keep." Becky sounded serious.
"And what would that be?"
"Never enter someone else's room without asking permission."
"O.K., that sounds only fair and courteous."
"Seriously, even if the door is open, ask permission before going in. That goes for the house too at the moment, until you have a room of your own."
"So, May I please go inside?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Yes you may." Becky said playfully as she curtseyed.
Chris reached up to open the door, which suddenly swung open on its own.
"Uh oh, this can't be good." thought Becky as she peered inside.
Chris gave Becky a smile, figuring it was another one of her tricks, and stepped across the threshold into the dark room. Immediately a figure lunged at Chris, grabbing him tightly, causing him to spill his water and drop his bag. Surprised, Chris looked down and received a face full of blonde hair, and felt large breasts smashed up against him very tightly. After a few moments of intense squeezing the topless girl looked up into his eyes, disappointed, and then released him.
"Aw boo, you told him the rules, and I was all ready this time. Now I've got to find Josh so I can change for my date tonight." Amanda hefted her breasts up, checking their size.
"Amanda! I can't believe you just tried that with my boyfriend! He's not even moved in yet..."
"Sorry gotta run! Nice meeting you Becky's boyfriend," Amanda giggled, "Come by my room and we'll play sometime!" The topless girl bounced off around a corner.
Becky looked a little upset, but laughed it off as she turned on the lights, which flickered, giving off a glow like candle light. Chris on the other hand was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
"Well I guess you've met Amanda. You've got to watch her. She likes to play tricks. If you don't watch it, you'll be really wrapping your head around it along with the rest of you," Becky playfully warned Chris, knowing he still wasn't paying attention.
Still a little shaken, by both the sudden assault and the idea that a topless blonde was bouncing around the house, Chris took a few moments to catch his breath and take in the room.
It appeared to be a large sitting room with extremely high vaulted ceilings. The entire room, from floor to ceiling, was a dark cherry wood, unlike anything he had ever seen. The antique furnishings were equally impressive, and made from the same kind of wood. The only exceptions were the sofas and chairs, which were upholstered in some sort of dark red leather material. The wood trim had intricate carvings of faces and people, similar to the stone and marble carvings on the outside. In the center of the floor spiraled a series of circles that had REDWELL written in a fancy script multiple times around the circumference.
Becky had disappeared outside for a few moments, so Chris continued to explore. Finding an interesting glass top cabinet, Chris saw what looked like an old photo album inside with the same circular pattern as the floor, except with REDWELL BLACKWELL written around its circumference. Reaching to open the cabinet, he discovered it must be locked, even though he could find no keyhole.
A bit more relaxed, Chris looked up to see Becky come back in, and wondered where she had gone.
"I went outside to see Stacy off. She has work tonight down at 'The Cups'," Becky said before realizing Chris hadn't actually asked her the question yet.
Before Chris could question Becky's response, they heard a girlish scream and muffled voices coming from upstairs.
Running to the bottom of the stairs, they both looked up and could hear Amanda and Josh arguing.
"I found you fair and square! Now hold still!" Amanda shouted excitedly.
Lights began to flicker deep red and pulsate, as Becky and Chris continued to listen in on the argument taking place above them.
"This is going to be great! Wait, What the hell is happening to me!" Josh could be heard in a sudden panic.
"You're the one who bet looser gets in my bra, duh!"
"Get away from me you, you witch! Mmph! mmph!"
"Resistance is futile Josh! You lost, so I get my prize, that's the rule!" Amanda stated very bluntly, as if reading from a rulebook.
After a few more sounds of struggling, the pulsing lights began to slow.
"See! Now you are just the right size!"
"Stop…Squirming…"
"Just let me push you inside and let it happen!"
"YES! That's It!"
Chris and Becky could hear Amanda's moans, echoing down the staircase, as the lights finally returned to normal. Everything was quiet once again.
"How about I just show you to your room and let you get settled in, then we can head over to 'The Cups' and grab some food." Becky said quickly.
"Think Josh may want to join us?" Chris asked wanting to save Josh from whatever Amanda had going on.
"I'm pretty certain he just joined Amanda." Becky fiddled with her bra, hefting her breasts up like Amanda had earlier, and then smiled up at Chris as if he was missing some punch line.
She burst out laughing, "He'll probably be 'HELD UP' all night!"
"You'll get it later, I promise." Becky winked.
"Everybody keeps telling me that." Chris mumbled.
To say the interior of Redwell Manor seemed impossibly big would be an understatement. It was definitely bigger on the inside. Climbing the ornately carved cherry staircase to the second floor, Chris already felt like he had conquered 4 flights of stairs. The halls on the second floor stretched further than should've been possible.
"All the guest rooms are here on the second floor. Since the halls all look the same, we've got cute name tags on the doors to identify our rooms," Becky announced as she pointed out Josh's name on a piece of decorated construction paper in the shape of a race car. In front of the door sat a pile of Josh's clothes, as if they had just fell to the ground. "Should've made his in the shape of a boob," Becky said under her breath.
"What was that?" Chris asked, having heard the word boob, but missing the rest.
"Oh, nothing," Becky said still laughing, thinking about how close Chris had come to experiencing Josh's fate.
"There's an unused room in each hall. Since only 5 people are living here at the moment, everyone gets their own hall. We thought the extra privacy would be nice."
"Wow, what about a bathroom?"
"Good question, each room has its own adjoining toilet and sink, but there are only 3 bathrooms with functioning baths on this floor. 1 of them is cursed, so everyone shares between the 2. They are labelled so you should be fine. Just remember to knock first."
"Cursed? You mean like demon possessed cursed?" Chris laughed.
"I mean, stay out or you might end up with a nasty surprise." Becky said a bit more seriously, "There's a bucket and sponge by the door in case anyone makes the mistake. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"If you really have a bath emergency, I've got a personal room on the third floor with two full bathrooms and even a whirlpool. It's much nicer than any of these. There are a few other special rooms up there for relatives. I stay here on the second floor to be closer to everyone." Becky pointed at a door labelled 'Beck-E' decorated with glitter and cutout stars.
"Um, not to point out the obvious, but why doesn't everyone stay on the third floor?"
"Did you walk up the same stairs I did? The third floor is even further away! Besides, most of those rooms are reserved for family. Mine is fun to hang out in, but nobody wants to walk that far all the time. I've got short legs. They might just fall off if I walked that far too often. You don't want to see my legs fall off... Now do you? ...Well do you?"
"That might actually be cute, you with no legs." Chris said laughing. "I understand, you get tired walking up the stairs. You don't have to make up lame excuses." Chris chuckled.
"Excuse me? You call walking till your legs literally fall off a lame excuse?" Becky said trying to sound serious as she stopped walking then realized what she had said.
Both of them burst out laughing.
Moments later they heard a door slam in the next hall, some shouting, and then rapidly approaching footsteps rounding the corner.
"Out of my way roomies! Left my purse on the fourth floor and my date's in an hour!" Amanda blurted out as she ran bouncing down the hall towards the two.
Chris, more confused than ever, did a double take as Amanda squeezed by with boobs that looked twice as big as they had been earlier. At least this time she was fully clothed. Amanda looked back, smiling mischievously at Chris. "I haven't forgotten about you!" she shouted as she reached the bannister to the stairs.
"Told you so, She'll need to run faster to make it all the way to the fourth floor, and back before her date. Don't know if she can do it with Josh," giggled Becky while shaking her head and smiling at an even more confused Chris.
After turning two corners and a short walk, Becky stopped at an unmarked door.
"So this is it?" Chris looked at the large wooden door, then back at Becky.
Becky handed Chris a 10 page contract in one hand, and a paper cut-out
of a lace bra in the other.
"Sign these and it's yours. Me and Amanda made the name plate just for you," Becky grinned.
"Whoa! Where did all that come from, you don't have any pockets?"
Smiling mysteriously, Becky handed Chris an antique fountain pen.
"This says you agree to follow the house rules. If you break any house rules, you get to enjoy the consequences. Keep the rules, and you partake in the benefits. You take full responsibility for your actions."
"Don't you mean suffer the consequences?"
"Same difference around here." Becky muttered.
"Wait, what exactly are the rules and consequences and who keeps track of this stuff?"
"The standard, be nice or be punished by whoever you wrong. So don't borrow things without permission, don't enter someone's room without permission, stay out of locked things. Respect the wishes of others when you visit their room. If you make an oath, you keep it. You can't force someone to do something they don't want unless it's a punishment, bet, or they give you permission. You can't reveal house secrets to strangers unless you have permission. The house knows."
"Oh and fair warning, Punishment can be anything, depends on who's punishing you. Each screw up adds a day to your sentence."
"That sounds simple enough, and a little overkill on the creepy," Chris laughed as he signed the contract and then the sign for his door and handed them both back to Becky.
Sticking the sign to the door, the lights pulsed red again, as did Chris's name. The door to the room gave off a slight white glow and bulged outward, as Chris's legs grew weak momentarily, causing him to stumble forward.
"Whoa, I felt dizzy for a moment, must have been something with the lights." Chris stammered as he regained his composure.
Becky wondered why Chris was weakened. The lights were normal, indicating new blood in the well, but the weakness was something she had never seen. If anything, new guests normally felt a surge of power from entering the well, not drained by it. She figured it wasn't important, and would ask aunt Rose about it on her next visit.
Pushing the thought from her head, she smiled up at her boyfriend, eyes twinkling in pure delight, "Ready to be amazed?"
Chris smiled back, "Sure I guess."
Becky reached into her cleavage and pulled out an antique skeleton key and handed it to Chris.
"It's your room, you do the honors."
Chris inserted the key and rotated it. Hearing the lock unlatch, he twisted the knob and opened the door to a pitch black room. Stepping inside and fumbling for the light switch, the lights crackled on and he turned to face his new room, unprepared for the sight.
Eyes wide open in sheer shock, "This place is huge!"
Chris immediately ran shouting and jumped onto the King sized antique canopy bed, tossing his bag to the floor.
Looking around, the room felt bigger than the first floor of his parents' home. Fully furnished in the same antique cherry furniture as downstairs, the carvings of people, creatures, and faces, still seemed a bit creepy on everything, but gave the old hardwood pieces a unique character. Bookcases adorned the walls with what appeared to be very old antique books.
A walk in closet and dressing room sat to the right. A large bathroom, minus the bath, connected to the dressing room. At the far end was a sitting area with loveseat, sofa and chairs for guests. Huge crimson and gold blackout curtains adorned the wall next to the sitting area. Throwing open the privacy curtains, light poured in from the setting sun. From the window Chris could see the pond and cabins in the back that he had noticed driving up, and a swimming pool down below that he had missed.
"Hello? Christopher! May I come in?" he heard Becky shouting from the hall.
"I thought you were right behind me. Yes! Come in!" Chris replied.
Becky came in and sat down on the love seat smiling, while Chris spent the next 30 minutes thoroughly inspecting every part of the room. He finally came over and sat next to her, completely exhausted, and convinced it was all real.
"This is amazing!" Chris gasped as he grabbed Becky and kissed her full on the lips.
"The room, the second floor, it's bigger on the inside! How is this even possible?" Chris asked.
"Magic." Becky simply replied.
Chris looked deep into Becky's eyes, feeling the dizziness from earlier return, as he collapsed with a dark red glow, into her lap.
Becky's eyes shot wide open in panic, as she grabbed his unresponsive body. Shaking, Becky pleaded, "Chris wake up!".
"Oh crap, that really shouldn't have happened. That's never happened," Becky thought to herself with real fear.
"The well is safe, it must be..." she mumbled out loud, thinking about something her aunt once told her.
No one replied back.
"You don't sound at all surprised. Is there something you aren't telling me?" Chris looked at Becky confused.
"Lots!" Becky replied as they kissed through the iron bars.
Chris got lost in his thoughts after kissing Becky "She's so awesome, maybe short and average build, but seeing her nice round butt, that huge smile on her face, her dimples, the brown hair tickling down her neck past the shoulders, and damn! Those huge heaving breasts! I could just fall into her cleavage right now!"
"Christopher?" Becky paused waiting for a response.
"You do realize I can read your mind?" Becky said, knowing Chris wasn't paying attention.
She looked up at Chris, who was still lost in her boobs, and then down at her own exposed cleavage. Smiling, she pulled her sweater tighter and pressed her chest harder against the bars, exposing more flesh.
"Christopherrrrrrrrrr" Becky said again, with a smirk as she playfully drew out the last part of his name.
Chris snapped out of his daze. The full name treatment usually meant one thing; he was staring again.
"Oops, sorry it's just your boobs are perfect, being mashed through the bars like that," Chris said as he reached up and made playful honka-honka motions at Becky's E sized 'endowments'. They looked at least G sized through the bars.
"Get in the car and drive on up, you boob obsessed bastard, I swear I'm gonna have to find you another fetish." Becky smiled as she bent over and wiggled her ass seductively, then proceeded to walk up to the house.
"Becky, what about the gate?"
"You mean," Becky made an elegant swooping motion with her right arm as she flourished her hand, then winked as the gate opened on its own accord, "that gate?"
Chris's mouth dropped in surprise. Becky laughed at him, "It's magic, powered by your horny desires to get in my bra!"
Looking up with pouty eyes and an innocent child like voice Becky blinked across the driveway at Chris and spoke very slow and seductively, "You do want in my bra, don't you?"
"Well don't you?"
"Well um, I..." Chris stuttered.
"Ha! I'm just messing with you! It's motion sensors you big boob!" she turned and continued up the stone driveway towards the house, laughing all the way.
Chris chuckled uneasily as he drove slowly through the gate towards the house, looking around for any sign of electricity or sensors. He saw none.
Redwell Manor loomed larger and larger as he drove up the drive. Having only seen parts of the house through the trees from the road, he never realized how big it actually was. Ivy crept up the sides of the stone corners of the four-story building. The protruding windows on the top floor looked like 4 dark eyes peering down, as their shutters swayed, weathered, but intact. Chris couldn't shake the eerie feeling that the house was somehow watching him. Not helping that feeling, were the stone statues and marble faces embedded in the masonry.
A stone porch that appeared to wrap around the entire building accented the front. The enormous double sized hard wood doors were impossible to miss; they looked more suited for a castle than a home. Chris chuckled as he noticed the giant knockers on the door, thinking of an old joke.
Surprisingly, the trees and wooded area that shrouded the house in mystery, gave way to wide-open clearings to the side and back of the property, before descending again into dense forest. Chris noticed a few log cabins in the clearing, next to a large pond.
This was not at all what he had imagined. For some reason he was expecting more of a falling apart relic, maybe an old house on the brink of collapse.
"All the stories, the town history, the secrecy; why on earth would this place be kept such a secret? This place is awesome!" he thought as he pulled up to the front steps.
"So, like what you see?" Becky stood leaning into the driver's side window, giving Chris another eye full of cleavage.
"Absolutely!"
"Just wait till I get you inside!" Becky winked.
Chris grabbed a single bag from the passenger seat and a bottle of water then walked up the steps to the front door with Becky. As he reached for the door, Becky grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
"There's one house rule you must always keep." Becky sounded serious.
"And what would that be?"
"Never enter someone else's room without asking permission."
"O.K., that sounds only fair and courteous."
"Seriously, even if the door is open, ask permission before going in. That goes for the house too at the moment, until you have a room of your own."
"So, May I please go inside?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Yes you may." Becky said playfully as she curtseyed.
Chris reached up to open the door, which suddenly swung open on its own.
"Uh oh, this can't be good." thought Becky as she peered inside.
Chris gave Becky a smile, figuring it was another one of her tricks, and stepped across the threshold into the dark room. Immediately a figure lunged at Chris, grabbing him tightly, causing him to spill his water and drop his bag. Surprised, Chris looked down and received a face full of blonde hair, and felt large breasts smashed up against him very tightly. After a few moments of intense squeezing the topless girl looked up into his eyes, disappointed, and then released him.
"Aw boo, you told him the rules, and I was all ready this time. Now I've got to find Josh so I can change for my date tonight." Amanda hefted her breasts up, checking their size.
"Amanda! I can't believe you just tried that with my boyfriend! He's not even moved in yet..."
"Sorry gotta run! Nice meeting you Becky's boyfriend," Amanda giggled, "Come by my room and we'll play sometime!" The topless girl bounced off around a corner.
Becky looked a little upset, but laughed it off as she turned on the lights, which flickered, giving off a glow like candle light. Chris on the other hand was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
"Well I guess you've met Amanda. You've got to watch her. She likes to play tricks. If you don't watch it, you'll be really wrapping your head around it along with the rest of you," Becky playfully warned Chris, knowing he still wasn't paying attention.
Still a little shaken, by both the sudden assault and the idea that a topless blonde was bouncing around the house, Chris took a few moments to catch his breath and take in the room.
It appeared to be a large sitting room with extremely high vaulted ceilings. The entire room, from floor to ceiling, was a dark cherry wood, unlike anything he had ever seen. The antique furnishings were equally impressive, and made from the same kind of wood. The only exceptions were the sofas and chairs, which were upholstered in some sort of dark red leather material. The wood trim had intricate carvings of faces and people, similar to the stone and marble carvings on the outside. In the center of the floor spiraled a series of circles that had REDWELL written in a fancy script multiple times around the circumference.
Becky had disappeared outside for a few moments, so Chris continued to explore. Finding an interesting glass top cabinet, Chris saw what looked like an old photo album inside with the same circular pattern as the floor, except with REDWELL BLACKWELL written around its circumference. Reaching to open the cabinet, he discovered it must be locked, even though he could find no keyhole.
A bit more relaxed, Chris looked up to see Becky come back in, and wondered where she had gone.
"I went outside to see Stacy off. She has work tonight down at 'The Cups'," Becky said before realizing Chris hadn't actually asked her the question yet.
Before Chris could question Becky's response, they heard a girlish scream and muffled voices coming from upstairs.
Running to the bottom of the stairs, they both looked up and could hear Amanda and Josh arguing.
"I found you fair and square! Now hold still!" Amanda shouted excitedly.
Lights began to flicker deep red and pulsate, as Becky and Chris continued to listen in on the argument taking place above them.
"This is going to be great! Wait, What the hell is happening to me!" Josh could be heard in a sudden panic.
"You're the one who bet looser gets in my bra, duh!"
"Get away from me you, you witch! Mmph! mmph!"
"Resistance is futile Josh! You lost, so I get my prize, that's the rule!" Amanda stated very bluntly, as if reading from a rulebook.
After a few more sounds of struggling, the pulsing lights began to slow.
"See! Now you are just the right size!"
"Stop…Squirming…"
"Just let me push you inside and let it happen!"
"YES! That's It!"
Chris and Becky could hear Amanda's moans, echoing down the staircase, as the lights finally returned to normal. Everything was quiet once again.
"How about I just show you to your room and let you get settled in, then we can head over to 'The Cups' and grab some food." Becky said quickly.
"Think Josh may want to join us?" Chris asked wanting to save Josh from whatever Amanda had going on.
"I'm pretty certain he just joined Amanda." Becky fiddled with her bra, hefting her breasts up like Amanda had earlier, and then smiled up at Chris as if he was missing some punch line.
She burst out laughing, "He'll probably be 'HELD UP' all night!"
"You'll get it later, I promise." Becky winked.
"Everybody keeps telling me that." Chris mumbled.
To say the interior of Redwell Manor seemed impossibly big would be an understatement. It was definitely bigger on the inside. Climbing the ornately carved cherry staircase to the second floor, Chris already felt like he had conquered 4 flights of stairs. The halls on the second floor stretched further than should've been possible.
"All the guest rooms are here on the second floor. Since the halls all look the same, we've got cute name tags on the doors to identify our rooms," Becky announced as she pointed out Josh's name on a piece of decorated construction paper in the shape of a race car. In front of the door sat a pile of Josh's clothes, as if they had just fell to the ground. "Should've made his in the shape of a boob," Becky said under her breath.
"What was that?" Chris asked, having heard the word boob, but missing the rest.
"Oh, nothing," Becky said still laughing, thinking about how close Chris had come to experiencing Josh's fate.
"There's an unused room in each hall. Since only 5 people are living here at the moment, everyone gets their own hall. We thought the extra privacy would be nice."
"Wow, what about a bathroom?"
"Good question, each room has its own adjoining toilet and sink, but there are only 3 bathrooms with functioning baths on this floor. 1 of them is cursed, so everyone shares between the 2. They are labelled so you should be fine. Just remember to knock first."
"Cursed? You mean like demon possessed cursed?" Chris laughed.
"I mean, stay out or you might end up with a nasty surprise." Becky said a bit more seriously, "There's a bucket and sponge by the door in case anyone makes the mistake. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"If you really have a bath emergency, I've got a personal room on the third floor with two full bathrooms and even a whirlpool. It's much nicer than any of these. There are a few other special rooms up there for relatives. I stay here on the second floor to be closer to everyone." Becky pointed at a door labelled 'Beck-E' decorated with glitter and cutout stars.
"Um, not to point out the obvious, but why doesn't everyone stay on the third floor?"
"Did you walk up the same stairs I did? The third floor is even further away! Besides, most of those rooms are reserved for family. Mine is fun to hang out in, but nobody wants to walk that far all the time. I've got short legs. They might just fall off if I walked that far too often. You don't want to see my legs fall off... Now do you? ...Well do you?"
"That might actually be cute, you with no legs." Chris said laughing. "I understand, you get tired walking up the stairs. You don't have to make up lame excuses." Chris chuckled.
"Excuse me? You call walking till your legs literally fall off a lame excuse?" Becky said trying to sound serious as she stopped walking then realized what she had said.
Both of them burst out laughing.
Moments later they heard a door slam in the next hall, some shouting, and then rapidly approaching footsteps rounding the corner.
"Out of my way roomies! Left my purse on the fourth floor and my date's in an hour!" Amanda blurted out as she ran bouncing down the hall towards the two.
Chris, more confused than ever, did a double take as Amanda squeezed by with boobs that looked twice as big as they had been earlier. At least this time she was fully clothed. Amanda looked back, smiling mischievously at Chris. "I haven't forgotten about you!" she shouted as she reached the bannister to the stairs.
"Told you so, She'll need to run faster to make it all the way to the fourth floor, and back before her date. Don't know if she can do it with Josh," giggled Becky while shaking her head and smiling at an even more confused Chris.
After turning two corners and a short walk, Becky stopped at an unmarked door.
"So this is it?" Chris looked at the large wooden door, then back at Becky.
Becky handed Chris a 10 page contract in one hand, and a paper cut-out
of a lace bra in the other.
"Sign these and it's yours. Me and Amanda made the name plate just for you," Becky grinned.
"Whoa! Where did all that come from, you don't have any pockets?"
Smiling mysteriously, Becky handed Chris an antique fountain pen.
"This says you agree to follow the house rules. If you break any house rules, you get to enjoy the consequences. Keep the rules, and you partake in the benefits. You take full responsibility for your actions."
"Don't you mean suffer the consequences?"
"Same difference around here." Becky muttered.
"Wait, what exactly are the rules and consequences and who keeps track of this stuff?"
"The standard, be nice or be punished by whoever you wrong. So don't borrow things without permission, don't enter someone's room without permission, stay out of locked things. Respect the wishes of others when you visit their room. If you make an oath, you keep it. You can't force someone to do something they don't want unless it's a punishment, bet, or they give you permission. You can't reveal house secrets to strangers unless you have permission. The house knows."
"Oh and fair warning, Punishment can be anything, depends on who's punishing you. Each screw up adds a day to your sentence."
"That sounds simple enough, and a little overkill on the creepy," Chris laughed as he signed the contract and then the sign for his door and handed them both back to Becky.
Sticking the sign to the door, the lights pulsed red again, as did Chris's name. The door to the room gave off a slight white glow and bulged outward, as Chris's legs grew weak momentarily, causing him to stumble forward.
"Whoa, I felt dizzy for a moment, must have been something with the lights." Chris stammered as he regained his composure.
Becky wondered why Chris was weakened. The lights were normal, indicating new blood in the well, but the weakness was something she had never seen. If anything, new guests normally felt a surge of power from entering the well, not drained by it. She figured it wasn't important, and would ask aunt Rose about it on her next visit.
Pushing the thought from her head, she smiled up at her boyfriend, eyes twinkling in pure delight, "Ready to be amazed?"
Chris smiled back, "Sure I guess."
Becky reached into her cleavage and pulled out an antique skeleton key and handed it to Chris.
"It's your room, you do the honors."
Chris inserted the key and rotated it. Hearing the lock unlatch, he twisted the knob and opened the door to a pitch black room. Stepping inside and fumbling for the light switch, the lights crackled on and he turned to face his new room, unprepared for the sight.
Eyes wide open in sheer shock, "This place is huge!"
Chris immediately ran shouting and jumped onto the King sized antique canopy bed, tossing his bag to the floor.
Looking around, the room felt bigger than the first floor of his parents' home. Fully furnished in the same antique cherry furniture as downstairs, the carvings of people, creatures, and faces, still seemed a bit creepy on everything, but gave the old hardwood pieces a unique character. Bookcases adorned the walls with what appeared to be very old antique books.
A walk in closet and dressing room sat to the right. A large bathroom, minus the bath, connected to the dressing room. At the far end was a sitting area with loveseat, sofa and chairs for guests. Huge crimson and gold blackout curtains adorned the wall next to the sitting area. Throwing open the privacy curtains, light poured in from the setting sun. From the window Chris could see the pond and cabins in the back that he had noticed driving up, and a swimming pool down below that he had missed.
"Hello? Christopher! May I come in?" he heard Becky shouting from the hall.
"I thought you were right behind me. Yes! Come in!" Chris replied.
Becky came in and sat down on the love seat smiling, while Chris spent the next 30 minutes thoroughly inspecting every part of the room. He finally came over and sat next to her, completely exhausted, and convinced it was all real.
"This is amazing!" Chris gasped as he grabbed Becky and kissed her full on the lips.
"The room, the second floor, it's bigger on the inside! How is this even possible?" Chris asked.
"Magic." Becky simply replied.
Chris looked deep into Becky's eyes, feeling the dizziness from earlier return, as he collapsed with a dark red glow, into her lap.
Becky's eyes shot wide open in panic, as she grabbed his unresponsive body. Shaking, Becky pleaded, "Chris wake up!".
"Oh crap, that really shouldn't have happened. That's never happened," Becky thought to herself with real fear.
"The well is safe, it must be..." she mumbled out loud, thinking about something her aunt once told her.
"He's not a threat!" Becky shouted towards ceiling as if pleading with the house. In tears, she shouted repeatedly towards the carvings that adorned the furniture around the room, "He's not a threat! He's not a threat!"
No one replied back.