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{ASSM} Eternal Rest - Halloween <*> (mf) Jack



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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades


I wasn't originally going to do a Halloween story. I was too
caught up in some other stories I've been working on, but then I
got blocked and this one came to me. My eternal thanks to Ruthie
for everything, and to you for reading. Turn down the lights,
light some candles, and let your mind wander. Keep a flashlight
handy, you might need it to bop the cat or dog on the snout when
they jump on you at the wrong moment.



Eternal Rest
by Jack of all Trades

It started, as most trouble does when you're a teenager, on a
dare. All Hallow's Eve was approaching and we were studying Poe's
"The Telltale Heart" in Mrs. Peters' English class. English was
fourth period, broken in half by lunch. We usually sat together.
Cal Gaver, Larry Monroe, Eugene "Buck" Talhelm (he hated Eugene
and beat the crap out of anyone who called him that, so we called
him Buck), Molly Vickers, and myself, Doug Newton.

We'd been together since elementary school. Five fast friends,
thick as thieves and close as brothers and a sister since we were
small. We were fifteen and immortal, or so we thought. But now,
looking back on it, nobody is immortal, not even a fifteen year-
old and his friends. Contemplation of mortality isn't for the
young, but they haven't seen what I saw or heard what I heard.
Outwardly, I'm still fifteen. Inwardly, I'm not so sure anymore.

We sat at the lunch table discussing the story. Most of the
stories we had to read for English class were boring, but Poe's
was one that really held our interest. With Halloween
approaching, the macabre was all we thought about. We were above
dressing up and trick-or-treating but not above scaring the
bejeebers out of each other. We talked of scary places and it was
Cal who brought up graveyards. I'd never found them particularly
scary and said so, but the others soon made me admit I'd never
been in one other than in daylight.

"The scariest cemetery around is Eternal Rest," Larry told us.
"The place is a dump, gravestones knocked over, and nobody
bothers with it anymore. I get the creeps anytime I go near it."
There was murmured assent to it being the worst kept up, if not
the scariest.

"It's perfect!" Cal said excitedly. "Look, Halloween is on a
Friday this year. We don't have to get up early for anything or
go to school next day. What do you say we take our sleeping bags
and camp in the graveyard Halloween night? We can sit around and
tell ghost stories and cook marshmallows until we fall asleep.
It'll be great."

"Are you nuts? Nobody camps in a graveyard," I said in a voice a
little louder than I meant to make it. A couple of people at the
table next to ours turned to listen in to our conversation.

"Geez, Doug, announce it to the whole school, why don't you?" Cal
said, glaring at me.

"I'm with Doug on this. Nobody camps in a graveyard," Molly said
quietly. The people at the next table turned back around.

"I think camping in a graveyard is one of those things that
sounds cool, but isn't in reality," Buck said.

Cal grinned slyly. "What's the matter, you guys chicken?" That
simple question shifted the balance from whether it would be a
fun thing to do, to whether we'd be willing to lose face within
our group. There was posturing and cajoling, but even while we
argued the result had already been determined. We were going
camping in a graveyard on Halloween.

We arrived a half-hour before sunset. It had been windy all day
but warmer than expected for the end of October. The weather
reports called for the front to pass sometime during the night,
with no expectations of rain. Cal wanted to camp on top of a
grave but we quickly nixed that idea and found a spot with few
grave markers and the added attraction of an old elm tree that
stubbornly held on to its remaining leaves.

We arranged loose rocks in a small circle to contain the fire,
and filled it with branches from a dead tree that had fallen
over. Before the sun had set we had our fire started. The wood
wasn't seasoned enough to burn cleanly and it popped and
sputtered as the sap boiled out. Molly broke out the marshmallows
and we all made sharp-pointed sticks to cook them on.

Larry decided to tell his ghost story first. It was a lame tale
about a ghost that haunted our town in search of someone new to
take its place. Not much to scare us, but good for a laugh. Buck
rooted around in his sleeping bag and pulled out a six-pack of
beer, flashing us a broad grin. "I snagged some brew from the old
man's stash," he said proudly. He passed the beer around and we
each took one.

The pops of the escaping carbonation as we opened our beers
echoed strangely off the grave markers around us. As we sipped,
Buck used the lull to tell his tale of a ghost that haunted this
cemetery and lured unsuspecting visitors to their doom. Actually
it could have been good if Buck had told it well, but telling
stories was never his strong point. Cal and Larry snickered
during what should have been the scariest parts, and Molly just
giggled. Finally Buck finished the story. Silence. "Well?" Buck
asked.

"It was interesting," Molly said in a way that let you know it
wasn't, but she didn't want to hurt Buck's feelings.

"Geez, Eugene, that was about the worst ghost story ever," Larry
said smiling at him. Buck started for him and Larry took off.

"Yeah, Eugene, it sucked," Cal added. Buck turned to go after Cal
and he took off too. Molly and I could hear them hooting and
hollering as they ran through the graveyard, casting taunts of
'Eugene' every now and then at Buck.

"They'll never grow up," Molly observed.

"Probably not."

"Why didn't you join in?" she asked me.

"Didn't feel like it. You can only get chased so many times by
Buck until it gets old."

"So it's happening to you."

"What is?"

"You're growing up. This stuff seems so childish. Chasing each
other, giving in to dares, camping in a graveyard. It just seems
like something you'd do when you're little, you know?"

I nodded. "So why'd you come?"

"Because we're friends and always did these things together. And
because you'd be here."

"Me?"

She smiled. "Yes, you. I've always felt closest to you, like the
others were friends but we were best friends, you know?"

"Yeah." I did know, I'd thought about being closer to Molly for
some time now, but I knew that once I acted on it, our old
friendships would change. Maybe they'd die or maybe they
wouldn't. It was hard to tell. I probably would have done
something about it if I knew she felt the same way, but I didn't
know until now.

Molly was cute in a tomboyish sort of way. She wasn't the sort of
girl to dress up in frilly things or get all moony-eyed over
something. Jeans and a t-shirt were her normal attire and I
noticed lately that the clothing she wore hugged her body tighter
than it used to. Somewhere between eighth grade and now she'd
developed curves.

We sat and finished our beers. I couldn't hear shouts anymore and
wondered what had happened to Cal, Larry, and Buck. I looked at
Molly. "I guess we better go look for them," she said with a
sigh. We walked away from the campfire and began our search. I
was surprised and a little aroused when Molly took my hand in
hers, linking our fingers together. We wandered around. Once I
hard a twig snap and called out to the guys, but no one answered.
We headed toward the sound.

"Do you think it was them?" Molly asked.

"Probably."

"Why wouldn't they answer?"

"I imagine they're going to scare..."

 From three different directions hideous creatures jumped out at
us, wailing like banshees. Molly screamed in fear. I pulled her
tight into me, trying to protect her. I could feel her trembling
against me in fright. My heart was thumping a mile a minute. The
creatures began to laugh. "Got you good." I recognized Cal's
voice. Molly struggled out of my hold.

"Bastards!" she spat. Buck and Larry found this uproariously
funny and fell to the ground, laughing and clutching their sides.
An opening in the clouds skidded past the full moon and for a few
moments I could see them. They were covered in mud. It was
smeared on their faces, all over their clothes.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"There's a big hill over there," Cal explained. "Buck tackled us
and we rolled down it. Fell into a ditch. We heard you coming and
decided to scare you. Jesus, you must have jumped three feet," he
chortled. Buck and Larry groaned and laughed harder. I could see
rivulets of tears in the mud on their faces just before clouds
obscured the moon again.

Molly tugged at my hand. "C'mon, let's get away from these
jerks." She started walking back to the campsite.

"Hey, don't go away mad," Cal laughed.

"Just go away," Buck and Larry chimed in. Their laughter rang in
our ears as we walked away. When we were far enough away that
they couldn't see us, Molly pulled me in a new direction.

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace they aren't." She led me to a different area of the
cemetery. An old monument loomed out of the darkness. It had a
shoulder around it that was just the right height to sit on.
Molly sat down and I sat beside her. "Do you think of me as more
than a friend, Doug? Like, do you think about me as a woman?"

I was pretty confused. One moment she was so mad I could feel it
coming off her like heat from a radiator, and now she was asking
whether I thought of her as a woman. "I-I don't know. Yeah, I
guess so."

"You guess so?" I could feel the heat of anger coming off her
again, but this time it was directed at me.

"I-I don't know what to say, Molly. I mean, I think about you,
you know? I wonder how you feel about me, whether you'd like me
like a boyfriend, and other stuff."

She relaxed. "What other stuff?"

"Like, like what it would feel like to kiss you," I said, hanging
my head. She leaned into me. Her hand lifted my chin until I was
staring into the biggest, softest, brown doe eyes I'd ever seen.
She pressed her lips, soft and warm, against mine. They seemed to
burn. The heat spread downward through my chest so I almost
couldn't breathe, then spread lower through my stomach and down
between my legs where my penis began to swell in response.

Molly broke the kiss, her face hovering a few inches from mine.
"Was it what you imagined?" she asked in a whisper.

"Better."

She smiled and kissed me again. I felt her tongue press against
my lips and I opened them to allow it inside. Heat like I never
imagined engulfed me. I clutched her to me, feeling like a
drowning man clutching a life preserver. Our tongues moved
together, wrestled for what seemed like hours. We both gasped for
air when we broke the kiss. My lips felt swollen and hot.

"I think about you a lot," she told me. "What it would be like
when I kissed you, although I never imagined doing it in a
cemetery," she laughed. "I wondered what your body would feel
like, how we'd fit together. Ever since Sex Ed in fifth grade,
I've thought about you like that instead of just as a friend."

"I didn't know."

"Now you do."

"Yeah."

"They've had time to get back to the campsite and discover us
missing. They'll sit around expecting us to scare them." She
grabbed my hand and put something in it.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A cherry bomb. I have one too. We sneak up behind them, then
light them and run. It'll scare 'em shitless."

"Yeah, it will," I laughed. "Remind me never to piss you off."

"I doubt I could stay pissed at you for long." She smiled at me,
then kissed me lightly. "For luck," she said. "You sneak around
that way," she pointed toward my right, "and I'll go the other.
I'll get behind the tree. When you're ready, hoot once like an
owl. We'll light them and run."

"Okay." She squeezed my hand, then turned and left.

I snuck back toward where I thought the campsite was, concealing
myself behind markers and monuments. After a few minutes I began
to notice fog rolling in. Perfect. It would help conceal my
movement and deaden the sound. I moved more rapidly, surprised I
hadn't made it back yet, but there was no glow from the campfire.
The fog was getting thicker. I leaned against a tree and tried to
get my bearings.

I looked up, and about 50 feet away, just visible through the
mist, stood Molly in the nude. She was beautiful, perfect, and
almost seemed to glow through the mist. She held her arms out to
me as I walked slowly toward her. As I got closer, each detail of
her body came into focus. Her nipples were large and brown,
crinkled and erect. They stood out almost a half-inch from the
small swells of her breasts. Her pubic hair was brown, matching
the hair on her head. The curls were sparse, not enough to hide
the cleft of her sex. "I want you," she said breathlessly as I
neared her.

I stepped into her embrace, shocked at how cold she was. "Jesus,
Molly, you're freezing!" She hugged me tighter, then released me.

"Make love to me, Doug. Warm me." I began stripping off my
clothes. I was hard as a rock and my erection hampered me as I
struggled out of my clothes. Soon I was as naked as Molly. I
embraced her again. She was cold and I shivered against her. She
guided us to the ground and me into position between her legs.
"Fuck me, Doug. I want you in me." Her hand grasped my cock and I
flinched at the icy touch of her fingers. She aligned me with her
hole, then wrapped her legs around me, arching herself and moving
her hips to seat me inside her. I slid into her depths easily.
She was freezing even there and I felt myself shrinking.

Her tongue traced at my ear as she whispered to me. "I'm so cold,
Doug. Make me hot. Fuck me, baby. Fill me with your cock." I
began moving. Her words inflamed me and stopped the wilting of my
erection. "Oh yes, Doug. Pound me. Fuck me hard." She gave me
little choice, slamming her hips up into mine at a furious pace.
"Oh, your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck me baby, drive it
deep." This was a Molly I'd never seen before, lewd, wanton, a
harlot begging for my cock. I felt my balls tighten as orgasm
approached.

Molly must have felt it too. "Yes, Doug. I want your come. Fill
me with it. Plant your seed in my belly. I need your essence."
The voice was Molly's but the words seemed strange coming from
her. She moaned, writhed, fucking me back like a woman possessed.
The hotter she became, the colder I felt. She screamed, her feet
beating against my ass, her body convulsing beneath me.

Suddenly, her face morphed into a sallow-skinned hag. Her skin
hung slackly, lips black, eyes sunken. They gleamed with a dark
malevolence. Her voice changed to a grating shriek. "Come, boy.
Come now!" I tried to scream but no sound came out. Her legs
locked around me preventing my escape. I grabbed one leg, trying
to pull it away, and pieces of her skin came off in my hand.
"Come! Come!" she chanted. Her body ground against mine, and
something inside her milked at my cock.

I was revolted by her, scared out of my wits, but some things
once started are impossible to stop. I came. She smiled a gap-
toothed smile, lips drawn back from her teeth in a gruesome death
masque. She leaned forward and sank her teeth into my shoulder.
God, the pain! It was hot like all the fires of eternal
damnation, then suddenly cold, freezing, numb.

"You're mine, mine!" she cackled. Flecks of my blood dotted her
lips. I was weak, spent, sick. "You're mine. I've claimed you.
The seed of your death grows within me. Soon it will come to term
and we'll be together for all eternity." She tossed me aside and
disappeared into the mist. I found my voice and screamed.

The next thing I remember was waking in a hospital bed. I was
cold, so cold. I babbled about what happened to me to the nurses,
doctors, and my parents. They smiled indulgently but I could tell
none of them believed it. Eventually I gave up trying.

My friends came to visit me. Molly came once, but I screamed so
loudly and violently they asked her to leave. Tears ran down her
face but she left.

Buck, Larry, and Cal told me this is what happened. They soon
found me passed out, lying on the cold ground in the nude, my
clothes in a haphazard pile beside me. I never opened my eyes,
just mumbled about being cold. When Molly tried to talk to me I
screamed and flailed out, begging my friends to keep her from me.
"She's a ghost or vampire or something undead!" I moaned. Molly
went away and they helped me dress. Then took turns supporting me
as they guided me home. They told my parents what they knew and
left. My parents took me to the hospital where I am now.

It wasn't Molly. I know that now. Poor Molly. What might have
been? What would we have had together? We'll never know.

The coldness grows inside me, like I'm dying from the inside out.
The hag bitch is coming for me. She wants me. At night I can hear
her whispering, calling me to her. "Come, boy. You're mine." Then
the cackling, the horrible shrieking cackling. I see her in my
dreams, her head thrown back in laughter, flecks of saliva and
blood clinging to her lips, and the horrible stench of her
rotting body. I fight her, but soon I'll be too weak to resist.
She haunts me constantly. Eternal Rest, amongst the damned,
awaits me.

ENDS



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Jack of all Trades

E-mail:  jackofalltrades@post.com

My stories can be found at:
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