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The Guide - A Halloween Story

by The Technician

Halloween, Fantasy, Ghost, Public Nakedness, Public Orgasm

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A TV show host discovers the truth about "The Guide." 

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
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depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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Edwina Barrington looked directly into the camera as the theme music
slowly faded away and intoned, "Tonight's episode of Paranormal
Investigators is very special to me for several reasons. First of all,
it is Halloween night, and that makes any paranormal investigation
special. But secondly and much more importantly for me, this is the
site and the phenomenon that began it all for me. This is where I
first became interested in the paranormal. We are in my home town, and
tonight we shall investigate `The Guide.'"

The camera pulled back to show her standing in a small grotto-like
park. She was on a stone path that led to a small cave cut into the
dark limestone hillside. "This park in the center of town has been
here since the city was first founded," she said. "The cave itself has
been here much longer than that. And The Guide has been here since...
well, according to the local legends, since the beginning of time."

She walked slowly up the path and stopped at a large stone set in the
hillside where the path turned toward the cave. "As near as we can
tell," she said pointing down at the stone, "this stone is over 3000
years old. The glyphs that are deeply carved into it are a warning. We
can't be sure of the exact translation, but it says something like
`Beware the Touch of the Siren. Her Song Will Seize Your Mind.'"

The scene switched to a second camera that showed the entrance to the
cave at the end of the short path from where Edwina stood. "The stone
calls her `The Siren,'" she said, "but the local legends which are at
least as old as the stone, call her `The Guide.'"

"The Guide has been described both as extremely beautiful and as
horrific. She is said to release inner urges in people that are so
overwhelming that no one who has been touched by The Guide is left
unscathed. Some are dead. Most are completely insane. The few
survivors who have any shred of sanity left are completely changed.
They refuse to say exactly what happened or describe The Guide or what
she did to them, but they are changed forever."

She chuckled, "A nun once became a stripper after meeting The Guide."
The camera focused on her face as she raised her eyebrows and gave the
exaggerated frown that was her trademark. "But on the other hand," she
continued with a laugh, "there are at least two recorded cases where
prostitutes became nuns."

She pointed to the ground just outside the cave's entrance. "The grass
here grows very lush and soft and no weeds seem to ever sprout in this
small bed. ... and it is a bed. Two paranormal investigators say that
the power of this cave stems from ancient pagan fertility rites which
were performed here, and that is what keeps the grass so green and
weed free. Scientists who studied this phenomenon recently said it is
merely the pH of the soil being so exactly what grass needs. They took
some of the soil back to their lab with them, however, and weeds grew
easily in their test patch. The same weed seeds, planted here, died.

"My personal belief is that The Guide is a poor soul who has been
trapped here perhaps since mankind first walked upon these shores."
She turned to the camera and stepped to the side to allow a graphic to
appear on the screen beside her. It was a book with her face on the
front cover.

"As I explain in my latest book," she said, "To release a trapped
soul, the first step is to learn his or her name." She pointed to the
air where the word "Name" would be inserted in post-production.

"The next step is to establish communication." Another point to where
the word "Communication" would appear on the screen.

"And the third step is getting the trapped soul to understand what has
happened to it." In post-production, the word "Understanding" would
appear on the screen as the third step of the process.

"Often times," she said, looking very serious, "just explaining to the
trapped soul that they are a trapped soul is sufficient. Once they
realize that they are dead and are trapped between the levels of
existence, they will know that they need to move on.

"However, there is often some unresolved issue that is holding them
back. So, the final step," she said as she pointed toward the bottom
of the screen, "is resolution and direction." The words "Resolution"
and "Direction" would complete the list.

"I help them," she said as she appeared to look over the list,
"resolve whatever it is that has trapped them between the levels of
existence and then help them find their way to the next level."

Edwina returned to the center of the scene and faced the camera. "How
we will be able to discover The Guide's name or what is trapping her
here, I do not know.  I also do not know whether or not she will be
able to understand me since she seems to be from such an ancient time,
but I am hoping that she will be able to understand my intent even if
she does not recognize my language."

She walked to the entrance to the cave and then looked back at the
camera and whispered. "All of this depends, however, on The Guide
appearing for us here on this Halloween night."

She walked back up the path as she continued her explanation in a more
normal tone of voice. "There is no specific time that The Guide
appears, but the most powerful appearances have always been on
Halloween. That nun who became a stripper was here as part of an
exorcism team that was going to purify the place and drive the demons
from the park. They took up positions on the outside of the cave on
Halloween night, armed with their Bibles and their holy water and
their special oils and their faith. In the morning, however, all of
that was gone along with their clothing when they stumbled out of the
cave. Their bodies bore all the signs of an orgy, and their minds were
destroyed.

"Tonight, I am going to attempt to meet The Guide in safety. What
little we know from survivors is that The Guide reaches out to them
and they are unable to control themselves, but are drawn into her arms
and into the cave itself."

She held out her arms as if she were pulling the viewers to her bosom.
"My crew," she said as she pointed into the foliage, "is setting up
remote cameras in the cave and all around this path."

She then laughed. "They will be safely in the control truck parked
outside the park. I will be tied securely to that tree." She pointed
to a stout Oak near the entrance to the cave.

"Like Odysseus tied to the mast, I will be able to hear the Siren's
song, but will not be pulled into her clutches. Hopefully, I will be
able to describe what I see and maybe get to the bottom of this
phenomenon."

She had reached the tree and now stood next to it. "Tonight," she
said, "The Guide will be shown to the world. There are no accurate
descriptions of The Guide, but everyone with enough mind left to
describe her has said that she was a naked woman." She smiled at the
camera, "So, if we find a naked female spirit wandering around, it's
probably her."

The camera then panned back for a very wide shot as two men in
bluejeans approached Edwina carrying large coils of dark-colored rope.
The rope looked relatively soft, but it was thick and obviously very
strong. She stood with her back against the tree and they began
winding the rope around her body and the tree trunk. When they were
finished, she was wrapped securely from her ankles to her neck. "This
is actually rather comfortable," she said to the camera which was once
again trained on her face. "If The Guide appears, there is no way that
I can go to her or reach out to her."

She dropped her voice to a slow whisper. "Now all we have to do is
wait."

And wait they did. Edwina's assistants tied her to the tree just
before dark, several hours later it was approaching midnight and
nothing had happened except several bugs had landed on her face and a
small something stung her on the neck. Other than the nuisance bugs,
it was so uneventful, that she found herself fighting sleep.

Despite her best efforts she found her head dropping forward. A
buzzing in her earpiece brought her back to full wakefulness. "What
time is it?" she asked her crew. After repeating herself several times
and getting no response, she said, "It looks like my earpiece has
crapped out. One of you is going to have to come out and replace it
for me."

Several minutes later, when noone had come to replace her defective
equipment she said, "I hope you aren't asleep in there! If something
happens tonight and you don't get it on tape, I am going to be
extremely pissed." There was still no response and no one came to
change the defective equipment.

The clouds opened and the moon shone brightly in the little grotto.
`That will make a good shot,' she thought. `The low light cameras
should even be able to pick up colors in that light. Now all we need
is for The Guide to show up.'

She settled back into waiting. "At least you chose soft ropes, Teddy,"
she said aloud, talking to her chief roady. "They aren't scraping my
breasts or irritating my nipples."

She paused, a look of shock and confusion on her face. "Why am I
feeling the ropes on my breasts?" she asked aloud. Her habit of
narrating everything overruled her sense of immodesty in saying what
she had just said.

She wiggled in her bindings and felt the rope rub against the skin on
her legs. She also felt the rope move against the skin of her abdomen
and even felt it brush her pubic hair back and forth with her
movements. She was naked beneath the ropes!

"You'd better be recording all this!" she said emphatically. "There is
some weird shit going on and you had better not be missing it. My
clothes have disappeared."

The ropes were soft, but any minor movement of her body caused them to
rub across her nipples and her thighs and her mound. "Oh shit," she
said aloud.

As she struggled against the ropes the sensations began to overwhelm
her. She began almost chanting, "Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh SHIT!" Her voice
now sounded more like desperation than anger.

Her body was also starting to move on its own. She could feel herself
attempting to thrust up against the ropes to gain more sensation. Her
juices were flooding the top of her thighs. She could feel herself
responding to each little movement of the rope against her skin and
she could not hold her body still.

She could not believe how aroused she was. She wanted to cum... no,
she needed to cum... no, she needed to cum more desperately that she
had ever in her entire life needed to cum.

"Oh God," she screamed aloud, "I need to cum so badly." Then, in what
she hoped was a much more controlled voice she said, "We'll have to
edit that out, or at least bleep it."

The sensations continued to build within her. Her need was becoming
overwhelming. "I need to cum!" she screamed out again. "Somebody untie
me or fuck me or do something to me! I will do anything if you just
let me cum!"

She screamed again, "I need to cum!! I need to cum!!!!!"

And then she was standing on the path, walking toward the mouth of the
cave. The ropes were gone, but not her need. Her body burned as if it
were on fire. She could see three figures walking toward her dressed
in black. She took the arm of the woman, and suddenly the woman
screamed and began tearing at her clothing. As soon as the woman was
naked, she began posing and displaying her body to her companions.

The same thing happened when she touched the two men. They tore at
their clothing until they were naked. Then they jumped at her and
dragged her down to the grass. Both men screamed and yelled as if in
pain as they thrust their engorged pricks into her cunt... and into
her ass... and into her mouth.  She could feel herself draining them,
but even after they were lying senseless on the floor of the cave-
"How did I get in here?" she thought... even after they were lying
senseless on the floor of the cave her lust continued to increase.

She saw a young man at the entrance of the cave. "Fuck me!" she yelled
at him. "Fuck me now!"

He answered in a language that she did not quite understand, but he
understood her need, or at least her naked body. He was young, and
virile, and performed well, but again, she left him senseless on the
floor of the cave as her need continued to build within her.

She tried to find her crew, or at least get back to the tree, or to
the park, but the cave seemed to go on forever. She would think she
was at the entrance only to find herself back inside. She was sure
that she saw a young man rutting with a tarty-looking young woman in
the grass, but when she stepped out to speak to them, they were all
suddenly back in the cave.

The man tried his best, but again he was left an empty husk on the
floor of the cave. The young woman, however, experienced what had to
have been a mind-altering orgasm. She continued to scream, "Oh, God!
Oh, God!" for several moments following her tremendous climax. Then
she fell to her knees facing the open mouth of the cave and bowed low
saying, "Forgive me. I have seen the error of my ways. I will become a
nun!"

Events began to run together. Dozens, if not hundreds of people fell
at her touch. She copulated with men and women of all shapes and
sizes, colors and descriptions, but each act merely increased her
desire. She fucked, sucked and buggered again and again and again and
again, but found no relief from her burning desire and lust. Then
there was a swirling darkness and Edwina was once again back at the
entrance to the cave.

It was dark. A bright moon filled the grotto, but the trees were
different. There were big, old trees where there should have been
young saplings and the tree to which she had been bound was now an
open circle of grass. A strangely-dressed man was standing in front of
her.

"Edwina!" he called out. "Edwina Barrington!"

She turned toward him. "You must stand still!" he yelled again. His
voice was strangely loud, but distorted, as though amplified through
some poorly-working amplifier. "When you move," the loud voice said,
"you move through both space and time."

He held up a small object and a video screen of some sort appeared in
the air between them. On it was the cover of her book, "Edwina
Barrington's Complete Guide to Paranormal Phenomena".

"Can you see the book?" the voice asked.

She nodded, and the voice said, "Read your words on page 174."

The image on the projected video flipped rapidly to that page. She
began to read a highlighted paragraph from the section on The Origins
of Paranormal Phenomena. It read, "When someone dies in a surprising
or very cruel or unusual way, often times their death imprints itself
on a place. From that time on that place echoes that death and the
trauma of that death, perhaps for centuries to come."

The pages again flipped rapidly and another highlighted paragraph
appeared. "If there are extreme unresolved issues at the time of the
person's death, they may linger at the place of their death looking to
resolve that which they could not resolve in their lifetime."

The loud voice again spoke, "You were right, but not totally right. If
conditions are extreme enough, the echo goes not only into the future,
but also into the past."

Something else appeared in the video projection. It was veiled with a
smoky haze so that it could not be read. "No matter how frightening
this next piece is, DO NOT MOVE!" said the loud voice. "If you move
you will move in space and time and we may not be able to reach you
again. Do you understand?"

She slowly nodded her head, even though she did not really understand.

The video cleared. It was a newspaper and the image was a close up of
the name of the paper and the date. It was the local paper, and it was
dated tomorrow, November 1. The image slowly panned down to the
feature article of the paper. The publicity photo that she used with
all of her press releases took up half of the top portion of the page.
Alongside it was a headline in very large type, "HOMETOWN PARANORMAL
INVESTIGATOR DIES AT HAUNTED CAVE PARK."

She screamed and started to turn. Her feet wanted to run, but the loud
voice was yelling "Stand still! Stand still! You will be lost if you
move again!"

She turned back to the strange video projection that still flickered
in the air in front of her. The image panned down to the article
itself. It read, "A freak accident claimed the life of paranormal
investigator Edwina Barrington as she attempted to unravel the mystery
of The Guide who has for centuries haunted the cave and the downtown
park that surrounds it. Ms. Barrington had been wrapped in soft ropes
to prevent her from being drawn into the cave by The Guide, who is
said to have a lure similar to a Siren.

"The Guide, however, was not the cause of Edwina Barrington's death.
Instead her death was caused by a very small, very rare spider.
Normally the bite of this spider produces a painful wound and possibly
requires a hospital stay. A bite at the base of the neck such as she
suffered would be much more dangerous, but still not fatal. However,
Ms. Barrington was violently allergic to the spider's venom. The
location of the bite, combined with her allergic reaction caused
extreme swelling in one portion of her brain. That swelling lead to
her death before her crew realized that she was in trouble."

The image panned further down the article to another highlighted
section. "Tabloid newspapers and various websites have reported that
the inflamation in her brain affected that area responsible for sexual
stimulation and she died screaming, `Let me cum! Let me cum! Let me
cum!' but neither the police nor her production company will verify
that claim."

Edwina stood still in shock at what she had just read. "You are dead,"
said the loud voice. "You are trapped between levels of existence." 

She stared at the man in the strange clothing. "I was trying to
release The Guide." she said weakly as sort of an explanation of the
events recorded in the article.

"You ARE The Guide," the voice answered. "And I know what you need to
be released. I am going to push something across the ground toward
you. Do not touch it until I am no longer in contact with it.
Otherwise you will be blasted through the barriers to another time."
She watched as he carefully placed something on the ground and pushed
it along the path toward her with a long pole of some sort. "This is
an erotic neural stimulator," he said. "It has been adjusted to emit
psychic frequencies that you should be able to feel. It will give you
what you need to pass on to the next level of existence."

Edwina waited until the pole, or whatever it was, was withdrawn, and
then she reached down and picked up the package. There was strange
writing on the box that looked vaguely like English, but many of the
words were spelled strangely and there were additional letters that
were meaningless to her.

The intent of the object in the box, however, was obvious. It was a
dildo mounted on a vaginal shield of some sort. There was a sticker on
one portion of the shield with the picture of a light switch on it and
an arrow pointing to a small red dot. There was also a small tube of
something that was apparently a lube of some sort.

She smeared the lube on the dildo and inserted it into her aching
cunt. When she touched the red dot it began to vibrate and then to
move within her. For the first time since leaving the tree, she could
actually feel sexual stimulation rather than just an increase in her
lust. She immediately began panting and sobbing. 

"Yes, Yes!" she screamed, and then the neural stimulators kicked in.
It was as if every sexual experience in her life was suddenly drawn
into that one instant of time. The orgasm did not begin in any one
part of the her body, but instead exploded throughout her entire body
and mind simultaneously. All of the sexual tension from that night and
all of the sexual tension she had drawn into herself throughout her
travels through time were suddenly released in one unbelievably
powerful and violent orgasm.

She screamed out in release. With that scream, there was a tremendous
burst of light and Edwina Barrington disappeared forever from this
plane of existence. The echos of her known as The Guide would continue
to appear occasionally throughout time, but she was now released. The
echos themselves would eventually fade. They had already lost most of
their power.

The man in the strange clothing turned toward one of the small orbs
floating in the air around him. As he spoke, his words were instantly
translated into thousands of languages. On the "Old Earth" voice
channel, he was saying, "Tonight, on this Old Earth day called
Halloween, we have solved the centuries-old mystery of The Guide. And
to do it we used the 500 year old writings of The Guide herself."

He held out his hand and a holographic image of Edwina's book
appeared. Then video of her standing in the park on that night began
to play. The words "Name, Communication, Understanding, Resolution and
Direction" appeared with subtitles in the same strange letters that
had been on the neural stimulator's box.

The Old Earth voice channel continued, "We discovered her name through
the research of my excellent staff. Those same researchers determined
that we could communicate with her here at the entrance to this cave,
but only at this one time of the Earth year. We got her to understand
what she was and where she was. And we resolved the issue that was
trapping her between levels of existence."

He paused and let the book slowly disappear from his hand. "She has
been released," he said solemnly.

He then laughed and said, "We weren't too sure about trying to release
a trapped soul with a psychic orgasm. That is something that has never
been done before, but we were sure that is what she needed. So we
tried it, and it worked."

He laughed again, "And she took the erotic neural stimulator with her,
so she is probably one very happy and satisfied spirit wherever she is
now."

Music started to play in the background and several different orbs
buzzed around his head emitting various colors of flashing light. "One
more mystery of the universe has been solved." he said, and then after
a dramatic pause he turned toward one of the orbs and continued with,
"That finishes it for tonight. Until next time, this is Burl Starlight
reminding you `We don't know everything about this vast Galaxy of
ours.'"

The music changed and he turned to face a different orb. "So join us
next time as we investigate more `Psychic Mysteries of Old Earth'
right here on neural channel 147 point 83 slash 9."

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