Letters in the Basement
At the Riddle House were it's been empty since the day Tom Riddle and his wife were murdered all those years ago. For the logical people some will say the house was never sold because no body wants to buy a house were a murder took place. It would be like buying the Amityville house just for the sake of scaring yourself. But just the Amityville Horror, people have whispered that the place was haunted. Years pseudo psychics and mediums would have claimed that they've seen the ghost of Tom Riddle or his wife or both. All of it was a lie of course but, there was something about the Riddle basement.
As Ron and his wife Hermonie search the basement were the psychics with some sort of spiritual site never dared venture. Hermonie laughed at the idea some fake would come down here running up the stairs that there was an evil entity in this house. Ron and Hermonie were logical people of course despite the fact they were 'gifted' themselves. They had to admit even though they've never said it out loud, there was something strange down here.
It was dark like any basement with it's usual junk that had been placed here for either a keep sake or to be forgotten. Even though both their wands were lit there was still some ever more darkness. "My God, Hermonie, can this wand get any brighter in here? I still can't see anything."
"It's to it's brightest dear and so is mine." Said an irritated Hermonie. Causing her to bump into something bulky, which turned out to be a chest full of opened letters. " Just for your information, Ron, there are some things we can find with our wands." Hermonie went down on her knees to look at the letters. Briefly she looked at the letters, all to one person, Merope, the mother of the infamous Lord Voldemort. Curiosity took over her, as she read one of the letters on top of the paper was: Dear Lev. Who is Lev? She thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when Ron called out concerned, "Hermonie! Hermonie! Where are you?"
"I'm over here, sweet heart. You know you shouldn't panic so much! Come over here, I've found something." As Ron stumbled over to his wife, Hermonie began to scan the letter. It was a love letter, not to Tom but to Lev. "What did you find?" asked Ron. Hermonie looked up at Ron, Ron knew the look on her face when she finally found the answer. "Ron, I think Merope had a lover." Ron didn't look surprised, "Of course she had a lover, she went so far as to control him with a love potion."
"No, Ron, this is a different person, Ron. Who ever this Lev person is, she was even more in love with him then Tom." She looked back at the letter and began to read:
Dear Lev
I shouldn't be having these feelings for you. I know you've been haunting my family for years. They call you a curse but, yet I feel like you were a blessing. The night before the wedding you came into my room. I didn't know how you got in, I've put every curse and spell on all the doors and windows just to keep you out for this day. I saw your reflection in the mirror as I fantasized about tomorrow. You were unexpectedly handsome, I thought you would look like a hideous monster my father would tell stories about but, yet you weren't. You were a terrible beauty in that reflection. When I looked behind me I was hoping you were that dark figure in the mirror and my wish came true.
"How did you get in?" I asked, you smiled at me, your smile was so evil it was charming. "I can go anywhere I want, I'm God," you said to me and I believe you. From then on I wanted you to take me. I stripped of all my night things to my bare nakedness. I let you take my virginity, I thought it would be painful and it was but, I enjoyed it! The pain was so pleasurable I wanted more and you did, you gave me more!
When you left my side the next morning, my feelings were mixed. Anger that you left me, shame that I slept with another man, and satisfaction! The next day when Tom and I became husband and wife I've never felt so happy. Not for marrying Tom but, just seeing you there on the front row. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I want to see you again. I want more of you. I can't get you out of my head.
Once the honeymoon is over Lev, I'm hoping you're waiting for me to let me taste your pleasures.
Love Merope
"This Lev sounds like a player and a stalker!" said Ron sniggering that Merope would be so stupid as to think he would stick around. "Probably the Virgin Mary thought the same thing before she married Jacob."
"Before you judge Mr. Weasley, there's more letter's for Lev." Ron blushed as she called him Mr. Weasley. The only time he was ever called that was when he was in trouble or when Hermonie was feeling kinky. Ron decided to sit down, he got a feeling this was going to take awhile. Hermonie read on:
Dear Lev
You where right about Tom. He wasn't as great as I thought. In fact when I saw his member he was tiny and couldn't get it up. When we made love Lev, I had to fake my orgasms just so he could finish quicker. The honeymoon was like this Lev, dull and joyless. The only joy I've ever gotten out of this honeymoon was when I thought of you.
When ever Tom is out somewhere away from the hotel, I would think of you and your long phallus inside me. I would touch myself of the thought of you fucking me. It took me awhile just finish this damn letter because I would think of you and had to get rid of the ache between my legs! I t happened five times, Lev, FIVE! It was almost a sixth time but I've fought the urge to do it.
I'm coming back from the honeymoon, Lev. I hope you're there waiting for me.
Love Merope
Then there was more only this time to Merope.
Dear Merope
I've read your letters my pussycat. I'm waiting for you just like you wanted. Your desire for me intrigues me so. I've also thought of you Mimi, just as much as you have. No women in centuries has ever given me so much pleasure as you have, dear. When you come back I want you to love me and worship me. I'll ravish you and cherish you. I'll fulfill your wishes and fetishes too. I'll do anything you your hearts desire. But I should warn you my little pussycat, my tastes could be extreme for a girl like you. I'm a God of Hunger, Flesh and Desire, where I come from pleasure and pain are one and the same.
Once you come here, I hope you can handle me.
Love, Lev
Ron and Hermonie looked at the paper with amazement. "This guy's a prick! He's so arrogant enough to say he's God." Despite the little rant, Hermonie read on. The letters became more graphic as they read. It was like reading Justine or 128 Days of Sodom by Marqius de Sade. Later on they discovered some pictures just as graphic as the letters themselves. There was one picture in particular of a woman wearing nothing but a cat mask giving felletio to a man with long black hair whipping her with scorpions. Hermonie stared at the picture for what seemed to Ron a very long time. But Hermonie wasn't just staring at the picture for its grotesque nature. The man with the long hair looked familiar to her but, couldn't put a name to it. Then lastly, there was the two last letters that she hoped she was looking for. It read:
Dear Lev
You lied to me! I thought you were sterile. I've told Tom I was pregnant and he told me he couldn't have children because of an accident that happened when he was a child. One of his friends shot off his testicle, leaving him sterile! I've only been with two men, Leviathan, you and Tom!
Hermonie stopped at the words, she couldn't be thinking of the beast Leviathan, thought Hermonie. When she was a child she remembered reading something from the bible mentioning Leviathan. She knew Leviathan was some sort of beast that swam in the waters. Leviathan was also a demon of the water element and Envy. She looked at another letter, it read:
I won't give him to you. I won't! No child is meant to be born in that type of world. I've seen the things in your Labyrinth. I've heard the agony of the people you deceived. They thought they were going to paradise, Lev. You lied to them, as well as those monstrous Cenobites whom you call 'your children'. You're not a God, you're a Monster!
Then more:
Mimi, I love you and I love our child. I actually did thought I won't be able to be a father. I'm cursed, Mimi! They've cursed me for creating life, even my own father Poseidon. The life I created was Fern, the Anima you saw when you were young. I've always wondered why you were able to see him now I know. He chose to be our son for a reason, Mimi!
The Labyrinth isn't what you think. There is good in there, you've seen it for yourself!
Then there was the last when Merope was at her final days:
I know you love our son but, no matter what you say about your world it isn't a place for a child! I'll make you a deal though, I get the feeling the birth is going to kill me. Once the child is born, I will go with you. I'll become your bride if you leave our son alone until he dies. I feel he should know what this world is like before he knows what Hell is. It only makes sense for him to pass on into the afterlife then be raised in a world of pain. I hope you understand-
Hermonie's thoughts were interrupted as something moved in the darkness. "What was that?" shrieked Ron but, Hermonie didn't answer. For the first time she was convinced that something was down here watching them. It all made sense now that she thought about it. What if this basement was haunted by the ghost of Merope or the demon Leviathan or both? What if those Cenobites Merope mentioned were here whom had such sights to show them all.
"Run!" yelled Hermonie, grabbing the letters as she rushed up the stairs. Ron was about to say something but, once he looked in the direction that caused her to panic, he ran as well. What they saw in the darkness was a pair of glowing green eyes. Lilith sometimes came here to travel down memory lane. She snickered to herself.
"I hope you enjoyed the letters!"