Chapter 3: A Deadly Kiss
Of all of the times to have go to the bathroom!
It was bad enough that Butters was walking slowly down the hallway of this creepy house, knowing fully well that several people had died in it in the past, but the fact that Craig still had yet to return from smoking his cigarette, the fear and tenseness within him simply grew. He wanted badly to stay in the room he was assigned too in the paper that Professor Snyder left and just ride out the night until day, but the nagging throbbing in his groin area couldn't be ignored, so, off he was going to the bathroom.
Searching for any kind of light source, Butters felt his way along the wall, carefully watching each of his steps as he did so. He had remembered that the bathroom was near the end of this hall from earlier in the night when it was still somewhat light out, but now, in the middle of the night, with no lights in sight, it seemed like it was miles away rather then a few feet. Stumbling further down the hall, Butters nearly lost his footing on the thick rug that was placed down at his feet, but he managed to catch his balance at the last moment on the frame of an open doorway. Thankfully, to him, it was the door to the bathroom. A relieved smile on his face, he went in and closed the door.
After about two minutes, Butters finished up, washed his hands, and proceeded out of the room. His fears now eased, Butters began to make his way back down the hall and too his room, when suddenly, a noise from downstairs drew his attention. It wasn't anything scary or nerve shattering in the least, in fact, it sounded like the pleasant, melodic laughter of a girl.
"Wendy?" Butters half whispered, half called out to the downstairs area. "Is that you?"
Several seconds passed by without an answer from Wendy, just fresh laughter heard by Butters from this same woman. Butters gulped nervously and slowly proceeded down the stairs. His brain was, like mad, telling him to get the hell back into his room and to the safety of his bed, but, his curiosity was also telling him to go down and see where this laughter was coming from. Besides, it was just a woman laughing, what harm could that possibly bring?
Further down the stairs he crept, until he finally found himself in the main parlor area of the first floor. For a third time, that laughter echoed through the house, this time sounding closer and, for some reason, a bit more hypnotic and mysterious.
"Wendy, if that's you, just say so now." Butters said nervously, gulping once before he spoke further. "Heck, it's all right if you couldn't sleep, I sorta couldn't sleep either, we could try falling back asleep together."
As Butters walked past the grand piano in the main parlor, his ears again picked up to a noise that he heard. However, rather then laughter, it was a much more direct and clear sounding voice calling out his name.
"Leo, Leo…"
Butters slowly sighed a relieved sigh. Wendy usually called him by his real name, so, for the time being, he assumed that it was, in fact, her down here. Once again with his fears eased, Butters journeyed into the library area of the house, where he heard this voice calling out to him.
"Leo, Where are you?"
Quietly entering into the library, Butters cleared his throat once and responded to what he thought was Wendy calling out to him.
"I'm here in the library with you, at least I think your in here Wendy."
Before Butters could speak further, the door to the library suddenly and slowly swung shut and locked. Butters jumped a bit at this, then found himself jumping in surprise again when the lights in the room suddenly flickered on and brought life into the room. Soon, Butters would get a glimpse of the other occupant in the room, and this other occupant wasn't even close to being Wendy.
She was a young looking woman, probably in her early 20's. She was very attractive appearance wise, with flowing, raven black hair, crystal green eyes, and full, pouty lips, curved into a seductive smile. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that matched her somewhat pale, though still pretty skin. From where she stood at the doorway to where Butters was, she was no less then 10 feet from him.
"You're…You're definitely not Wendy…" Butters croaked out, backing up a few steps.
"No I'm not…" The woman began, almost floating over to Butters as she did so. "Because, would Wendy say how very attractive you are Leo?"
Now Butters was starting to get terrified. How did this strange woman know his name? And why was she coming towards him the way she was?
"How, How did you know my name?" He stammered out as she floated closer to him, that familiar stutter of his making a brief guest appearance in his voice.
"Oh never mind that dear, for now, let me get a good look at you."
The woman finally came within a few inches of Butters and ran a hand delicately across his cheek, sending a wave of warm, almost sensual energy through his body as she did. Despite being scared out of his wits, at the same time, Butters also was beginning to feel quite relaxed with this woman, even, dare he say it, a bit smitten.
"I don't think I've…ever seen you around here in this house miss…" Butters began, finding himself drawn into her green eyes.
"Please, call me Miranda…"
"Well ok then, ahem, Miranda, I don't think I've…"
Miranda giggled softly, then, put a finger gently to Butters' lips.
"Shhh, please dear, no more words, just let me kiss you…"
Butters eyes widened in surprise as "Miranda" smiled again and let out her melodic laugh. All his life, Butters had gone by without any sort of girlfriend, or even so much as a kiss, but now here, this seemingly older woman, upon just meeting him, was willing to change that.
"A kiss? But, but why?" Butters again choked out, which would prove to be the last words he would ever say.
"Never mind why dear, just come…come to mother…" "Miranda" softly cooed at him.
After that statement, She slowly put her hand to the back of his neck and head and pulled him in closer to her. Within seconds, her lips were softly pressed to his in a kiss. Butters eyes again widened in surprise, but, almost like clockwork, they would close and he would lean against the wall slightly as she deepened the kiss gently. Having never kissed a girl before, or a woman for that matter, Butters let her lips do all of the work, leaving himself to experience this euphoric feeling inside of him as this kiss continued. Soon, her pink, serpent like tongue would dart out of her mouth and stroke his lips, as if asking for permission to enter his mouth. Butters complied slowly, and soon, "Miranda's" tongue and his tongue were engaged in a soft, steamy, rubbing session. At this point, Butters could care less if any sort of dangers were to be found in this house, he was now experiencing one of the greatest moments of his life. At least, it started out that way.
About mid-way through this kiss, he began to sense something strange going on. It felt as if something was being sucked out of his body. Not blood or organs or body parts, but air, just air. He didn't think anything of it at first, lost too much in the steaminess of this kiss, but as it kept on, and Butters began to feel weaker, he took notice. Slowly, he tried to break the kiss in order to catch his breath, but "Miranda" merely pulled him closer to her and deepened the kiss. Now, her lips and tongue were almost engulfing his, and the sucking of air out of him grew faster and stronger. Now Butters was beginning to panic, this woman wasn't here to make love; she had other intentions in mind it seemed. More and more the air was sucked out of him, and soon, Butters was down to one knee, then two. With his limbs shaking uncontrollably, and with a feeling of unconsciousness closing in over him, Butters soberly realized what had happened, whatever ghosts were to be had in this house had lured him to his death with the call of a beautiful woman, and a seemingly innocent kiss. How ironic it was that his first ever kiss would be his last action ever on Earth.
In a matter of minutes, "Miranda" had finished her deed. Butters body limply crumpled to the floor, no longer a body at all, but now, simply, a dried out skeleton, still wearing his clothes. Gently, she stood up and backed away from Butters skeleton, giggling to herself and licking her lips once, almost as if she was trying to get a bit of his "after-taste" into her mouth.
"Much obliged love…" Was all she would utter as she slowly smiled, giggled again, then, blew his skeleton a gentle kiss before backing away towards the door. Unlocking slowly, just as it had locked before. The door would open, and out she glided into the main parlor, vanishing into the shadows seconds later. Slowly, Butters skeleton dried up further until it simply turned into powder and blew away through the room and into the parlor, the only hint that he had ever even existed in the house being his blue shirt and grey pants that were left behind.
2 down, 7 to go.