{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs20\par \par \par A Troubled Home\par \par Prologue\par \par \pard\tab\par \tab It began in the fall of 1890. A wealthy man named William Donovan decided to build his home on the outskirts of a small community in upstate New York. Donovan had made his fortune as a railroad tycoon. The house was quite large; grand by the normal standards of the farmers and workers in the town. He lived alone, but socialized with a few of the townsfolk. Mostly the affluent or semi-wealthy landowners. All the men he accosiated with had one important common thread: They were all fathers of beautiful young girls. Anytime he had a social gathering he tried to secretly molest or seduce the young girls, whose ages ranged from preteens to girls ready to head off to college. He'd even managed to sleep with one or two before he was discovered. No ammount of money could save him from the wrath of angry parents. The best it offered him was a house-arrest arrangement rather than time in the local jail. He died before he even went to trial, however. An angry parent had somehow snuck into the house without alerting the guards that had been posted. William Donovan was murdered in his own home. Having no living family the house became the property of the bank. It would remain vacant for decades, until the Livingston family bought it in late 1945. They moved out again before the end of the year. While it was not put on record, the family claimed the house was haunted, and the children were supposedly assaulted by a mysterious force. The house would stand vacant for many years after that, long enough for the town to all but forget why it was abandoned in the first place.\par \par \par \par \pard\qc Part 1: The Toveys\par \par 1\par Disturbances\par \par \par \pard\i September 8, 1945\par \par \tab I felt it again last night. The unsettling feeling that there was somebody in my room. I know I'm not imagining things, no matter what father says. Beth said she feels things too. I've heard footsteps in my room at night. I hate to be awake while these things happen, but I fear what might happen while I sleep. Beth felt her bed move last night. We both think somebody is watching us in the upstairs bathroom. It's real, I swear. Something is wrong with this house. I'm starting to sincerely dislike living here.\par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\i0 From the diary of Anne Livingston\par \par \par Present day\par \par \tab Rob and Linda Tovey were thrilled to be moving into thier new home. They'd been looking for a bigger home for their family for months, and their patience seemed to have finally paid off. They found a reasonably priced home that was in a town nearby. The commute would only be slightly longer to both their jobs, and the town was nice and small. The Toveys needed a bigger home for their kids to finish growing up in. They had three children: Shawn age fifteen, Tina age thirteen, and Sarah age eleven. All three children were disappointed to have to move further from their friends and familiar surroundings, but excited to be moving into such a beautiful big house. All excited except Shawn, anyway. He resented the move and would have loved to stay where they were. His outlook improved slightly as he became familiar with his new surroundings. \par \tab The house sat on a spacious lot. There would be plenty of room for all the outdoor activities Shawn enjoyed. It took a week for things to be mostly unpacked and everybody to settle in somewhat. The house also afforded all the children one thing: privacy. There was a room for all the children of course, but also plenty of room for each child to have a space all their own. Tina picked the room next to the bathroom on the second floor, while Shawn and the parents moved into the ground floor. Sarah found a room in the finished half of the basement, and fell in love with the distance it gave her from her older siblings. Then there was the room at the end of the hall on the second floor which the girls put some of their things in, and used it as a common hang-out room. Shawn found that there was a re-finished portion of the attic which he liked. The windows had a nice view of the countryside, and it would be a great place for him to be alone and work on his indoor hobby of model building. The rooms the kids picked for bedrooms happened to have something in common. They all had old fashioned laundry chutes. Tina's room shared one with the bathroom, a door for it in each room, while Shawns' simply opened up to it on the first floor. Since the shaft ran to the basement Sarah had no chute, simply a chute door with a ramp which led to the spot where the other chute emptied. This would make things much easier, Linda thought, once the washer/drier was installed down there. Things were normal for the first few days, but soon the kids began to notice strange things. Doors had a habit of opening and shutting on their own. Tina swore she heard footsteps once in her room. Shawn seemed to notice nothing but the occasional strange dream. Their parents easily explained the noises and other occurences away as an old house creaking and settling. They assured their kids there was nothing wrong with the house, and nothing to be afraid of. \par \tab As days went on though, things happened which were harder for the girls to dismiss. Several times Sarah woke up with all the sheets pulled off of the bed entirely, while Tina continued to hear footsteps. Tina began hearing them more frequently and distinctly as well. They seemed to eminate from her closet, and a few times she even heard the closet door open as if somebody had entered through it. Sarah also began to experience something so bizarre she didn't even tell any of her family members. Sometimes she would come out of the shower to find her undergarments missing from the clothes she'd laid out to wear. Most frequently her training bras would vanish. At first she'd find they had mysteriously migrated back to her dresser drawer. It was if the house was playing a trick on her. When she figured out where the articles were going, it changed. She came in one day to find her bra was nowhere to be found, but the laundry chute was open. This was more of an inconvenience. She stepped out of her room and made her way to the other half of the basement, which seemed to be unchanged since the house was built. Through the old doorway it wasn't far to where the laundry accumilated. Sitting on the ground beneath the chute was the missing garment. She had no problem with her bedroom, but Sarah sometimes got an odd feeling in this part of the basement. It was as if she wasn't alone. She grabbed the bra and quickly returned to her room. As time passed all the kids began to find their own methods for coping with the disturbances. Shawn simply tried to ignore the dreams and the very few odd things he actually witnessed. Tina decided she was going to try and confront whatever was in the house head-on. Sarah had the most bold idea of the three: She was going to attempt to make contact with the ghost. \par \par \par \pard\qc 2\par Nocturnal Visitors\par \pard\par \i\par September 30, 1945\par \par \tab I am afraid of this house. I wish my parents would believe Beth and I. I woke up cold last night, because my covers had been pulled from my body and off the bed. Beth has said numerous times that while alone in the house she has felt as if somebody was following her around in the house. She also says she heard something moving in her room, as I have. She swore to me yesterday that she felt a weight on her bed, as if somebody was sitting there with her. She is very frightened. I don't know how much more of this we can take.\par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab \tab\par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\i0 From the diary of Anne Livingston\i\par \par \i0\par \tab Starting on a Friday night Tina decided she would stay awake; all night if neccisary, to purposely experience and face the hauntings in her room. She changed and got into bed, but stayed awake reading by the light of bedside lamp. She read for roughly an hour without anything abnormal happening. She remembered that often she heard things after the lights were out. So she put her book down and turned her lamp off. She settled in under the covers and waited. After ten minutes or so it happened. Tina heard her closet door squeak open. A few moments later a tug on the blankets, drawing them down to the foot of the bed. This was what Tina had been experiencing, as well as what her sister had claimed was happening to her! Soon Tina could swear she felt something brushing against her leg, like a hand running up and down from shin to thigh. After a few strokes from the unseen hand Tina was too afraid of what was happening and reached out for the bedside lamp. As light came into the room the sensations ceased. Tina slept with the light on for the rest of the night.\par \tab Down in the basement not long after, Sarah had what she considered a brilliant idea. She knew she had a strange feeling about the old part of the basement outside her room. Behind her dresser was a small crawlspace door which led into the old part of the basement. The basement had been all one open space before the bedroom was built, except for one room in the corner. On the same side of the basement the new bedroom had been built, and a small room built off the bedroom which housed the water heater and fuse box prevented access to that old room. Except by way of the short door. She would push her dresser to the side and open the door, and try to make contact with what she felt was a ghost in the old basement. Within the door it was dark, and from what Sarah could tell it looked like there was a space roughly four feet deep and as wide as her room. She stood in front of the door, noticing the chill breeze drifting from the dark, despite the fact that it was summertime.\par \tab "Is anybody there?" She asked into the dark. Silence. Sarah was so focused on the doorway she almost didn't hear the soft noise behind her in her own room. She turned her head towards her bed to see the blanket pull itself back half way, as if to invite her to lay down. She'd been waiting for a sign, and apparently this was it. She got up and sat on the bed somewhat apprehensively. Nothing seemed to happen, so she took the next step and carefully laid herself down on her bed. The covers slid up her body and tucked Sarah in.\par \tab "Thank you." She said softly to a ghost she found herself being less afraid of. Her bedside light flickered once, indicating a response of some sort. She turned out her light and slept easily, convinced now there was no malicious intent, perhaps only some mischief on the mind of her basement poltergeist.\par \par \par \par \i\par \par \pard\qc\i0 3\par Playing games\par \par \par \pard\i October 15, 1945\par \par \tab Beth woke the entire house last night. She came running into my parent's bedroom, crying and looking quite afraid. She kept saying that somebody was in her room and that they'd touched her. Touched her in places where no girl should be touched without her consent. There was a faint handprint on her thigh, as if it had been grabbed tightly. My parents are finally beginning to understand that we are not hallucinating or making any of this up. I think they are ready to believe us. I only hope it's not too late for something to be done. \par \par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\i0 From the diary of Anne Livingston\par \par \par \tab Over the next week life went on in a somewhat normal fashion for the Toveys. Rob and Linda met a few more of their neighbors, while Shawn discovered trails to ride his bike on. Tina was thankful for less happenings in her room, while Sarah was no longer afraid of the ghost in the basement. That didn't mean she no longer experienced it's presence, though. Things still wound up missing occasionally. One day she came down to her room and was surprised to find the small door to the old basement open.\par \tab "Are you in here, Ghost?" She called it ghost because she knew nothing else about it. she felt a breeze brush against her face, announcing it's presence. Shortly following that was the front of her shirt being tugged on gently, and the top button coming undone on it's own. Nothing further though, the ghost was apparently leading her towards what it was getting at. She obliged it and unbuttoned her blouse, removing it and setting it on a chair. Sarah wasn't sure where this was going until she felt the familiar chill draft, but on her chest this time. It tickled and Sarah giggled a little. She sat down on her bed, enjoying the feelings she was getting from being touched on her "boobies". Sarah didn't have much at all up top, but enough that they protruded a bit from her chest. She felt herself being pulled gently back until she was lying down on her bed. Then the same thing that'd happened with her blouse happened with her pants. The snap popped on it's own, and she took the hint and removed that garment as well. She didn't really even care, she was too focused on things elsewhere. The wind seemed to feel like fingers after a while, carressing and exploring her immature breasts. Once her pants were off she felt the fingers on her legs as well, which felt just as ticklish and good. She spread them just slightly as she relaxed, melting under the invisible massaging she was recieving. The fingers seemed to push on the front of her panties soon, putting pressure on her most private part. It didn't feel bad, but she didn't want to take her panties off, it would be taking this game to far.\par \tab That night Tina had an encounter of her own. She was taking a bath as she occasionally did to relax. She had her eyes closed as she soaked in the warm water, barely even awake. A noise jarred her back to awareness and her eyes popped open. At first she couldn't identify the source of the noise. Then she noticed the laundry chute was open. More alarming than that was her nightgown and undergarments were on their way down the open chute. Tina realized immediately that it was the work of a supernatural force. Before she could even get out of the tub they were gone. She was no longer comfortable and relaxed, and wanted to get out of the water. She quickly girded herself in a towel, and exited the bathroom after pulling the drain on the tub. Down the hall in her room she found her situation didn't improve much. All her underwear was missing, as were her other bedclothes. There was no way she was venturing into the basement after what'd just happened. So after she dried off she was forced to throw on a large shirt she had which covered her down to her upper thigh. She hurried into bed, but left her bedside light on. She was almost asleep when her light went out. She reached out for the lamp and turned the knob, but nothing happened. She tried to calm down by telling herself that the bulb had blown, nothing more.\par \tab That reasoning was destroyed when she felt the covers being tugged away from her body, and down to the foot of the bed. Tina was frozen by fear. She just laid as still as she could, her eyes clamped shut. The next thing she felt was the same gliding hand on her leg she'd experienced last time. Only now there was little stopping it from roaming more of her body, which it took advantage of. The hand slid all the way up to the edge of the shirt, then further. When the cold unseen apendage touched Tina's crotch for the first time she almost cried out. It manuvered it's way up and down her entrance, but Tina didn't dare move. To her shock, it almost felt good, if it weren't for her whole body shivering in fear. Being as young as she was she'd never let any boy go very far with her, only some kissing. One had touched her breasts, but only once. Now she was forced to go further with something she couldn't even see. The hand continued what it was doing for a few minutes before changing tactics. A slight pressure was applied, and Tina knew there was part of a phantom finger pushing into her. Tina was again surprised to find that it was almost pleasant feeling if not for the situation. She actually allowed her body to relax a bit, she felt there was really nothing she could do. Also, as much as she hated to admit it; she'd not yet been hurt by the house. Once she relaxed the finger withdrew, then pushed in a bit further. This repeated slowly several times, and Tinas' body really began to respond, whether she liked it or not. She began to moisten down there, allowing the finger greater ease in it's movement. Soon the invisible finger was pushing quite a ways into her virgin vagina, but not far enough to break her hymen. Almost as if it \i couldn't\i0 . Eventually Tina felt the presence dissipate and soon she felt like she was alone again. She found she was actually still a little worked up after the erie encounter. She fought an odd urge to masturbate and went to sleep. This happened a couple more times over the week. Tina began to believe the entity would not harm her, though it still scared her. Every night that it came she surrendered immediately, letting it molest her. She would lay perfectly still, and cry.\par \par \par \par \pard\qc 4\par Free\par \pard\par \i October 30, 1945\par \tab\par \tab We are leaving. I thank God above that my parents are finally willing to see the truth. Last week my father left on anovernight trip into the city miles away for various supplies. During the night both my mother and sister had experiences. That opened my mother's eyes, and she apologized to us and we left for the neighbor's house. As soon as Father returned mother convinced him to sell the house. May God have mercy on any soul that sets foot in that house.\par \par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\i0 From the diary of Anne Livingston\i\par \i0\par \par \tab Later that week Sarah came into her room to find her small door open again. This time however there was a trail of her clothing leading into the dark area. She followed the trail of breadcrumbs that had been laid for her, picking up her belongings as she went. The path led her into the section of old basement which was segregated from the main area. She came to a very old looking wooden door. Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. The door gave her an odd feeling. She knew this is what her friend was leading her to, but wasn't sure what to expect when she opened the door. It creaked open almost unwillingly, as if grudgingly awakening from sleep. Inside was darkness, and the odor of mold but nothing else. It appeared simply to be an unfinished part of the basement. The inner walls were of stone and the floor was dirt. There seemed to be quite a gust of air as Sarah opened the door, and she felt sure somehow that this is what her friend wanted. That being the case she left it open as she retreated to her room with her gathered garments. She had no idea what she'd done.\par \tab Tina was sitting in her room reading when Sarah opened the door in the basement. She noticed a strange noise coming from her closet. Then the door swung open slowly. Tina was expecting her usual visitor and laid back to wait for the harrassments to begin. She gasped in shock as her nightgown was yanked forcibly up her body and off, followed immediately by her panties sliding down her legs rapidly. Tina immediately felt hands groping her breasts, and her legs being pushed apart by an unseen weight. Something thrust into her, filling her violently and suddenly. She seemed unable to cry out, as if something had made her mute suddenly. And so her room was filled with only the sound of her bed rocking with the weight of her invisible assault. It carried on for what seemed like forever to Tina, becoming so violent that her head began to hit off the headboard. On and on the rape continued, until Tina passed out from the terror of the situation. Nobody else in the house heard anything.\par \tab Shortly after Tina fainted, Sarah's friend returned. She was layng stomach down on her bed coloring when she felt a breeze brush against the backs of her legs. It was cold and made her shiver on contact. She turned on her side to see where the draft was coming from. From her side she was pushed gently onto her back and the airy touch turned into the familiar invisible fingers of her friend, tugging at her pajama bottoms. Sarah didn't become concerned until she felt her underwear being tugged along with her bottoms.\par \tab "Ghost, I don't think that's a good idea . . . " She protested as she reached to pull her panties back up. Before her hands could get there though, both arms were wrenched over her head and pushed against the matress. Her bottoms and panties continued down her legs unobstructed. Then her whole body felt as if there was someting heavy pressing down on her, an oppresive force. Her friend was not playing nice. He was toying with her tiny breasts as he had before, but the touches were rough. Unlike before Sarah felt an object push between her legs. She had no idea what was about to happen to her until it did. Violently she was filled. Blood appeared on her mattress from both the loss of her virginity and the unlubricated forced entry into her immature vagina. She cried out, at first inarticulately in pure pain and anguish. Then she began calling out desperately for her mommy and daddy, unaware that they were being prevented from hearing. It took less time for Sarah to succumb than her sister. Several brutal thrusts was all it took for her to be screaming at the top of her lungs, and bleeding profusely. At that point the ghost had gotten what he wanted from both girls, and he released his hold on their parents and brother, allowing them to hear the bloodcurdling screams of the house's youngest inhabitant.\par \tab The official police report would show that all of the family's statements made reference to a "supernatural entity". That the injuries incured to both girls were caused by this entity. The police questioned Mr. Tovey regardless, but did not charge him with anything due to lack of evidence. The Toveys promptly moved far away immediately, so the girls could try to forget that aweful place. The house sat dormant for a couple years, before it was sold to a new family.\par \par }