Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 23:42:47 -0400
From: Eric Hicks <henrycabotjhenhouse@gmail.com>
Subject: A Ghost Walk in Irvington

Disclaimer: This a total work of fiction and is intended for ADULTS ONLY...


A Ghost Walk in Irvington


   Most people don't think much about where they live, what I mean is, the
history of the city or town where they reside. I have alway been fasinated
with history and not just where I live but all history. I remember in
Junior High I had a History teacher that lectured at every turn. It didn't
matter what the subject was he could always get in a lecture. I remember
most of the guys thought he was GAY... He wasn't gay by any means, a little
strange, eccentric maybe, but not gay. He was just a man that loved
history.

   In 2010 I moved back to Indiana from Tucson, Arizona after loosing
everything due to drugs and stupidity. I got back here and found a small
apartment in the little town of Irvington. Irvington sits about 5 miles
east of Indianapolis on the Old National Road as it was once called. Today
it is better known as Interstate 40, the part that passes through
Indianapolis and Irvington is called Washington Street. My apartment
building sits at 5822 E. Washington St. which is just a little east of the
centre of Irvington. The town was founded shortly after the Civil War by
two men of different backgrounds but with the same idea. It soon became a
haven for the rich and famous of the time, either by living there or
visiting the town as a vacation spot. There have been many notable people
that called Irvington their home. Named after Washington Irving, the author
of Sleepy Hollow and many other works. It's street names recalled the names
of famous literary greats like, Emerson and Hawthorne. Education was a big
part of the populace and Butler University was soon built and the town
began to grow. By the turn of the century Irvington was a thriving
community.

   Now by 2010 Irvington had gone through several bad economic times like
the rest of the country and had gone from High Dollar to Low Rent and was
now on the rise thanks to the Historical Preservation Society. The building
I lived in was built in 1927 and was still in fairly good shape, not grand
by any means, but liveable. Anyway as I was to soon find out, Irvington is
considered one of the most haunted towns in the country. I'm not sure how a
small town that has no visible grave yards or old dilapidated houses gets
that reputation in the first place, but it has to do I guess with all the
bad things that have happened there and I suppose a lot of imagination! In
my youth I was into all the haunted UFO crap I could get my hands on, but
as I got older, wiser, and considerably more intelligent I came to the
realization that most of what is taken as fact is nothing but poor
fiction. Irvington the town was just a town, but Irvington the people were
something different all together. Halloween is big deal here and on the
third Saturday of October they close off the main street around 9am and
have a Parade of mostly kids in costume, but some of the adults have never
grown up. There are roadside booths with all kinds of crafts and stuff from
A to Z. Live music, silly pranks, you name it and it might happen on that
day. Now on Halloween night there is a GHOST WALK or a Tour of the Houses
that are supposed to be Haunted either by former owners, builders, or
victims of some grisly crime that may have happened there. "CRIME you
say?"... Yes my little town was a major player in EVIL DEED DOERS of past
decades. John Dillinger, Dr. H. H. Holmes (America's First recorded Serial
Killer), D.C. Stephens of the Ku Klux Klan (murdered a young girl in the
area, and several other fist string bad guys that don't come to mind right
now. Yes my little town was a very bad place from time to time and now was
a major tourist attraction because of it.

   After two years of living in Irvington, I decided to take the tour and
go on the GHOST WALK. I had discovered early on after moving in at 5822
E. Washington that I wasn't the only GAY MAN in the building and I had been
taking advantage of this with one of the guys that lived in the unit right
below mine. We were the PERFECT MATCH... We had only two things in common,
Drinking to excess, and Fucking like rabbits! When we weren't doing the
first two things we were fighting like Cats & Dogs. It was good sometimes
and it was bad sometimes... There were some nights we would just FUCK for
hours on end and then some nights we barely spoke. Crazy shit that was,
anyway I didn't want to take him because I knew it would just be bad. I
waited until dark and slipped out the back door of the building and made my
way down to where the crowd had gathered, waiting for our host to come and
take us to the dwellings of the long since dead and gone who never left and
crossed over to the other side. Standing there I noticed some folks I had
seen around town and we spoke some pleasantries and it was then I saw one
of the other gay guys from my building that I had been trying to take to
from time to time, but was always unable to because of my lover who could
manage to appear out of thin air and stop me in my tracks at my advances
with any other men.

   I walked up and introduced myself and he said he knew who I was, he had
had numerous conversations with Shane (my lover), and even a little more
than just talk. I couldn't believe what he had just said, I wasn't mad or
even surprised, but I knew this would be my chance to get something I
wanted and that was to get this guy out of sight in a thick hedge row and
suck his cock until he shot his balls out of his dick! "Well, isn't that
something." I said, and grinned real big. It was about then that our guide
showed his face and we were off. The streets in Irvington look as if they
were laid out by a drunken sailor the way they wind around and even curve
back on themselves. They are really a work of art because you could walk a
mile and never be more that three blocks from where you started. As we
walked my new friend told me his name was Lance and that he had not know
that Shane and I had something going on because Shane had told him I was
just a sort of fuck buddy and nothing more. I laughed and put my hand on
his ass as we walked and said there was nothing to apologize for and that
Shane was right that we were nothing more than that. After we had been
taken to several houses that according to our guide were known to be
haunted by their form owners and then he had given us a run down of the
events that had lead to either their early demise or the reason they had
chose to linger around the old homestead scaring the hell out the local
yocals. We rounded a bend in the road and headed down a somewhat long
stretch of very dark road way. Most of us were carrying small flash lights
and I'm sure to a person that had no idea of what was going on we must have
looked like the villagers out of a Frankenstein movie hunting for the
MONSTER. There must have been about sixty people trudging along, laughing
in low pitch cackles and clomping their feet on the pavement. The only
monster I was looking for was the one in Lance's jeans and I told him so
when we were a few feet back from the others and it was then that I looked
to my left and back farther off the road than any other the other houses
was a huge Victorian Mansion that made the Addams Family home look rather
pleasant in comparison. "Hey, what's that place there?" I asked. "It's old
Doc Martin's place." said our guide and continued his pace. What's the
story with Doc Martin?" I asked. "Nothing, you don't want to go up there,
it's too old and dangerous!" Came the reply in a shaky high pitched voice
that sounded more of fear and nerves and anything else. I looked at Lance
and we slowed our step and soon the crowd was well ahead of us and we were
climbing the rise that lead to Doc Martin's house.

   About half way up the incline Lance said, "I know." I stopped and said,
"What?" " I know about doc Martin, what he did I mean." We sat down on the
grass and it was really dark, you could barely see your hand in front of
your face. "Well... Tell me!" I exclaimed and grabbed his crotch as if
torture would render the explanation I wanted. He reached in his pocket and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stuck on in his mouth. I immediately
snatched it from his lips and threw it down. "Look, I just found a dark
spot where I can suck your cock and you want to build a fire and inform the
nosey neighbours where we are." I said in a low voice. He laughed as I
started to unzip his pants and began to dig for my prize. It was slightly
hard and I slowly moved my mouth up and down his shaft until I was almost
swallowing him whole. His cock was just the right size, you could get it
all in your mouth without gagging... "Mmmm..." I began a low moan of
pleasure at the taste and feel of Lance's thick cock. I didn't take long
before I was tasting that sweet man juice oozing from his now throbbing
cock. Soon the jets of hot sperm filled my mouth and I swallowed every
drop. I sucked him harder to get any cum that remained then slid my mouth
off him and zipped his pants back up. I sat up and ask again, "Tell me
Lance about this Doc Martin and his evil deeds..." We stood up and
continued on our journey which luckily for us was only a few more feet and
we found ourselves standing on the stone porch of what was once a Grand
Home indeed. We made our way onto a wrought iron bench type seat out of
sight of the road and Lance began to weave his tale.

   "Well," he began, "Doc Martin's place isn't on the tour because of what
he did. See my Grand Daddy told me that back in 1924 a new Doctor come into
town. Dr. William Martin, DDS was his full name, least that was what they
had listed in the paper when they posted his Obituary. The Doc moved here,
he and his wife and built this place before he set up practice. Seems the
guy was loaded and rent a whole floor of some Hotel in Indy while this was
being built." He paused, looked down and back at me. I could barely see in
the dark though and I don't suppose he could either, but it was a good
effect if that was what it was cause I was getting a little scared just
waiting on him to start back up. "Anyway, it took about a year to erect and
in 1925 the Doc and Mrs. Martin moved in their new home. The Doc had his
office and surgery put in the lower level of this place and he hung his
shingle out front letting everyone know he was open for business." Again he
paused and pushed back his long hair from his eyes. A slight breeze was
coming from the west and it was getting colder. I shivered, "hurry up
Dude!" I said. "Oh sorry, I was thinking... Well things were going good for
the Doc and people got to know the couple better and they began to rub
elbows so to speak with the upper gentry here in Irvington. Back then most
people just had a tooth pulled if it hurt, but the Doc he was different
than most dentist of the time, he tried to help folks keep their teeth if
he could, I guess that kind of dentistry was in it's early stages. Anyway
it was on a cold November day that the shit hit the fan. A man walked into
the police station in down town Indianapolis and claimed he'd been taken
advantage of while unconscious in the Dentist chair." Lanced was giggling
as he ended the sentence. "What the fuck do you mean?" I said
grinning... "Yep, the ol' Doc was doing guys while they were asleep from
the chloroform he put them out with. I guess this guy didn't get a good
dose and woke up while Doc was sucking on his cock!" He said chuckling...

   "Yeah, the Cops don't believe this guy and tell him to go sleep it
off. So nothing happened until about a week later another gentleman goes to
the Cops with and almost identical story. He says he wakes up on the chair
and there the Doc is backing away from him and his pants are undone." Lance
leaned back a little and pulled out another cigarette, I didn't stop him
this time and we took turns, passing it back and forth. I noticed that what
little light there had been was all but gone now. "Hey let's look
around..." Lance said and we walked around to the back of the house. There
was a stone walkway and what looked like the front of a Doctor's office
entrance with steps leading down to a set of double doors. The door glass
was stained in some flowering pattern that was the style of the time and
large brass handles, now dark from oxidation look very old in the dim light
from a distant street lamp. I reached down and gave the handle a downward
swing and the door eased open with a little creak. "Son-of-a-bitch! Do you
believe that shit?" I said trying not to scream it at the top of my
lungs... Lance had grabbed my hand and was squeezing the life out of it
before I realized it and pulled it away. "Damn man, that fucking hurts!" It
was obvious that we would never have made it as burglars... I pushed open
the door farther and we step rather slowly into what at one time would have
been the front office or waiting room. A chandelier hung down loaded with
cobwebs and dust of decades of neglect. A broken globe shown a jagged edge
on one side of the light fixture. I heard something crunch under my foot
and we grabbed each other before we realized it was the missing piece of
glass from the light above. I forgot I had a small pen light in my pocket,
it shined a dull blue light instead of a bright white one. I pulled it out
and we made our way into the next room and there in the centre of the floor
stood an almost medieval looking dentist chair. Comfort had not been in the
mind of it'd creator... The seat was hard to the touch and the wrist cuffs
on the arms of the chair sent a chill up my spine. I looked at Lance and he
had a very far away look in his eyes and it was then that I began to feel
light-headed and dizzy. Scenes from the past began to fill my head, I could
fell hands on my waist moving around to my crotch. I tried to move but
could only manage to get in front of the chair that was in a sitting
position, it's back straight up and the leg rest down. I felt something
pushing me, bending me over the chair front. I put my hand out to catch
myself and felt the cuff slip around my wrists and tighten. My head was
spinning and I couldn't see clearly at all. My pants began to slide down
past my knees. It was almost as if I was out of my body and seeing the
events unfold yet I could feel all of it. I swear a pair of hands reached
between my legs and spread me open. I hope it was Lance but knew there was
no one there. Icy finger massaged my hole and began to push in. I the felt
the head of a cock pushing into me, deeper and deeper. It was like and ice
cube going in me. I could hear myself moaning as I was being fucked, I
began pushing back to take it all and a hand was massaging my ball while
another began to stroke my now rock hard cock. I could feel the icy cock
going deep into my ass and the harder I push back the harder the thrusts
became, I wanted to feel the cum shooting in me and I didn't have long to
wait. By now I could hardly stand my head was reeling and my balance was
gone, some unseen force was holding me up and pounding my ass. I could feel
my balls beginning to draw up to unload a massive amount of sperm into the
air. The thrust were getting harder and faster and I was ready and just
then I felt jets of cold shooting through me and my cock was squirting hot
load of cum one after another. I could feel my legs give way and I hit the
floor like a sack of flour. I woke up with Lance standing over me, shaking
me... "Eric, wake up... Hey, are you alright?" I lifted myself up and then
stood up. My pants were still zipped and snapped, my hands and wrists had
no marks on them. "Hey Man, you just hit the floor and scared the hell out
of me." Lance was saying, but I wasn't paying much attention. "Yeah,
uh... I'm fine. I must have tripped or something." I didn't know if should
tell Lance what had happened. He didn't seem to see anything and I wasn't
sure what had just happened, but I think the Ol' Doc was getting one last
BLAST FROM THE PAST!...

      HAPPY HALLOWEEN to all... If you like this show me how much... I'd
just love to see!