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A Holiday Haunting: Part 3

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A Holiday Haunting: Part 3
Jack, Erin and Lucy deal with the final complication;

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Jack visits the Franklin Home.

Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't

take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his
bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same
shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood
and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack
noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents
bought the house.

He had to be in 1898. It was the only thing that made sense.

An older man walked into the room, but he didn't notice Jack

sitting on the chair. Again, Jack was quick to understand; he was the ghost
this time around. He couldn't touch anything, but could sit and stand, like
Erin after the s ance. Looking down, he found himself wearing the same clothes
before the ritual.

The older man looked like he was in his sixties, overweight

and balding salt and pepper hair. He reminded Jack of a railroad baron in old
westerns. He had these large sideburns that went down to his chin. Jack
couldn't help but stare at him. He guessed that the man was Jedediah Franklin.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood next to the fire. Jack could
hear him speaking to himself but couldn't make out what he was saying.

They were soon joined by another. A woman, in her sixties,

walked into the room. Stone-faced and with grey eyes, she looked miserable. She
was wearing this dark blue, nearly black ruffled dress that had this deep,
sweeping skirt. If the man was Jedediah Franklin, she had to be Alice Franklin.

She joined her husband at the fire and said, "Where is

Robert?"

"In the library," he answered.

"And that jezebel?"

"Fixing herself supper."

"She cannot stay. She talks about marriage."

"We cannot just force her out," Jedediah Franklin

said, staring at the fire.

"What? Let her marry your only son?"

He turned and glared at his wife, "You think I would

allow that Irish fucking whore to be part of this family? No, she must be
silenced. She cannot speak to anyone about this."

Alice Franklin slowly smiled and said, "Then we are at

agreement. But it must be tonight."

They both nodded and turned to watch the fire. Jedediah

Franklin snaked an arm around his wife's waist while she rested her head on his
shoulder. It would have looked like a heartwarming moment, but they were
planning a murder, and it just pissed off Jack even more. The way they talked
about death, so casual and just to avoid a minor scandal, disgusted Jack.

Needed to get away, Jack caught Erin walking past in the

hallway. He ran after her, following her into the kitchen.

"Erin? Erin?" He said, standing in front of her.

She didn't respond. It wasn't the Erin he knew. She had her

hair tied in a bun, her face disinterested and a little tired. She slowly
washed the dishes, staring dead-eyed at the water.

Jack then followed her as she went about with her chores. He

had called out for Erin, his Erin, but only got silence. Going back to the
alive-Erin, Jack got it. He needed to see her die, to understand what happened
to her. It made sense to him.

A younger man, looking like a mix of Jedediah Franklin and

weirdly enough for Jack, himself. Robert. Dressed in a black three-piece suit,
he didn't have his father's impressive muttonchops but a simple beard. Jack
watched him stare at Erin, taking in her every movement as she did her chores.

Erin was putting away a jar, leaning up to place it in a

cabinet when Robert approached her. He quickly trapped her in the corner of the
room. He smiled and said, "Erin."

She jolted, nearly dropping the jar. Erin then turned and

clutched her chest. "Oh Robert, you frightened me."

"I have to see you tonight." Robert stroked her

cheek and grinned. "In the attic?"

"Your mother and father?"

"Please," he replied.

Erin nodded.

Lucy's Post Coital.

Lucy shook awake. She was on Jack's bed, naked and warm. Her

hand slithered down her nude body, liking how it felt, stopping at her crotch.
A big dirty smile appeared on her face as Lucy slid her hand between her legs.
Jack's cum dripped out, coating her fingers and her thighs. The guy knew how to
fuck; she'd give him that. It was a hot show.

But Lucy turned her head and realized that she was alone. No

Jack. No Erin. She jumped off the bed and yelled their names. It was getting
close to two in the morning. Lucy ran to Jack's bathroom and cleaned herself
up, she usually would take her time with post-sex cleanup, but she rushed
through it. Lucy then emptied out her overnight bag and quickly got dressed.

Opening the grimoire, she tried to find clues on what had

happened. Sex magic and resurrecting the dead don't make people disappear.
Frantically flipping through the pages, this was not supposed to happen. Lucy
could feel her heart thumping, and her hands were trembling, where did she send
Erin and Jack.

She then heard a thud from downstairs, and Lucy stopped.

This was getting weird. Jack's parents, she realized. Fuck, if they were awake,
she will be in a lot of trouble.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucy yelled to herself and ran

out of the room.

An Attic Nightmere.

Jack had followed Robert upstairs to the attic. He struggled

to see how the space would be turned into his bedroom. A massive trunk, a
decrepit dollhouse and an ancient full-length mirror covered in rust were the
only things that filled the space. It looked more like a scene from a clich d
horror movie.

While Robert waited on Erin, Jack circled around him. He had

this vibe that Jack really hated. Like he was some entitled frat boy. Jack had
read about him, failed business ventures, multiple marriages, some for money.
Robert finally lost it all in 1929 and disappeared from public record.

They both turned, hearing someone coming up. Erin was

carrying a lantern as she walked to Robert, a big smile on her face. This
wasn't going to be pretty, Jack said to himself.

"Robert," she said, resting the lantern on the

trunk. Erin then gave him a long hug, wrapping her arms around him.

Robert just kept his arms by his sides and looked away. Jack

sighed, knowing that there was no point in getting angry.

She then kissed him and said, "I'm so sorry. I was a

fool and the drink got on me."

"It is fine, my darling." Robert then rested his

hand on her stomach. "Are you?"

"No. I am not with child." Erin glanced at this

hand and then back up, hopeful. "I want to be; with you."

"I wish that as well. But soon. I; we have dealings

that need to be cleared. But I wish it too. And when these deals;"

Jack couldn't watch Robert struggle to pacify Erin with

vague words anymore. He saw something move behind Erin. There was someone else.
The figure then struck Erin in the back of the head. It took a step closer,
Jedediah Franklin with a fireplace poker in his hands. Erin was on the floor,
bleeding but still alive. Her eyes focused on Robert, and she called out his
name. The elder Franklin aimed the poker and swung for the final blow.

He had to look away. Jack couldn't watch her die; it was too

much.

But there Erin stood, alongside Jack; her hair undone and

flowing and looking at him. Her apron was gone, and she had undone the first
two buttons of her shirt like before. Her face dropping and she raised a hand,
blocking her view of her own dead body.

"I always hated this moment. Watching my body handled

like meat," Erin said. Her tone was more of annoyance and disgust than
sadness.

"I'm so sorry."

Erin took his hand and held it close to her. "There's

nothing you could've done. This is where I was, whenever I wasn't with you.
Seeing my death over and over."

"Was that why you didn't want to believe in the

ritual?"

"Somewhat. While I couldn't touch anything, and

possibly be treated as some curiosity. I would have taken being a specter than
watch this again."

Alice Franklin had joined them in the attic. She held on to

the lantern as Jedediah and Robert lifted Erin's dead body, directing them down
the stairs. Jack visibly winced as he heard the Franklins mock Erin and ask if
someone should have done the last rites.

"There is something that I must tell you," Erin

said, taking a step closer. Their faces inches apart. "When Patrick died,
he lost all our money in a card game. I was told that I've become too old to
marry and I should just work. The Franklins gave me a job and I felt that was
it. Then I met Robert. I felt my life had begun again."

Erin gave a faint smile and carried on, "We courted for

a few months, until he took me while his mother and father were in New York.
Weeks passed and I thought that I was with child. I told him and he choked
me."

"I knew that I picked the wrong man. But still believed

that I could be something more than a maid through him. That he could take me
away from a bucket. Now I have you. You make me hopeful. What I want to say is
that I love you. I know I am this spirit and;

Jack interrupted her and said, "I love you too."

He grinned.

They kissed again. Erin wrapped her arm around his neck,

pushing herself against his chest. She parted her lips and moaned, welcoming
Jack's invading tongue. He had his hand resting on the small of her back, not
letting her go, and their tongues twirled.

Erin then broke their embrace. Her lips turned into a smirk;

she had a dirty idea. "Let's leave. I hated this room. Well, until it was
changed."

She then took him downstairs. Both were soon running and

laughing.

Erin pulled him into the master bedroom and pushed him onto

the bed. This room would later belong to Jack's parents. Thankfully for him and
his erection, the room was completely different in 1898. A lot of heavy
furniture, with drapes everywhere and a parquet floor. He was lying on the bed,
a four-poster bed that was made out of solid wood, while the mattress was very
soft and lumpy.

Erin crawled and laid next to him. She quickly got on top of

him and stared into his eyes, a small smile forming on her face. She pressed
her lips to his, swiftly parting them and sliding her tongue out. The tips of
their tongues met again, snaking over each other as their bodies grinded.

They tore through their clothing, ignoring any damage as

they got nude, Erin especially not caring at the state of her ripped uniform.
She wished to never see it again. Jack kissed down her neck and reached her
milky, perky tits. He instantly attacked them with his mouth, giving both nipples
considerable attention.

Erin's breathing was becoming more rapid; a deep, warm glow

rippled from her crotch. She pulled Jack up, her eyes drifted down, focusing on
his powerful erection. It was making her mouth water. She wanted another taste.
Her delicate, soft fingers wrapped around his heavy shaft, and she looked back
at Jack. Smirking at him.

Just like minutes, hours or maybe days before, Erin kneeled

in front of Jack's cock. She had no explanation for why he was here, in
purgatory with her, but if this was to be the end, she really wanted one more
taste of his cock. She made him groan as she brushed her lips against his
swollen head. Erin parted her lips, ready to suck on his tip, but stopped.

She looked up at Jack; he had this kind look, his eyes

dilated, and he just smiled back at her. Erin could feel herself glow, and she
went back to his cock, carefully guiding the head to her waiting mouth. She was
scared for a moment, missing Lucy's guiding voice. But soon, Erin's cravings
took over and she slurped on his tip, swirling her tongue around it.

Erin then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looked Jack

in the eye, slowly bobbing her head up and down. It was easier this time. Erin
felt more confident in swallowing his cock. She scooted forward, her perky tits
pressing on his balls as she took in another inch of his cock.

"Oh, god. Erin," Jack said, stunned. He couldn't

believe the change in Erin. She was swallowing more and more of his cock with
complete ease.

But they both stopped and looked up; they had a visitor.

Alice Franklin walked around the bed, going to the dresser, totally ignoring
them as she searched the drawers. Jack pulled his focus away from her to Erin;
she looked as confused as he was. She released his cock from her lips but slowly
stroked it as she stared at Mrs. Franklin.

Seconds passed, but there was no reaction from the older

woman. Jack waved at her and even Erin called her name, addressing her formally
as she used to do. But Mrs. Franklin didn't respond. She didn't just ignore
them; to them, it felt like couldn't see them at all.

Jack stroked Erin's chin and pointed to his cock. Erin

grinned and lowered her mouth down, sensually kissing the tip. She then ran her
tongue up and down the underside of his shaft before swallowing the head. Jack
moaned again. Erin firmly sucked on the head, slurping on it as her hand worked
the shaft. She had her eyes on him, watching Jack's contorted face. He loved
it.

Erin now hunched over Jack's cock, ready to take more of it.

She took him deeper and deeper, his head grazing the back of her throat. She
remembered Lucy's advice, taking it slow and breathe. Erin didn't gag, her
throat stretched out and eagerly taking his full length.

"Erin! Fuck. That feels so good."

Erin was ecstatic hearing those words and moaned on his cock.

She had her lips pressed against his crotch, completely buried and held him
there till her eyes started to water. Slowly, Erin pulled back and wrapped her
hand around his wet, drool-covered shaft, pumping her fist as she sucked on
Jack's throbbing tip. With her eyes locked on his, Erin bobbed her head on his cock.
She pulled her hand back and forced the rigid pole into her throat again.

Jack grunted in appreciation, shuddering as he felt her

tongue. He reached out, brushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
He couldn't believe it, a teenage crush that he was now in love with,
enthusiastically sucking on his cock. With his other hand, Jack grasped her
perky tits, squeezing the flesh to her delight.

Alice Franklin returned to the room, joined by Jedediah. But

both Jack and Erin didn't care. She stayed focus on his cock, moaning on his
shaft as she felt Jack pinch and pull her nipples. She actually wished the
Franklins could see her, sucking a penis in their bed.

"Oh god, Erin. I'm going to cum soon if you keep that

up."

Erin as tasted his precum, she remembered Lucy showing her

videos of women swallowing men's semen. Seeing those women and recalling when
she caught Lucy and Jack together, she was intrigued. She pondered the taste
and how it would feel.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth, beads of spit dripping

down the corner of her lips. Erin narrowed her eyes and said, "I want to
taste your cum, Jack."

Erin then stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She frantically

bobbed her head while pumping her fist along his veiny shaft. She would stop
for a moment, swirling her tongue over the sore head, then going back to
thrusting her mouth up and down. Erin knew that Jack was close; he was grunting
and shaking, his cock wildly twitching in her mouth.

"Oh, Erin. Fuck;"

Jack clenched his fists, wanting to grab something as he

released a torrid of cum in Erin's open mouth. Her eyes widened, but she kept on
stroking his cock, filling the back of her throat with more jizz. They both
groaned as more spurts erupted, hitting Erin in the lips and chin. Whatever
magic that brought him here had an effect on his penis; he'd never cum that
much. One more release, and Jack was done, collapsing on the bed.

Erin raised her head, looking at him and swallowed his load.

It tasted salty and unusual, but still, she craved more. Erin ran her fingers
over her chin and lips, scooping up blobs of his jizz before sticking her finger
in her mouth. She wanted to try that again.

Jack pulled her up and gently kissed her on the lips. As

Erin parted her lips and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, Jack wrapped
his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She pressed her tits
against his chest as their tongues dueled. Jack slid his hand down, feeling up
Erin's toned ass.

"That was perfect," Jack said, now kissing down

her neck.

"Thank; Oh," Erin replied, Jack's already erect cock.

"You feel passionate," she said, stroking his cock, "We should
try again? Dog-style?"

Jack grinned and said, "You mean doggy-style?"

"Okay," Erin laughed.

Jack smirked back at her, she's so cute. He then slowly

pushed Erin down, getting on top of her. His cock was already incredibly hard,
painfully hard, rubbing against her thigh. He had never recovered this quickly
after cumming. Jack just chalked it up to the sex magic.

He broke their kiss and sat up. Reaching behind him, Jack

grabbed a couple of pillows; both were very soft and lumpy. How did people in
the nineteenth century sleep? Erin then gave him instant command of her body
and Jack shifted her, so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her
shoulder and smirked back at him.

He leaned over, quickly kissed her and said, "This is

doggy-style." Jack then wedged the pillows under her stomach.

Now staring at her tight, pert ass, Jack could swear that

his cock grew another inch. He slipped his fingers between Erin's thighs,
amazed at how wet she felt. Erin moaned as Jack teased her, slipping a finger
deep past her lips. He added another one, sliding them further pass her moist
folds. Over the sounds of her whimpers, Jack slowly thrust his fingers.

He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned his tip at

the entrance of her pussy. Erin groaned as she felt the bulb of his cock rub up
against her swollen pussy lips. Inhaling, Jack slid his cock into her cunt in
one long, slow push. Erin grunted and moaned as she felt Jack's hard cock
invade her pussy again.

"Oh, yes; Jack!" Erin threw her head back and

moaned in appreciation.

Remembering how tight she felt around his cock, Jack left

his cock deep inside her for a while. The tightening of her cunt caressed his
cock, making him shake with delight. There was a mirror in front of them; there
were several around them, and Erin nodded her head. She wanted more. Jack
pulled his cock out till just his pulsating head was being clutched by her
pussy. He then gently thrust it back in, getting another moan from Erin.

"More," Erin yelled.

Nodding his head, Jack grabbed her soft tits. He tugged on

her nipples, while picking up the pace of his strokes. Erin let out another
cry, sounding like she wanted it faster. It didn't take her long to push her
ass back, meeting every one of Jack's powerful thrusts. Her pussy tightened
around his shaft, giving him an indescribable feeling as he fucked harder and
faster.

Erin was now trembling and shaking. She would let out a

short yelp after each hard thrust. Then someone else entered the room, Robert.
He must have been back after staging her accident. The hatred she had for him,
her love for Jack, and the lush sensation of his cock, fueled another orgasm
for the night.

"Oh yes; Oh yes; Oh Lord yes!" Erin cried out in a

high-pitch tone. Jack drove his rampant cock all the way into her, over and
over again, just as fast as she wanted. She was breathless and quivering; her
body was on fire, never been filled like this before.

Jack held her tightly, ignoring her cries, and rammed his

raging cock. She was getting close. Robert was now standing in front of them,
facing Jack. He wished that piece of shit could see them.

Erin moaned again, tightly gripping Mrs. Franklin's sheets,

panting. She arched her back and gritted her teeth. Her eyes rolled back,
slamming her hips backwards, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Jack's
mauling cock. Erin howled in delight, her fingers ripping the bedsheet, much to
her delight, as she spasmed in an orgasmic frenzy. She crashed forward,
whimpering as she trembled in post-climax high.

Jack held on her ass tightly, still plunging his cock in and

out of her soaked, velvet pussy

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