|The Beach House (standard:horror, 2008 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Dec 08 2015||Views/Reads: 552/378||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The vacationers visit Florida and it turns deadly.|
The vacation cottage you rented for the summer has a locked room, which you break into and... As the lock broke open, that the door opened with a slow creaking sound, the hinges rusted by the lack of use and a lone stairwell disappears into the darkness below. It was such a summer in 1969 that we found such a room in our house, our cottage we rented in South Florida. My buddy, my girlfriend, his spouse and I, all hopped into the car from Nashville, Tennessee, and together we traversed miles of roads to the promised land of Fort Lauderdale Florida. It would be a trip that we would never forget of the worst chaos in the history of any vacation that we had ever spent in Florida in a rented guest house. But set the Way back machine to three weeks prior to today, and I was sitting on the couch with a beer watching the tube when my buddy Joseph called, I had just settled in to watch the Chicago Cubs, take on the local team in MLB. I had just popped open my beer and took a swig as my girlfriend, Susan came dressed in a bikini, coming from the pool trying to beat the typical muggy Tennessee Heat. “You got my beer there honey?” My girlfriend asked, and I nodded, turning my body to grab it and hand it to her as she rounded the couch. She is quite the special girl, having been with her since High School and through college together, we were living together in Nashville for a year I turned my attention to the game on the television. Until the phone rang a moment later and annoyed that I picked up the receiver. “Yello!:” I scoffed quickly into the receiver, “It's your nickel.” “Sam, it's me, Joe!” My buddy told me, and I gasped, waving at Sue to hit the pause button on the TEVO, pausing the live stream of Baseball. “Honey! It's Joe!” I said excitedly, I had not seen him since we were Seniors in High School over five years ago, playing for the Tennessee Falcons. It is here he met Jill, his now wife, and I met Sue my girlfriend. “Joe! Old buddy. How the hell are ya!” I said brightly. “Not bad, not bad.” He replied, “The reason I am calling, it's our wedding Anniversary coming up and we rented a place in Florida and wanted to know if you and Sue would like to go share it with us for a week. No bills just us, and we can spend some time together.” “Joe is asking if we want to go to Florida on a road trip to share their wedding Anniversary together.” I said to Sue, and she smiled brightly. “Oh can't we?” She replied, “I have been dying to see Disney world and try on my new bikini I got with you just in mind.” “I don't know, Joe.” I replied, “How long are we going to be gone?” “A week, plus two weekends....” Joe replied. “I was thinking to drive it; the beach house is up on the middle of Florida near Jacksonville. Think you can get a week off and two weekends from that job of yours to come to Florida?” “I know I can swing it, I don't know about Sue.” I quipped, “Sue, honey think you can get a week off from work and school to go to Florida?” “Spring break is in a week, Honey.” Sue replied, as she adjusted the swimsuit, letting her tits waggle in the dim light of the Apartment. “I think we have a date.” I said, and Joe, I could hear, was chatting with his wife Jillie in the background which there was a cheer in the background. “We'll bring the beer and the suntan oil!” Joe joked and I hung up. I embraced Susan, grasping her butt and reaching from my cold beer, to place it in the waistband of her bikini. “Hey!” She screamed playfully, as she put a thumb over the top of her beer to shake it, making a stream of yellow beer spray all over me. I Click here to read the rest of this story (165 more lines)
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