Haunted Housing

[sliceitwithwind]

In any given town there is always at least one house with a Certain Reputation. In the case of their town the house had two reputations, making it an excellent place for teenagers of all kinds to go hang out.

Yup, the local abandoned house was a haunted brothel. Drab on the outside, but the tales of the inner furnishings promised over-abundant decadence, and it was something of a rite of passage to go there. Break in during the day for hanky-panky, stay overnight for courage.

The brothel had been abandoned a good thirty years before, but nobody could ever figure out, through the tangle of legal red tape, who even had the right to tear it down. So it sat out on the inland edges of town.

Which is of course why Braig decided that since he and Dilan were back from college for the first break, they needed to drag Aya along to the haunted brothel as a bonding activity to make sure she knew that they still were a trio.

Cue camping gear, dusk, and Dilan giggling nervously.

Comments

[mitochondriaaya]

She turned spits of meat then fell back into the natural 'pet the lap kitty' bit. It didn't matter that her knees were boney now, she still had a lap! "Well, you are right about that. I guess I won't tell people unless I'm getting tortured or something then." Because she wasn't going to make a promise without some limits!

"Oooo, yeah, I have to know about those things soon." So these stories were important? "And knowing how armed to be when I go..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's fair." the boys allowed with Braig adding, "You're way more important than any secret."

Dilan grinned at Braig, and Braig started in on horror stories about cramped dorm rooms, bad roommates (some of their friends have them), and getting all the wrong classes.