Hermit's Hole Part 2
About two hours later, the fire was nothing but burning embers.. Randy and I were making out, and he had just started to feel me up. Not wanting to commit to anything that I would later regret, I had to come up with an excuse and quick. I had him right where I wanted him and I couldn’t afford to lose my courage now… not when I was so close…
Pulling away, I took his hand from under my shirt and held it tenderly in mine. Leaning in, he murmured, “What’s wrong?”, as his lips gently nibbled my ear.
Saying the first thing that came to mind, I asked, “Is that myth about the Hermit true?” My voice still deep and husky with passion.
“Who cares,” he replied; kissing my neck tenderly.
Placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him lightly away; causing him to stop and look longingly at me. “I care,” I replied, “about you. I want you to take me…”
“I want you as well”, he replied.
“…but not here… I continued; barely hearing what he had said.
“Where then?”, he asked.
“The hermit’s hole.” I replied.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I said, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Give me five minutes; then come after me if you dare.” Jumping up, I grabbed my flashlight and took off towards the direction of the hole; knowing that he couldn’t help but come to me….
Five minutes later, Randy stood up and began to make his way towards the Hermit’s Hole. Something was off about this whole thing, he thought. ‘Here was a situation that most men would jump at without a second thought; a beautiful woman who was practically begging to be bedded. Yes she was a bit weird- but that just added to the excitement- to her allure. And yet… all of this seemed too good to be true.’ Pushing these thoughts aside, he said to himself, ‘Randy, you think too much. You’re about to get laid; and so what if she’s a bit weird- the best ones are.’
Reaching the Hermit’s hole, Randy shined his flashlight around the area, and even in the hole itself; but Jones was nowhere to be seen. Calling her name, Randy waited for a reply. But none came.
Thinking that he had been stood up, Randy mumbled, ‘Figures. All tease but no brawn- typical girl.’ Hearing a noise that sounded like heavy breathing, Randy turned around in time to see a crowbar connecting with his head. Everything went black.
As he came swimming back to the world through pea-soup fog; he heard a female voice call out “Master Ouija, answer me.” As things became clearer, Randy realized that the voice belonged to Jones. Trying to move, he found that he was bound tight to a tree trunk.
Jones called again, “Master Ouija, answer me.”
A board suddenly rose in the air, as black mist began to seep from it. As the mist settled; it formed into a figurine. A voice dripping with evil and malice boomed, “Who dares summon me?”
Tentatively, Jones approached, paused for a brief moment and replied “It is I. I brought you a sacrifice as you demanded. Please release my sister as you promised.”
Jones was at first met with silence then the figurine replied, “A virgin is still needed…. You’ll do nicely.”
Backing away, Jones stuttered, “You… Promised.”
A sickening laugh flowed from the figurine as it broke itself in two; enveloping Jones and Randy. It fed and fed. Quenching all light; it brought an onslaught of despair and fear that ended their lives with day’s first light.
