Thank you for your kind comments! They make this even more fun than it already is…
This part picks up immediately after Part II ends. I hope (fingers crossed) to post the next two parts over the holiday weekend.
The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part III
“Ya think?,” Lila said. “We just got turned on by watching our twin daughters having sex and we followed it up with earth-shattering sex of our own. We sure as hell need to talk.”
“I think there’s more going on here than just that.”
“What do you mean?”
I sighed. I had been married to this woman for over two decades. We knew each other intimately. We knew each other’s thoughts, each other’s deepest fears, each other’s fantasies. There was no way I could withhold what I experienced just an hour before.
“Something happened up in the attic, right before I came into the bathroom when you were in the tub.”
I trailed off and took a deep breath. Lila looked concerned.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. I reached up and turned on the light, holding out my wrists. The rope burns were still visible.