Real Estate Nightmare · Part 1 (1/2)
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Story from the 2018 Halloween Special Carmen Valentina is an actual person. Ms. Valentina is in the adult industry and has worked with many sites such as Hunter's Lair and Cumbots as well as having her own site. She is very cute, is quite a good actress, and apparently can hold her breath an extraordinary length of time. I have never met her and doubt I ever will. My misfortune. She is in a pair of videos from a youtube channel called AquaMedia (videos primarily about women in water) called "I Have A Bad Feeling About This 2", the second video has the same name and an alternate ending where things don't end up as well as in the first.
In the videos, similar to this story, she is a real estate agent checking out a house to potentially sell. She finds a bunch of junk in the backyard pool, drops off her pumps (she's dressed in a nice white shirt, black short skirt and hose) and she is in the pool and in the process of fishing the junk out of the pool when water hoses from the bottom of the pool grab her and pull her under. The remainder of the video is her struggling (she does a good job, it must be pretty hard to act out being in a fight for your life with a possessed water hose while fully underwater) and in the first finally getting out of the pool and escaping and the other where she doesn't.
Anyway it's PG although very sexy. If you wanted to see more of her than in the video, there's lots of her on the internet, she has her own site and there are other obvious places..
Anyway, those videos served as inspiration for the story. No endorsement of any kind by anyone is implied or anything else except for my endorsement that Carmen is a gorgeous woman.
It was an unusual assignment. Thought Carmen, but she went by Carly. She was 24 and worked as a real estate agent in the largest town in the area. Her down-the-back feathered long blond hair, trim curvy figure, pert bust and long legs of course helped her in her sales and she had plenty of business where she lived. She normally checked the government lists for forced sales and had noted this one house in a smaller town about an hour away from her normal haunts. It seemed like easy money, the market was up for houses like that over there, it was a mystery why someone more local hadn't already turned it and made the money but she didn't know anyone else in the industry in that city, so she shrugged. Their loss, her gain.
She contacted the current deed holder whose first name was Charles. He explained he was the son of the former resident who died in a freak accident around four months ago. The house was fine, had a pool in the back yard and woods behind the property but he really didn't recommend she take the assignment. She pressed him for why and he said that several others had tried and nobody currently was willing to try to market, or even go on the property. She balked at that and asked him why.
He hesitated for a moment then admitted that his father was into the occult, apparently a lot more than he had realized before his father's passing, and he had been told the house was haunted and had run off the other real estate agents. "Ms. Valentina, I don't want you to become involved with this property, and if you knew what I knew you wouldn't come within ten miles of it. I can give you the numbers of two other realtors who can give you their own reasons why. Don't go near it. It's haunted."
She laughed and told him that she didn't worry about such things: a house was a house. She could hear his shrug through the phone. He agreed the properly needed to be sold to meet the tax lien, and if she really felt that way… He gave her the code to the key box on the front door and wished her luck.
She took off to inspect the property early the next morning. She was smartly yet sexily dressed as she always was in a tight white blouse that curved and hugged her breasts, a short black skirt with black pumps and tan pantyhose that showed off her long legs to best advantage. She didn't know who I'd run into, possibly the son, and as always wanted to make a strong impression.
The ride was nice, the freeway and then the state road quiet, relaxing. It was nice to get out here away from the hustle of the city. Soon she was turning down a road and then a little thereafter found the property. It had a short driveway and front yard, the house with a six-foot brick wall around the back enclosing the back yard and pool area, and woods behind the property line as far as the eye could see, from the map at least a few miles. It was on one edge of a housing block that had been set into the woods, or maybe the woods had been cleared to make room for the houses. There were neighbors on each side, signs of life and people. It seemed like an ideal place for a young family or maybe an older couple who wanted to retire near to the woods.
The gate into the driveway was locked as she had been warned, so she parked on the street and walked in the front yard. The fifty feet or so to the front door was no problem in her 3-inch heels, the path was paved, the yard well-kept and neat, the house exterior clean. It looked good so she fired up her tablet and ordered the police reports and city history on the property, it would take about ten minutes to download so she planned to walk through the property while that happened.
The inside of the house was dark, but about what could be expected for a house that hadn't been lived in for a quarter. There were blank spots on the wall where probably pictures or things had been and removed, that was reasonable; she could pick up stuff cheaply to cover them, no problem. The house did have an eerie feeling about it, cold even though it was a warm late-autumn day outside. She found a door that looked like it led to the basement but it was locked and a quick search did not turn up a key. But it was weird. She had a nagging, background feeling that she wasn't wanted here and that she really, really wasn't wanted in the basement.
She caught herself, and chided herself. 'What are you thinking, Carly? You've been doing this for five years, still a little girl afraid of what? Ghosts?'
The longer she stayed in the house, the creepier it got. The master bedroom was clean, neat, a little dusty, yet had the same sort of creepy feeling the basement door had given her. All in all she was happy to slip out the side door and exit the house to check out the back yard and the pool.
The pool, unlike the rest of the house, was a mess. There was all sorts of trash in it, packing stuff, styrofoam, and what looked like water hoses down there. Good grief, what had happened here? She spotted the pool sweep, floating near the shallow edge. If she could get it she could fish the junk out of the pool here and now. She sighed as she left her phone and tablet on a chaise lounge at the side of the pool, then slipping off her pumps she carefully stepped on to the first step on the shallow end.
Yeah, her hose was going to get wet, but her skirt was short and with luck she could keep it dry, and even if she couldn't she could just hang out in the back yard and read the reports while things dried. The fences were cinder block and high, and she didn't hear a sound from the neighbors on either side which was a positive. The water was warm but not too warm, felt good around her legs and she flirted with the thought of just skinny-dipping. It'd make getting all the crap out of the pool that much easier.
It took a while, but she got everything fished out. The hoses, there were five of them, if you could believe it, five, in the bottom of the swimming pool. All the trash had been thrown away or put by the dumpster and her skirt, only a little wet at the hem, was already pretty well dried.
She settled into the chaise lounge, wiggling her toes through the hose, enjoying the gentle warm breeze running through the air. She thought about taking the hose off, nobody to impress here today, but decided to wait, probably for the drive home. She looked through the reports, the city and county paperwork was routine. Except for the lien for back taxes there was nothing there. But the police reports stopped her cold.
There was nothing prior to the death of the father, but afterward… there were a string of six reports, three were DOAs here on the grounds, over the last four months two women had been found drowned in the swimming pool with their belongings either in the house or at pool side and no signs of a struggle found on the properly or on their bodies. The third had fallen down the basement steps and had died before she was considered missing and then discovered. And three men who were last seen or known to be coming to the property were missing up until today. All were realtors who were trying to sell the property.
In the reports was noted two other female realtors, who had been to the property and would give absolutely no contributions to the investigations. The reports noted that the women appeared scared silly and would not even speak of the property nor go near it, even with police escort.
She shivered, remembering the son's warning for her to not sell the property. She looked over to the pool where two dead women had been found in the last four months. Ugh! She had been in that pool! She suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. She could read the rest of the reports at a Starbucks somewhere.
She slipped her heels back on and started for the side gate when it happened. Out of nowhere, one of the hoses wrapped itself around her chest and pulled her backward, sending her sprawling to the deck on her back and her bag to the ground with a thud. Part of her was dazed, could not believe what was happening, inanimate objects like hoses didn’t do this! She started to struggle, to try to roll over and to stand and found it was too late. Other hoses had wrapped and knotted themselves around her ankles and then stretched her feet far apart, making it impossible to stand or even roll off her back.
She felt herself being pulled by the elastic in the hoses, toward the pool, the deadly water, her hands reaching for the wall, the house, anything but finding nothing to grab on to. Her feet were only a foot or two short of being in the water. As she struggled two other hoses came for her wrists and despite her efforts soon were knotted around them and then they pulled her wrists far apart, leaving her on her back in a spread-eagle. Just as she took a deep breath for a tremendous scream, the last hose looped itself into her mouth, gagging her, and the scream was muted enough to most likely be useless. But what really scared her was another part of the hose in her mouth knotted itself around her neck and closed tightly. Very tightly. She couldn't at all scream, she could barely breathe.
And she struggled. She now knew what happened to the two women found at the bottom of the swimming pool. All these hoses had to do was to drag her under the water and Carly would be number three. She pulled hard against the hoses holding her ankles and wrists. After a second, they stretched much harder, and she could no longer move at all. She gave up the thought of screaming and was surprised that the hose around her neck loosened enough for her to breathe. What the hell was happening? Who was controlling these hoses?
She heard a noise, footsteps. She looked up and saw a younger man, maybe a few years older than her, and he looked really sad. He may have been a neighbor who heard all the crashing. She felt a sense of relief that ebbed fast as he took no action to get her free of the hoses. What the hell was he thinking? Couldn't he see?
He spoke and it stopped her in her tracks. "You must be Carly Valentina, yes?" The voice sounded like the son of the previous resident.
The hose loosened out of her mouth. It wouldn't take a second for it to gag her again and other parts of that hose was still wrapped around her throat loosely: The threat was clear. She looked up at him. "You must be Charles. Could you help me get loose of these things?" She shook her wrists for emphasis.
"No??? Why not?"
"I want to save your life."
She stopped at that. OK, maybe she fell asleep on the chaise lounge and someone had spiked her latte. Waking up from this to find a normal back yard would be real good. But nothing happened. "I don't understand."
"I tried to warn you off, Carly. I tried to tell you not to come here. This house is haunted and it does not want to be sold. It has killed several of the people who have come here to sell it. But I have found, if we play our cards right, you won't get added to the list."
"Don't be stupid. Untie these hoses, let me go, I'll buy you lunch."
He just smiled sadly. "The first woman I found trapped here, I tried to do that. A shovel clocked me so hard out of nowhere that I blacked out and when I came to she was at the bottom of the swimming pool, dead."
She felt the hoses on her ankles tighten, like it was thinking of dragging her toward the water. "OK, don't do that." The pressure on her ankles ebbed away.
"So what in the hell is this?" She asked.
He sat down on the chaise lounge beside her. "I think I need to give you the full story. My father was deep, deep into the occult. The basement is full of strange things, the ones I recognize creep the hell out of me, the others… anyways."
"Seven women and three men have tried to sell this property. Except for two of the women they have all either died or gone missing. The men just disappear and we've never found traces of them. The women…"
"Wait." Carly interrupted. "I read the police reports. Only three women died here."
Charles shook his head sadly. "No, for different reasons the police don’t associate the other two with here. Both are still considered missing persons. One I don't know about,” he stopped to draw a breath “the other I wish I didn't. But two women have been found dead at the bottom of the pool and one was found dead with a broken neck in the basement."
"Oh. What happened to them?"
"I get a phone call. From here, from the house. The first time it happened I came over here and found the first woman, Angie, pretty much like you are. She was screaming as loud as one can with a garden hose gagging their mouth. I tried to get the hoses off her. We had gotten one wrist loose when I was knocked out with a shovel. When I came back to she was naked and dead at the bottom of the pool."
"Naked?"
"Yes. All three women were naked when their bodies were found. With no sign of a struggle and the clothes they had been wearing nowhere to be found."
"Go on."
"The second woman, Julie, I didn't try to free. While she was stretched out tight like you are a pair of garden shears came out of the shed and on their own sliced the front of her shirt open. It stopped like that, and I felt a compulsion, instructions, to touch and squeeze her breasts. I told her that and started to move toward her, but she fought. In the middle of the fighting all the sudd
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