GHOST STORY Inheritance
Written by
Eugene Marvin
-aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________
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ELLINGBERG, PA
I inherited a mansion from relatives I never knew I was related to! I was contacted by lawyers of the estate, saying that I was the last recorded heir to The Wadsworth's Manor in Ellingberg Pennsylvania!
I'd never even heard of Ellingberg Pennsylvania, let alone The Wadsworth family! Apparently my great great grandfather was the illegitimate child of Henry Wadsworth [having fucked one of his black female servants], and sent the maid off to have the child far away from his `white' family and untarnished reputation! Eventually The Wadsworth bloodline ceased to exist, as their children and grandchildren turned out to be lesbians and homosexuals who never procreated [what the lawyers didn't tell me I learned off the internet]!
So as the LAST living descendant to the heir, I: Thurman Woodgrave (20y/o college dropout) was inheriting a 5 million dollar estate! The CATCH was there was no money, just property, and the house was so OLD and rundown that it would take a fortune to get back up and running [how ironic]!
The lawyers handed me the deed and the keys, telling me that I was likely to start getting a lot of offers to sell the property if I didn't want to live there, saying that the township was looking to tear the property down and build a mini-mall and shopping area for the community! I could walk away with a lot of money!
They also asked to represent me if I wanted to sell!
I went home to my one bedroom apt in Philly, and gave it a lot of thought! I was the great great great descendant of Henry Wadsworth, the black sheep of the family they never wanted to acknowledge..., and now I owned the entire property! If I was going to sell the house, then I needed to see exactly what I was giving up! I decided [since I was between jobs and on unemployment anyway] to go out to Ellingberg to see the house for myself! I packed up my little Toyota Camry, taking only the essentials with me [flashlight, camera, cell phone, bottled water], and took the 3hr drive out to Ellingberg Pa, driving through a lot of open farm land and small hick towns [and dozens of shopping centers]!
Of course I got stopped by the local police [while driving Black], detained and questions me about where I was heading...?...but not before the `white' officer (Riordan) made me get OUT of the car to search it for illegal drugs and/or weapons!
Do we ALL have to be drug dealers? Sheesh!
After finding nothing on me OR in my car, he asked what was I doing in that part of town, so far away from Philly...? I informed him that I'd just inherited property there, and was going to take a look at it!
"The old Wadsworth house...?" he questioned, looking at me skeptically [as my last name `Woodgrave' didn't match up]! I explained that I was a great descendant of a servant whom Henry Wadsworth impregnated and sent away!
I was definitely part of the bloodline!
"OH! Okay...!" said Riordan (6'1", 200lbs w/a definite muscular build, short blonde hair, dark shades, clean square jaw with a slight blonde mustache), handing me back my driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance], letting me get back in the car! "You be CAREFUL going through that old abandoned house alone..." he advised, "...nobody's lived there in YEARS! Could be a lot of WOOD ROT going on in that house! Could be very dangerous!" he warned [almost as if trying to purposely scare me]!
I thanked him [politely] for the warning, then put my car in drive and headed on about MY business! Now that stop could have gone completely LEFT had I not kept my head about me and talked to the officer with an even temper, even though my civil rights were being violated without cause! But since I was in a hick town, on HIS turf, and had nothing to hide, I kept was able to keep my head about me [literally]!
About 10 minutes later I found the single road leading to The Wadsworth Manor, a single long steam mailbox with the name `Wadsworth' printed in peeling paint! I turned down the dirt path [leading away from the main road] and drove through a cluster of trees until the house started to come into all its eerie view!
It was huge home, 2 stories, 4 grand pillars out front, holding up the balcony which I assumed belonged to the master bedroom! The windows were mostly all boarded up, with vines attacking the house all the way up to the roof! It definitely looked like something straight out of a Stephan King novel; some old haunted house housing an ancient evil spirit!
I pulled my trusty old Toyota up in front and got out of the car with my backpack and camera, snapping photos of the place to put up online when I got back home! Having keys, I walked up the front steps and unlocked the double doors, pushing my body into them to force them open! The doors creaked open slowly, as light from the outside [what could make it through the trees] started to illuminate the inside!
The place was dark and dusty, all the old furnishings [everything] covered in sheets! Whoever owned the place before me had intended to return, eventually! I pulled out my flashlight and started into the house, starting with the foyer which lead into the hallway and going all the way through to the back of the house! There was a grandfather clock [under sheets] and some sitting chairs [for waiting visitors]! The living room was to my left, with old furniture and what looked like a grand piano covered in sheets! The boarded window kept most of the light out of the house, only giving off shards of light through the gaps in the boards! It was definitely eerie!
The library was to the right of the house [opposite the living room], with seating areas to read and old books stacked 9 shelves high! You needed a latter to reach the top! The ceiling were high, with chandeliers in every room [living room, dining room, library, AND the foyer]! In back of the library was the den, which could be made into a home office or sorts! Behind the living room was the dining room, with a formal table with 10 chairs for entertaining! The kitchen was huge, which was where the servants [like my great great great grandmother] prepared the family's meals! I could just picture her at the stove trying to cook, while Henry Wadsworth was staring at her from the doorway, thinking of ways to get his white `cock' in her mouth!
Behind the kitchen was a vast backyard, when an old muddy swimming pool and a shed in the distance! Behind the dead looking trees I could see a lake just behind the property! I took pictures of everything, trying to imagine what it all must have looked like in its heyday!
Now for upstairs!
There were 2 ways to get upstairs, the backstairs leading up from the kitchen..., and the main stairs, going up both sides of the north and south walls! Both stairways walls were covered in portraits, unhappy looking white people who were no longer with us! I read a few of the names as I ascended the stairs, sons, grandsons, uncles and fathers! There were only MALE pictured on the stairs, which make me wonder WHERE all the women portraits were...?
The second floor had 5 bedrooms, including the master's! The master bedroom was humongous, with a gigantic canopy bed and old fashion furniture that looked like it took years to carve by hand! The view from the balcony would be as far as the eye could see, if it weren't for the clutter of trees blocking the view! The master bedroom had its own private [his and hers] baths, which was decorated for a male AND a female!
The other 4 rooms were smaller, but still pretty big [as big as my apartment back home]! I took pictures of each room, and the 2 bathrooms on the floor! I noticed small cracks in the walls, which indicated decay and a shift in the house's foundation! Without repairs, it would definitely start to crumble soon!
I noticed a door leading up to the attic, but it was locked! None of the keys on my keychain seemed to fit! I couldn't help but wonder WHAT was upstairs? But the sun was already starting to set, and it was starting to get dark in house, AND I still had a 3hr drive back home..., so I decided to cut my visit short!
I headed back downstairs [bypassing the portraits], seeing my car parked outside..., when the front door suddenly SLAMMED shut on me! I stopped in my tracks, feeling my heart suddenly lodged in my chest! I panned the flashlight around, looking to see if I saw anyone [natural OR unnatural] lurking about...?...then I proceeded down the steps to the front door, reaching for the doorknob...!
I twisted the knob and it turned with no problem [making me believe the WIND must have caused the door to slam shut]! I pulled the door open..., then was greeted with a dark shadowy figure standing on the porch!
"OHSHIT!" I yelled out loud [startled]...!...finding a strange black man waiting for me!
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he apologized, turning around to face me! "...I didn't mean to scare you! I was just passing by and saw your car on the property! I'm Joe Danvers, I used to be the handyman here..." he introduced, politely! "...a LONG time ago!" he added, realizing the house hadn't been lived in in ages!
Joe looked to be in his early 40's [if that], (5'10 or 11", 175 or 80lbs, brown-skin, w/a small bush and a hairy face)! I figured IF he worked here it must have been like 20yrs ago, when he was 20 himself!
"Okay..." I said, stepped out onto the porch! "...I'm Thurman, I just inherited the place!"
"OH! Lucky YOU!" smiled Joe, as I closed the door behind me [to lock up]!
"I don't know HOW lucky I am..." I said, putting the key back in the lock until I heard it click! "...the place needs a lot of WORK..., and money didn't come with the inheritance!"
"Old houses like THIS one were meant to stand the test of time...!" said Joe, looking up at the pillars and the balcony overhead! He banged the side of his fist into the pillar for sturdiness! "This place will stand here for another 100 years!" he assured!
Then he turned back towards me, grinning! "If you happen to NEED a handyman..., I work pretty cheaply!" he offered!
"Oh, thanks..." I said, having not given ANY thoughts to renovating at all! "...I'm not really SURE I'll be needing your services..." I said, pulling out my cell phone! "...but I'll take you number just in case...!"
"Oh, I don't have a phone..." said Joe, as I looked at him confused [WHO doesn't carry a cell phone in this day and age]...? "...I'm not too far away though..." he added, pointing just beyond the trees [to another house nearby I assumed]! "...I'll come back through if I see your car! OR you could just leave me a NOTE on the door if you need me to fix anything! I do it all; plumbing, wirings, refurbishing, roofing, you name it! We could work out a payment plan later!"
"Thank! I'll keep that in mind!" I said, as I headed for my car!
"Can I give you a LIFT anywhere?" I asked politely, seeing no other cars in the area!
"No, no thank you! I'm just through those woods!" he pointed!
"Okay!" I said, getting in my car, grateful not to have to fight for my life [I'd seen enough scary movies to know scenes like this could have gone SOUTH real quick]!
I started my engine and waved goodbye, just as Joe started heading off into the woods!
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The drive home seemed quicker than the drive out to Ellingberg! I'd never been more happy to see my one bedroom apartment! I immediately ordered something to eat from delivery [a pizza with extra sausage'], then stripped off my clothes to jump in the shower, needing to wash off those cobwebs I brought back with me from the manor! But before I could make it into the tub, my delivery was calling with my order! That was FAST' -I thought to myself, as I threw a towel around my waist and ran down to catch him at the door!
The delivery guy was kinda cute (6'1" or so, tall, slim, dark-skin with a definite THUG demeanor about him)! He was staring me up and down kinda hard, while I fumbled through my wallet for his money and a tip! I'm ain't gonna lie, I had a pretty NICE body myself (6'0", 170lbs w/a dark-brown complexion, clean face and tight close cut fade)! I used to play BALL in college, but had to drop out due to injury! While I couldn't play on a college level anymore, I still ran ball on occasion, keeping my body in shape!
I handed dude the money I owed plus a $5 tip! He looked down at the money funny..., then looked back up at ME like I was crazy!
"What's this shit...?" he asked!
I looked confused!
"$10 for the pizza, plus $5 tip!" [duh]!
"Nigga you asked for a `sausage pizza wit EXTRA meat'...!" he quoted correctly, grabbing his DICK through his crotch! "That's $10 for the pizza, and $50 for THIS meat!" he informed [having some kind of SEX ring over the phone]!
"ohshit..." I gasped, unaware I ordered DICK with my pizza! "...I'm sorry man..., I didn't realize yall were selling dick! I only wanted a pizza with extra sausage!" I explained!
Dude looked at me like he wanted to kick my teeth in!
"So you don't want THIS DICK?" he asked bluntly, showing me the swelling sausage in his pants! I couldn't help staring down at it, as it began to press out, making a definite imprint [through the pants AND on me]!
"I...can't afford it!" I regretted, standing in the doorway with my pizza and a towel!
"Shit..." he responded, looking around [as if unsure what to do next]! "...you got me all horned up thinkin' I'm bout to get some good-ass HEAD n'shit!" he complained [still holding his dick]!
Then he turned back towards me...! "How bout you suck it anyway...?" he offered! "Freebee from the house!" he said, stepping up into my doorway, closing the front door behind him!
I looked STUNNED, as I backed away into the foyer! He pocketed the money for the pizza, then started undoing his pants, hoisting out his big hard 9" uncut dick, stroking it before my very eyes!
"Well nigga...? Wussup?" he asked, as I dropped my pizza box on the ground, then fell to my knees in front of him, replacing his stroking hand with my mouth!
"Yeah nigga, suck that dick!" he moaned, cupping the back of my head with one hand and pressing my face in closer to his groin [trying to make me swallow his dick whole]!
I wasn't a bad dick-sucker, I'd sucked my share of big dick, starting with my first boyfriend in HS! But I wasn't exactly a PRO! I managed about HALF of his dick in my mouth before I started to GAG! I felt his dickhead touch against the start of my throat, as my throat muscles locked up to keep him out! He pulled and pulled on my head, trying to get me to deep throat him [there in the stairwell], but I couldn't get past the first 4 or 5 inches, doing my best to give him a good blowjob!
I watched as he reached his free hand under his shirt to feel his slim muscular body up and tweak his own nipples while watching me choke on his dick!
"C'mon man, deepa..." he encouraged, still trying to force more meat in my mouth! "...just a lil' deepa...!...you can do it! All you faggots swallow dick good! C'mon!" he ordered, impatiently!
"I'm not a `faggot'...!" I argued [insulted], pulling off his dick, staring up at him boldly!
"I ain't MEAN nothin' by it..." he said [sounding apologetic], stroking his erection once it was freed from my mouth! "...most dudes like me to talk rough to `em..." he explained, "...helps with the fantasy I guess!"
I silently accepted his non-apology, as I leaned in and re-took his dick back in my mouth to finish him off! Knowing I couldn't deep throat, I latched my mouth midway about his dick, then grasped the bottom half of his prick with my fist and started jacking him while I sucked!
"Yeah baby..." he moaned, getting back into it as I started to suck/jack him off eagerly! "...eat that dick up, babee...! Suck it! You want that extra sauce...?" he asked, as I moaned `yes', not really paying him any attention!
I was really getting into it, sucking and stroking simultaneously, sliding my hand and mouth in unison, stroking his uncut shaft while suckling at the juicy head, my free hand holding onto the door behind him for leverage, as I worked his dick like a full time job!
"Fuck boy..." he groaned, using both hands now to tweak his erect nipples, twisting and turning them roughly while I sucked and stroked! "...you bout to catch this nut, soon nigga! You bout to make me pop off like crazy! You said you want that juice, right? You gon gobble that shit down when I feed it to you?"
"umm...ummff...ummphh..." I moaned [deliriously], sucking, bobbing and stroking like a fiend! My own dick was rock-hard under my towel! I pulled my hand down from the door to feel myself up, stroking my own dick and rubbing my finger back over my asshole!
Damn I was hot!
SPURP, SPURP, SPURP, SPURP I sounded as I sucked, spit drooling down his hard shaft, rubbing it back in with my stroking hand, causing it help slide faster along the column! "aww fuck..." he groaned, tossing his head back against the curtained window, twisting his nipples harder, thrusting his hips back and forth to fuck my hand and mouth!
"...I'm bout to nut, babee..." he warned, suddenly grabbing the back of my head and forcing me to take the majority of his prick into the back of my straining mouth! "...I'm gon cum...I'm cumin'...I'm cumin...I'm...urrhhh...urrhhhhhh..., ARRHHHHHHHHGG...!!!" he yelled aloud, flooding my mouth with his special sauce!
`SHIT!' I thought to myself, not wanting him to nut in my mouth, feeling his load shooting into the start of my throat, flooding throat column! I tried to pull off, but his hands tightened on my head, keeping me prisoner until he finished dumping his load! I was forced to take it all in my mouth, feeling my cheeks balloon outward as some of his seed started to escape my lips!
"Dang babee..." he moaned, releasing my head as I pulled back and off at the tip! "...that shit was NICE!" he said, staring down at me! "You gon swallow that sauce?" he asked! "You said you wanted it!"
Not wanting to offend him [and his free head], I swallowed...!...having to gulp twice to get it all down! He reached down and stroked my cheek! "That's wussup!" he smiled, before tucking his rubbery prick back in his sweatpants! "Next time, full charge!" he warned, before twisting the doorknob and walking out [leaving me on my knees with my pizza, my open towel, my hardon, and the strong taste of his cum in my mouth]!
I picked stood up, tightened my towel around my waist, then picked up my pizza and headed back upstairs! On the way up I ran into Mr. Jones (a 50y/o on the second floor), [I live on the 3rd]! "OH..." he said, stopping in the doorway when he saw it was me! "...I thought you was the delivery guy..." he said, sounding disappointed! "...I ordered a pizza with extra sausage almost an hour ago!"
`Ohshit!' I though [realizing my pizza had come too quickly], knowing I'd eaten my neighbor's delivery!
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