Adventure of Harry Bangs
Dead of Winter
A Ghost Story
It is a cold wintry day. Sleet, ice has been falling for hours. The woods
seem like a giant ice castle to me. Despite the falling limbs and trees
around me, I marvel at the beauty. Though thirty something I smile an
innocent childs smile in awe of that around me, even as I face desperation
fearing the tragedy this night might bring. I need to find refuge to escape
the wet and the cold.
How did I get myself in this situation? Id like to blame the oil
companies, but it was my own fault I forgot to fill up before heading
out on the old Carey Dirt Road. Id forgotten how long and desolate
this road where my grandparents once lived is. If I could just remember
where their house had been, perhaps there might still be something there.
My hands are so cold and my feet are numb. I cant find my way back
to the road. I start wondering what death is going to be like as I wander
around lost. Will my first girlfriend who died in a car crash be waiting
on the other side to greet me. I think I would like to see her smile again.
And there are things I would like to tell her. Id tell her how much
I miss holding her warmly in my arms. Id tell her how much I miss
always losing to her when we bet on football games. Id tell her
I no longer hate her for being the whoring bitch who broke my heart.
Suddenly I see a house. It is my grandparents house. I can hardly believe
the place is still standing. Slipping and sliding I run up to it. I open
the front door. I rush in. It doesnt occur to me that someone might
actually be living in the dump.
A woman is down on all fours in front of the fireplace. A man is humping
her doggie style for all he is worth. I cant help but think what
a pretty smile she has as I see her large breast keep bouncing up to her
chin and then back down. Seeing me, suddenly they stop and I see the horny
lust in their expressions turn to fear. They dont know me, but I
recognize them from a picture.
The woman starts screaming, Please dont rob us. Please dont
The man starts screaming, Please dont rape me.
I am sorry. I run out of gas. My grandparents once lived here and
I was just looking for shelter from the ice storm.
The woman says, Well, sit down and make yourself comfortable,
and I am amazed at how quickly their expressions return from fear to wanton
I sit down on the couch and the man goes back to humping the woman. He
says, You can use my cell phone to call a wrecker if you want. It
is in my pants that are still in the bathroom upstairs.
I go upstairs and into the bathroom. I dont see any pants in the
bathroom. I jerk off. I go back downstairs. The couple is gone. I go and
sit next to the fireplace. I look into the fire. I look into the hypnotic
fire. Then I hear the woman screaming in the kitchen.
Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, drive it home stud. Thats right.
Rub my ass as you pound my pussy. Harder, harder, faster, slower, be gentle,
slower, kiss me behind my ear. Massage my neck. Kiss my neck. Run your
tongue down my back. Put that tongue in my pussy. Twirl it around. Oh
yeah, twirl it. Munch. Munch. Munch harder. Come on. Do better than that.
Stick that tongue in. Twirl it.
I hear the man screaming. Fuck yeah, yeah, yeah. Suck on my cock.
Lick my balls. Squirt that whip cream on. Give me a taste. Yum. Get your
finger out of my ass. You know I dont like that. Tickle my balls.
Munch. Come on, munch.
Suddenly, fully clothed, the man and woman Id seen fucking earlier
come in holding firewood. The man ask, Did you find the cell phone?
No, I didnt see your pants.
Yeah, I sent you on a goose chase while we finished up and got
dressed. Figured you would take the hint to give us some privacy.
Yeah. I guess. Whatever. So if you two were outside, who is it
that I heard in the kitchen fucking.
It is the ghosts of some old man and woman, and some young woman
who was killed in a car wreck. Those three are always making the most
noise getting their freak on.
The ghost of my grandparents having sex with my first girlfriend.
The man says, Like dude, if it is so gross, I dont think
that is a gun in your pocket.
So I pull my gun out and show them it really is a gun. Apologetically
I explain to the woman, Your husband hired me to kill the two of
you. Strange coincidence you happen to choose my grandparents old
house to be your love shack. Your husband wasnt sure of the address
but said it was the only house near Big Creek.