Ashley Anne Williams

It had been a long week (heck, it was a long month) for Ashley "Ash" Williams. She had to work a minimum wage job at the local S-Mart where she had to deal with the incessantly annoying customers, idiotic staff, and overbearing boss. Still, she was the best sale associate the store had. Mostly due to the fact she had a high school diploma. Most of her coworkers were dropouts who couldn't do any better, and her boss at least paid her more because of it. Or, maybe it was because she always seemed to catch the man leering at her curvy backside whenever she wasn't looking.

To say she was a knockout would be...a statement. She wasn't the best in the looks department. Living with her single dad had made her grow up pretty quick. She had no time to make herself look pretty or buy any fancy clothes. Her flannel shirts and denim jeans usually were enough for the brisk Michigan weather. However, she knew she had a nice body underneath all that. Not many guys got to see it themselves, but it was had to hide her figure as she was built like a brickhouse.

She didn't date much, and hardly had any time for such proclivities. She wasn't the brightest bulb in the shop, but she knew business. She wasn't gonna go to college just so that she would have to move out and get another job at another S-Mart with a higher class of employee that would be able to sell circles around her. No, she was comfortable being the queen of housewares.

Now, after this week (or month) of plugging away at her mostly dead end job, she was looking forward to spending the weekend with some of her old buddies from high school. Just a casual trip to her family cabin in the woods. She hadn't been there in years, but a few good memories remained. She hoped to introduce her pals to the quiet seclusion it had, and the tranquil serenity the woods offered.

So, it was late friday night when Ash arrived with her friends in tow. All four of them were crammed inside her 1996 Toyota Camry that had definitely seen better days. However, it still ran, and only the power windows seemed broken. They arrived and quickly made a beeline to the cabin.

Ash led the way, her friend Debra ( a prudish brunette) was behind her, a bit scared of the darkness, followed by Diane (a more open, i.e. promiscuous, blonde) leading her man (Ash's best friend) Brad at the rear. Ash flicked the light switch, and was relieved that the few fixtures still worked, bathing the interior in a dim yellow light. The dingy wallpapered walls were a bit dirty, but the rest of the place at least looked hospitable, albeit a little unkempt. The hard wood flooring was a bit warped, but it still seemed in good shape. Even the cellar door seemed solid and the lock was fully engaged with a chain and padlock on it.

"Ok, let's settle in and figure out the sleeping arrangements." Ash announced.

She led everyone to the two bedrooms. She figured Brad would want to be with Diane, so they took the master bedroom. That left Ash and Debra to share the guest room. Ash didn't care about sharing a bed with a girl, especially if that girl was Debra. The prudish girl wouldn't even face her while they slept. She had no worries about pranks or sexual **** while she was asleep.

While Ash and Debra were unpacking, Diane and Brad were getting comfortable. They were barely in the room when Diane removed her top and brad picked up and planted them on the bed. They were making out like two animals in heat, while their friends were across the hall oblivious.

Ash walked out of the room to explore and see if she remembered the locations for a few things. Toiletries, dishes, and appliances were in their original spots. However, she spied something odd on a table that had seemingly been left there recently, despite the fact she and her friends were supposed to be alone this weekend. Ash sat down at the desk in the parlor and looked at the object before touching it...