Mrs. Kamp is the key to solving this mystery. Fun can come after.

Your erection hurts in your slacks and it’s slightly embarrassing having your package pushing so obscenely against the fabric of your pants but the truth was, Nancy was right and if you ever wanted to solve the case of Summer Kamp then Mrs. Kamp would be your best bet at getting useful information. She had even said she knew some of the details that we needed.

“Okay, I’m sorry I even suggested it. Let’s go meet up with Angelica at the Victorian House.” You reluctantly murmur.

“Listen John, I know this is HARD on you but when we are done getting the answers we need I’ll definitely make it worth your while.” Nancy smiles up at you with twinkling green eyes.

“Hey Nancy… do you think we have a few minutes so I can settle down?” You ask with a guilty smile on your face.

Nancy covers her pink lips and burst into laughter, “Sure. Come on, there is a bench over there but we can’t stay too long.”

You and Nancy take a seat on the bench and look over the various attractions.

“It seems they really added a lot to the carnival this year.”

“Yep, it wasn’t half this big last year.” You agree.

“I heard that Mr. & Mrs. Kamp are the primary contributors this year, spending several hundred thousand just to make it happen.”

“Yeah…”

“John, are you even listening to me?”

“Um… yeah…”

“What is wrong with you John?”

“Is that the Victorian House we are supposed to meet Mrs. Kamp at?” You ask pointing to a boarded up windows with several tombstones, mummies, skeletons, and other undead monsters situated across the house’s lawn.

“Oh… yeah, it would appear so. Last year it was a just sort of a wax museum. Hmm… this should be fun!” Nancy giggles, grabbing your arm and leading you toward the house.

“I… umm… maybe I could just stay out here…” you begin before catching a glimpse of Mrs. Drew in her full glory standing by the entrance to the house. She still has her v-neck t-shirt but now that you don’t have a divider blocking your view you can see her long slim tanned legs leading up to a very trim ass covered provocatively by a pair of short, short daisy-dukes. “… well, maybe I should come in, on second thought. You know… just in case.”

“What would I do without you?” Nancy giggles shooting you a knowing glance.

A sign next to the house reads:
House of Terror
Four devilishly gruesome floors of absolute horror.
A spectacular display of lighting effects.
Grotesque oddities hidden behind every corner.
Enter if you dare.

The two of you walk up to Mrs. Kamp but before either of you can say anything she moves toward the booth and has a short conversation with the ticket master. Seconds later she heads back over and hands each of you a golden ticket good for unlimited games, rides and attractions.

“Thanks for meeting with me Miss Drew. I’m sorry for giving you the run-around but I’m sure what I have to tell you will be very helpful to your case.”

“That’s fantastic Mrs. Kamp! So if you could answer…” Nancy begins.

“Not here Miss Drew… inside…” Miss Kamp leads you and Nancy toward the entrance to the house.

You notice the ‘haunted’ house isn’t as scary as you thought it would be. There are a few laser devices that project some lame ghost or the occasional flickering light to guide the way.

“Okay, Mrs. Kamp… first things first, when was the last time you saw your daughter.”

“Saturday of last week, she came home extremely drunk that night. The next morning, she was gone.”

“What was the last conversation you had with her?”

“Well it was about her father, Richard Kamp. She told me something that disturbed me.”

“What did she say?”

“She told me… she told me she was having sexual relations with him.”

“She said that to you Mrs. Kamp?”

“Yes. I had known Richard was having an affair with various teenage girls that either worked around the house or were friends of Summer’s but I didn’t know he was fucking our own daughter.”

“Do you have proof of these relations Mrs. Kamp?”

“No, but I know that some of the girls that hang around the estate sometimes tape each other in these sexual encounters. I have heard them talk about their little phone sex game, where they call a friend while getting banged, announcing their conquest.”

“So you think Mr. Kamp may have a part in this disappearance?”

“He definitely has a part, but not how you may be thinking.”

“What do you mean by that Mrs. Kamp?”

“I think I know where my daughter is, and I think I know who took her.”

“You do? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

Just then all the power to the house suddenly went out, leaving the room pitch-black and soundless.

“AHHHHHHHH…”

“NO! STOP!”