Old lady Sally, at the creepy house

The house on Koontz street was large and old, and much of the garden had been neglected, but there was still a bit of charm to place. It might have been a grand place to visit, back in the day. It was big enough that back yard parties would and small events would be a common occurrence. The place had character, you thought. It helped ward off some of the nervousness you felt as you approached the front door, and rang the bell.

You weren’t sure what you expected when Sally opened the door. Perhaps a witch, or little old lady bent over and clutching at a walking frame. The woman who met you at the door, was very much not that. Not only was she not decrepit, she was vibrant in her own way. Age had greyed her hair and added wrinkles, but the woman moved and looked like a bonafide gilf.

“Hello?” She peered at you. “Is there something you need?”

“Miss Van Hart?”

“Yes?”

You swallowed uneasily. “Hi, um…you probably don’t know me, but I’m Mike Maywood. Victoria Maywood’s son, and I-

Before you could get more out, the old woman’s face transformed into one of delight. “Ohhh little Mikey!” And to your shock she pulled you into an embrace, her heavy breasts pressing against you pleasantly. “Gosh, I have seen you since you were in diapers!” She looked about then took a step back, “come in! Come, I was fixing myself a drink but I’ll make you one too!”

You looked around the place, amazed by how different it looked on the inside. It was orderly, clean, stylish even. There were paints on the walls that had cool Jackson Pollock vibe to them, music played softly from somewhere else. Listening, you thought it was probably the Eagles or a similar band. It was a big house, but unlike other places you had seen, it was very much a home as well.

“So how’s your mom?” Sally asked, reappearing with drinks in both hands. She gave one to you and then sipped on her own. “I sent her a card when your Grandpa passed,” she shot you a sympathetic look, “damn shame about that. Old Victor was always good to me and mine.”

You looked at the drink, took a sip. More than a bit of ****. “I think she’s doing ok, you know, all things considered.”

“I’ve always admired Vicky,” Sally said, gesturing for you to take a seat as she did the same. “I didn’t have as much to do with your Aunt Lisa, but Vicky was great. Very smart, very kind.”

“She hasn’t changed,” you laughed, feeling yourself smile.

“Thats good,” Sally took a long sip of her drink. “But what brings you here today, is your mom looking to catch up?”

“Well, maybe. Since Grandpa died…we’ve been talking a lot, Mom ‘s been telling me about him, about the old days. I wanted to get a sense of him, what he was like, who his friends were. She told me you’d be the person to ask.”

Sally sighed and leant back in her chair. “Those were good days, the 60s. Your Grandpa helped a lot of people back then. And god, he was gorgeous…” her eyes grew distant and she chewed on her bottom lip. “…fun times.”

“What exactly did he get up to?”

“For fun?” She laughed. “Well the parties were legendary. My father didn’t approve, but I used to sneak out on weekends and go with your Grandpa down to the log cabin by the lake. Everyone went there, got high, fooled around,” her expression soured, “at least until some people ruined it and started disturbing all that native stuff…”

She trailed off a little and you realised that she was more drunk than you had assumed. “What happened?”

“Some of those boys,” she muttered, “fucking idiots thinking they could poke around at things that weren’t meant to be poked. They let it out!”

The ring felt heavy on your hand, but you ignored it. “Let what out?”

Focused returned to her eyes, and Sally seemed to remember who she was speaking to. She waved a hand. “Never mind, it’s silly stuff. I’m old, dear, my mind wanders sometimes.”

She looked at you again, and this time you could see the naked admiration in her eyes as she examined you. “You know,” she said, leaning forward and showing off her remarkable cleavage, “you look a lot like your grandfather back in the day.”

You felt a stirring in your pants. Sally was old, yes, but you couldn’t deny how powerful it made you feel to hit on by an older woman. “I hear that a lot, but about what you were saying…

Her hand came to rest on your knee. “I think I’d be more inclined to talk if we got to know each other better.”

To your surprise, the ring did not warm or glow. Yet when you looked into the old woman’s eyes, you saw some a flash of purple no different than what you had seen when magic was used.

“How about I show you the rest of the house…”