Say nothing

Leanne decided against informing Jimmy of what she’d seen for fearing of worrying him. She was afraid enough herself after what he’d told her and hoped that he wouldn’t see the orange glow.

“So how long have you been here, Jimmy?” asked Leanne as cheerily as she could. Trying her best to distract the pair of them from what might be lurking outside the door.

“Oh, about six years now I think,” replied the old man. “I’ve been on my own for the past two after I lost my wife.”

Before Leanne could respond, the lights went off and the whole room went dark. Leanne froze and her whole body tensed up as she feared the worst. “Are… Are you ok, Jimmy?” she asked. More concerned for herself than the old man in reality.

“I guess the lights went out did they?” he queried. “Happens a lot at this time of year in an old place like this. Here,” Leanne heard the pensioner shifting on his bed. “Come sit next to me. The darkness doesn’t scare me anymore. I’m used to it now.”

Leanne moved cautiously to the figure on the bed. Following the old man’s voice until she found him and took a seat at his side. The pair of them huddled together as they waited in anxious silence. The younger woman reaching across and taking the old man’s hand in hers. She squeezed his gnarled skin softly. The pensioner’s grip feeling comforting in the circumstances.

As they sat there Leanne began to feel something else. Something began pressing against her hand, and not just the old man’s. It was subtle at first but then she noticed it more and more. Something growing bigger and harder.

She could hardly believe it. Here she was, scared and anxious, and the old man was getting an erection! Not that she blamed him too much. Mr. Norworth seemed like a sweet old man and it was just a natural reaction. She was kind of impressed that he could still get hard at his age.

A few minutes later the lights were back on. “Ah, there we go.” smiled Leanne. “See. I said it was nothing to worry abou…” her words trailed off as she turned to check on the resident. At her side, holding her hand, sat a figure. Only it wasn’t the old man. In his place was the most creepy, sinister clown she’d ever seen.

Leanne tried to run but the clown still held her hand and pulled her back so she landed on the bed next to him. Worse still, resting against her hand was the creep’s large erect cock. Not in his pants, but out so she could see everything from the swollen head and the massive, thick shaft.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at it. Who the hell was this guy and where did he come from? And what happened to Mr. Norworth? But more importantly, how could she get away?