Smooth and uneventful?

Emily looked into the mirror, admiring how many of her wrinkles had disappeared and her messy white hair had become softer and smoother. She could be seen as pretty, but still far too old for her liking. No longer able to see the couple she had planted seeds of temptation in, she watched the group slowly clean her house. It took a few hours but soon the teens had restored the place to look as it was when she had her last visitors. Well, there were a few naked women on the floor shaking in pleasure and a behemoth of a man sitting on the couch, his massive member leaking onto the furniture below him. But besides the bodies and that mess it was pretty much the same. The only thing different were the visitors...and Emily herself. Remembering the young goddess she once was she felt her hunger and impatience. But she had made these mistakes before. If she didn't play it smart, she would scare them away and word travels too fast to keep up. Emily hissed at her reflection as she passed the washroom and begrudgingly accepted her temporary fate. At least the boy would be an easy meal.

"Did you hear that?" Fiora called to the others looking up the opening in between each of the floors at a strange hiss.

"Pfft, probably some cross breeze fucking with old shit upstairs honey," Mary bent down pulling some old stained clothes from under the couch. Noticing the thick dark stains on the brown and tan couch she frowned, "What the hell did they spill on this thing? It smells pretty rank."

Sarah walked by spraying the furniture with an air freshener, "Classy people used to come here to let loose. Probably spilt a lot of booze and wine over the years. Won't be surprised if we add to the spill collection later." She wasn't old enough to understand the irony in her statement. At the edge of the room Pete got up from scrubbing the last of the floor stains and caught eyes with Lissa. They both smiled and looked away.

Sarah looked at her phone and shook her head, "No shit they haven't called yet, there's no service here." The girls instinctively looked at their phones and each agreed with a frown. Pete pulled out his own phone forgetting it existed during the trip and saw some missed messages but when he looked at the service it seemed fine. Pulling up the messages there were two from Sarah's boyfriend and one from an unknown number.

Opening the mysterious message he gasped lightly. The sender went from 'Unknown' to 'Emily Santanara' as he opened it. Wasn't that the name of the ghost in the story? Was this a prank? Deciding to read before reacting too dramatically it said:

Hey Pete,

How can you be in a secluded mansion with a bunch of hot babes and not be getting some? I assume you like women? We had a few guys who weren't. Give me a name and I can make her less of a prude if you'd like...oh and don't tattle on the service little man. Or I can make your phone like everybody elses.

Emily.

Pete looked around instinctively waiting to see one of the guys watching from outside. Annoyed at the obvious bait to embarrass himself he opened his buddy's text.

Car troubles, stuck in town for a day or two. We are at the Wanton Lodge if you guys want to meet us and explore tomorrow. Tell Sarah I'm sorry if she's mad, she won't respond.

Sarah had walked up to him eyeing him, "Wait do you have service?" Pete looked at her then back at her phone and noticed his bars had disappeared. Could it be a coincidence? They were pretty far off grid. But perfect to nothing was weird. He shook his head and she groaned, falling back on a chair. "Fuck, I just want to know if they are okay! It's going to get dark soon!"

Feeling bad Pete spoke up, "I got a text at some point saying they were going to the town for a couple of days because of car troubles and that they are fine. He said sorry if you were worried."

Sarah looked at him with a blank stare, "And you are just telling me now..."

Pete shrugged, "I just read the text, I haven't been on my phone!"

Sarah leaned her head back over the armrest unaware she had stretched her chest out dramatically and Pete admired two very good reasons she was still in a relationship during such rough times. "Useless."

Annoyed he looked back at his phone and noticed the perfect signal again. Opening his text from 'Emily' he began typing while the girls were distracted.

Nice prank guys.

A few seconds passed by before his phone vibrated.

The process is much easier if you gave me a name...then you can see for yourself.

Pete rolled his eyes but felt his heart skip. What if the stories were real and he was getting the ultimate ticket? If Emily did exist no doubt being on her good side would be a blessing. They used to call her the devil's daughter. Last thing he wanted was to risk pissing her off. But he couldn't just blindly fall into a trap and expose himself into revealing a girl he was into. Writing Lissa would be amazing if it really was some super ghost. But he needed to play it safe. Thinking for several moments and faking looking for signal he eventually thought of a genius plan.

Fine. My buddy has been having troubles with Sarah. She's been really on him lately and now she won't stop bothering me.

Perfect. Now if it was the other car trolling him then he could just admit what he wrote was true and lie about the choice being for their relationship. If it was the girls then it wasn't anything more than what he normally would say and nothing they didn't already know. And if it really was some ghost willing to chill someone out then it'd give him some room to breathe. There wasn't a response and Pete frowned, guess it was a prank.

Third floor, first room to the left of the stairs. Take a bath in the tub. Be patient and act surprised.

Pete raised his eyebrow. Damn there was a small hope that this was real and he thought deep down it was all a prank. But if there really was a bathtub upstairs and with that weird signal thing... "Sarah? Did you guys get like pictures or a layout of the place when you rented it?"

Sarah pulled herself up to look at him and shook her head, "Nah, doubt they even knew what the place looked like. They said it was apparently really big suited for a bunch of people. That it was a summer party house for the family and that it was close to town. No pictures, no description. I honestly thought we were being ripped off but we split this thing literally eight ways if you and Fio weren't coming so a couple hundred for seeing a Savant film being made seemed worth the risk."

"Yeah," Mary agreed waving her arms around the place, "I mean this is totally worth the two hundred I pitched."

Nodding wide eyed Pete just wordlessly walked up the stairs behind Sarah and found the room on the third floor. "Holy shit!" Just as the text said there was a massive bathroom with beautiful marble and gold furnishings. At the far end was what looked to be a hot tub not a bathtub and he looked curiously inside. "Weird...if nobody has been here in decades how the hell does this place have a more expensive jet bathtub than I've ever seen?" Feeling a vibrate in his jeans he opened another message.

I have good connections, now lose the clothes and get in. This will be the best moment in your life...so far.

Turning around he swore he saw movement at the edge of the doorway and ran back out of the bathroom but nobody was there. _"Alright Pete," he thought, "Maybe ghosts are real. Maybe the legend is true and you have to get the girls out of here and warn everybody." A wave of emotion rose within him again and he felt eyes on him. He knew he should be afraid, or even pissed, but he felt his ego surge. "Let the girl watch, probably hasn't seen a man since the fifties!"_ Without looking back he tossed off his shirt and shorts. Then pulled off his briefs and walked out of them. Realizing he was now naked at the doorway of the bathroom with the door wide open he turned looking over the rail of the hallway down to the first floor. Lissa was snacking on a carrot stick looking up at him, watching. Meeting his gaze she then finished the carrot stick and walked out of the kitchen out of sight. How much did she see at that angle? Closing the door he turned on the bath and climbed inside.

He was promised the best experience of his life and he was eager to see how a bath would be better than sex.