Round House on Square Hill, Part 5

by Aunt Molly

No.

It's a word with two letters. It's the same in French in Spanish and English. It translates easily from one language to another because mothers exist in every culture.

Politicians do not redefine it. Both Glen Beck and Micheal Moore can agree on its meaning.

"Stay close Mom - and if you hear voices, turn on your ipod and crank the volume."

So why Patricia wandering around this old house with her daughter and their friends hovering around her as if something might leap out at all of them?

Amanda was the spitting image of her mother, though Patricia preferred to keep her hair shot and her skirts longer.

Patricia also looked too young to have a thirteen year old daughter. Amanda was the result of a night of drunken excess, and a boy who didn't like condoms - or taking responsibility for his actions..

She shined her flashlight on herself, "So were is this ghost?"

"Here I am."

Patrica turned and saw a nun, in full habit, glowing slightly in the dark. She was translucent Patricia then rubbed her eyes and looked again.

She didn't believe in ghosts, spooks, fairies, Gods, Goddesses, UFO's Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster ( or the local equivalent "Champ") or anything she could not see for herself.

Because of its history Patricia had had the house checked for anything that could explain hallucinations - mold, carbon monoxide, methane - even Radon.

And yet this ghost did not conspicuously disappear as soon as a skeptic walked in the room, In fact it stepped foreward and presented it - well *her* self.

"I don't believe in supernatural things I am sure you are some kind of hallucination."

The nun smiled, "Trust me sweety - no one wants me to *not* be a ghost more than I."

Patricia turned to Brandi, "Please tell me you rigged a hologram or something."

"I'm not *that* smart."

Patricia then turned back to the ghost, "So my daughter tells me she needs a party -"

"Mom, it's not a party - it's an excorcism."

"She needs a couple dozen freinds, snacks and no adult supervision in a large out of the way house in the middle of the countryside, In order to free you to pass on to the next life."

The Nun Mary Peter shrugged, "She didn't tell you? I am not the ghost causing the problem? I mean if it was just me I just want to watch a little tv over the shoulder of the residents, talk to some of the more open minded tenants. Nothing special. I could stay in the basement. Not wanting to cause any more trouble for the living."

"Than who is? Joseph Hill?"

"No no - old Joe went on long ago. No sadly well it's complicated. The entity can be thought of as one or many."

"Like the creature in Poltergeist?"

"No no - not *that* bad - well let me tell you the whole story."

Amanda and her friends shifted uncomfortably as they all listened as Mary Peter repeated her tale.Of the cleansings and the consequences and of how she died.

She told about the girls' encounters with the "spirit of the house" as Mary liked to call it. But Mary Peter did not give details, " It was surprising - despite what they had gone through they did not seem shaken, thats when I felt it was safe to approach them."

Patricia stood, her mouth held open. She didn't know how to feel.

Angry- because they had lied to her.

Sorrow - because of what these sweet girls had to go through.

Outrage because this ghostly nun had not lifted a spectral finger to protect these girls

But more than all that Patricia had realized why her daughter needed all these girls here.

"You were going to use them as hosts?"

Amanda shifted under her mother's gaze, "Mom - we were only going to take volunteers, we would have told them what was going to happen."

Sara came to her friend's aid, "It didn't hurt - it was real *intense* but it didn't hurt."

Brandi pushed her glasses up against the bridge of her nose, " It did hurt a little - but nothing I couldn't handle."

Patricia had to shake herself, she'd never expected such vulgar things to come from such sweet girls.

The nun broke in, "The spirit of the house can only use the fantasies from the girl's own minds - true it is from their darker side, but none the less it isn't anything they haven't thought up themselves."

"You are the worst of them - you are the adult. And yet you would let them do this?"

"If having little girls do this upsets you perhaps you can gather a large group of adults? The House does not care - eight, eighteen or eighty.All that matters is they be female and have some kind of sexualitty. I don't know if this would work with trans gendered though."

"How could you advocate any of this? You're a *nun*!

"When I first died their were several entities, the physical longing of dozens of young girls. Slowly they have merged into something bigger. And every night I hear their call to me - eventually I will be pulled into the whole. Eventually there will be no rational mind to talk to. Eventually their will be a bottomless need"

"I'll burn it down."

Amanda put her hand on her mother's shoulder "You can't it's a historical landmark"

Patricia gritted her teeth, "Where am I supposed to find enough women?"

"Craig's list?"

Patricia sighed, "I want to Experience this for myself. Then I will decide if I am willing to let anyone else go through this."

"Mom - no!"

"Oh it's alright for a bunch of eighth graders, but not an adult?"

"It's just gross to think..."

Patricia embraced her child, "As gross as the thought of that *thing* hurting you."

"I told you - it didn't hurt."

"I want you and your friends out of here - go home. No argument.", Patrica turned back, "Mary Peter - how do I do this?"

"Simplicity itself."

***

The girls left without further argument - Patricia lay on the floor of the dark, empty, living-room, and she waited.

Mary Peter had gone and Patricia started to breath slowly, and closed her eyes.

And opened them.

Naked in the warm summer air, a moonlit bank at the lake at camp Little Notch. The frogs known as peepers fill the air with song as they hope to find a mate.

Strangely enough the mosquitoes choose to leave her alone tonight, A bat flits in the dark - a small harmless insect eater.

It's only at night that Patty can do this - be alone in the water, nude. It feels good to have the cool water slip past her developing breasts and between her legs.

She ran her hands over her body, still wet from her swim. Then a twig snapped. Patty grabbed for her clothes with one hand and a rock with another.

She was overreacting, it was probably just a boy from camp spying on her getting his jollies.

"Who's there?"

Of course it could be one of those cute boys so moved by the loveliness of her body he had to come see her, they would kiss and then...

And then it could be Ronald that fat kid.

"Hello - um sorry. I was going to go swimming, but you seem to have had the same Idea."

It was a girl - about Patty's age, And Asian like her.No - more half Asian - though it's hard to tell in the moonlight.

"Yeah - well, I'll give you some privacy.", Patty slipped her shorts back on, the new girl gently took hold of her shoulder, " You don't have to go, I mean - I would like the company. My name is Amanda, by the way."

"Patty. But I was skinny dipping."

"We're both girls - what's the big deal?"

"Yeah - I guess it isn't a big deal."

Patty pulled off her shorts, Amanda slipped off hers, the slipped out of her tank top. The bra came last.

Patty was annoyed Amanda's breasts where already larger.

"Amanda are you cold?"

"No - why?"

Patty pointed out the visibly erect nipples.

Amanda blushed then ran to the water, Patty followed.

***

They swam and splashed shamelessly, fearlessly. There was nothing wrong or dirty about what they were doing. Patty could not understand it She felt an instant bond to the girl she had just met.

After a while they lay out on the shore.

They lay on their side, naked, completely comfortable with each other, just talking.

"So I say to my mom 'can't we just have pizza like normal people?'"

Amanda brushed back her dark hair, "I don't know I think I'd kinda like to have an old fashioned mom, My mom just nukes stuff. But then again my so-called father ran out as soon as he found out she was pregnant. She doesn't have a lot of time to make dumplings from scratch. Sometimes she seems real lonely. She's had a few boyfriends - but nothing that really worked out."

"Oh crap."

"What?"

"The sun."

"Already?"

"It's summer - short nights."

"Patty, umm I wanted to ask you something, uh would you like to kiss me?"

Patty didn't even say anything she just leaned in and kissed Amanda's lips, and let them linger there for the longest time.

She wanted to take things further - but the kitchen staff was already getting things ready for breakfast, the counselors would be getting up early to ready the kids for morning excercises.

"Again tonight?"

"I can't I'm going home this afternoon."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I can absolutely guarantee it."

One last stolen kiss

Patricia was in the empty beroom again. The sun hadn't risen.

She didn't understand - where was the ghost gang bang?

She didn't need a gang bang - she could get sex more or less whenever she wanted.

But never intimacy.

Did Mary Peter take more than lust in her rush to 'purify' these girls?