James Robert Harrigan - 'Jim' to his freinds - jerked his head up with a start - then began to flush as he realized he'd drifted off to sleep.
As the slightly-bookish looking young man rose from the mildewy couch, he brushed off his jeans and T-shirt. Sheepishly, he looked around to see if anyone had caught him napping...
Somebody had...
"Come on, sleepyhead." Sharon, Jim's current girl chided with a grin. "Rick and the others just got here and are waiting for us in the foyer."
"Okay, ok..." Jim trailed off, frowning.
"What's wrong?" Sharon asked.
Jim waved his hand. "Nothing - just a really weird feeling of deja vu. It's nothing - so, lead on milady." He made a sweeping bow.
Jim needed little urging to follow Sharon anywhere. Short and a little on the 'pale and skinny' side - a result of her part-time job at the town library - his girlfriend was cute, if a little flat chested. But she had a world-class ass, which made following her a real pleasure.
Even if he WAS following her in Hill House, the huge, supposedly 'cursed' mansion atop - oddly enough - a hill.
Of course, none of them would even THINK of coming to a place like this on Halloween Night - that was just too cliche.
So, they'd come on Hell night, the night before Haloween.
Entering the foyer of the massive, creepy mansion, Jim smiled at the little knot of friends. Nearly inseperable, they'd decided to do this as one of their world-famous... well, town-famous stunts.
Rick, his carrot-topped friend (and the town's most famous marathon runner) was there. As usual, he had his arm around Candace, the amazingly tall, slender (and flat chested) dancer with the fabulous legs. The tall brunette nodded at Jim.
Then, of course, there was Brad and Brenda. Both blond, Brad was the classic 'Surfer Dude', so laid back that you sometimes had to hold a mirror under his nose to make sure he was still breathing. Brenda - like a female clone of Brad, her boyfreind, was as deeply tanned as Brad, and had the same golden hair. But she was a true beach-bunny, with DDD-cup tits she liked to barely cover with tiny crop-tops, and just enough brain power to figure out how to microwave popcorn.
"So - what's the plan?" Jim asked, seeing they'd already discussed the night's 'festivities' while riding up here in Rick's van.
Rick laughed. "Scavanger hunt. Whoever brings back the coolest thing gets..."
"...the first pick of the booze." Jim finished with a weird look.
"Yeah... That's right..." Rick said, as he gestured at the cooler. How...?
Jim shook his head. "I dunno - I just had a weird feeling, is all..."
"Aw, c'mon." Candace scoffed. "You guys have been friends for so long, I wouldn't be surprised if you could read each other's minds."
"That's probably it." Rick said, smiling again. "Anyway - We've drawn straws to see who teams with who - this is, uh, sorta a partner thing."
Jim agreed that it sounded fun. Although he had preferences in some matters, in something like this, the pairing up would work fine, no matter who it was. So, he wasn't upset to discover his partner was...
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