Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 15:46:22 -0400 From: RANDY WIGGINS Subject: missing - ch 7-8 MISSING PART 7 BY: RClayton Ray pulled Jaden close to him. His hands moved over the boy's soft back and down to the plump mounds of his young ass. He pried the cheeks apart and slipped his fingers into Jaden's crack, feeling for the small puckered opening. Jaden didn't move as the fingers pushed and prodded against his asshole. He knew what was going to happen and he was as ready as he was ever going to be. He knew that some day, if he made it through this, he would get to find someone who loved him, someone who wouldn't hold being molested against him. Until that time, Jaden would wait, and accept what he had to in order to survive. "Turn and lean over the arm of the chair." Ray said. His voice was rough, as though he had gravel in his throat. He didn't sound like the man who had approached Jaden on the street the day before. Ray licked his middle finger and pushed it between the cheeks of Jaden's ass. He found the hole and began to push inward, he worked against the strong resistance as he listened to the boy begin to sob softly. He sunk his finger to the second knuckle and began pulling out and pushing in. He twisted the finger and wiggled it around, trying to open the boy up. After a while he added a second, then a third finger as the boy sobbed harder. The pain felt like someone was shoving a hot steel bar up his ass. He tried to keep his crying low and soft so that Ray wouldn't get mad. He didn't want the man getting off on hurting him either though. There was still that bit of resistance in his heart and in his mind. A scream filled the room but it wasn't Jaden or Ray. The man pulled his fingers from the boy's asshole and stood straight. "What the fuck was that?" "It wasn't me, I swear!" Jaden said. He thought it sounded more like pleading but that didn't really matter either way. That scream had echoed off every bone in his body, or so it seemed. He felt the deeper chill of the air surround him. "Fuck, just the wind. I need to get an electric heater or somethin'." Ray said. He looked back at Jaden who had also stood up from his leaning position. "Who told you to stand up?" Ray snapped. Jaden sighed, wiped his face with his bare arm and returned to leaning over the arm of the chair. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the invasion to proceed. Rag unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the ground. He stepped out of the garment and kicked it out of the way. He began stroking his hard cock. The organ was seven inches long and three inches in girth. He figured the boy could take it. Hell, he had taken bigger his first time when he was around Jaden's age. He reached for the new tube of KY jelly he had placed on the old table on the other side of the chair. "I'll go slow, Jaden." Jaden noticed the change in Ray's voice again. It was softer, almost nervous sounding. He waited. "Damn it!" Ray yelled. Jaden opened his eyes but all he could see was darkness. The two lanterns that had lit the room had blown out. He didn't know what was going on but he sure was happy about it, inside anyway. "Fucking matches. Where'd I leave the fucking matches?" Jaden remained over the chair arm, not wanting to anger Ray when he got the lights back on. He listened to Ray stumbling around in the darkness, wanting to laugh but knowing that it would be an easy way of getting himself killed. Thump. whack! Ray grunted, moaned and went quiet. Silence surrounded Jaden as the darkness had before. "Ray? Ray, are you okay?" "He's fine, well...he'll live anyway." The soft voice spoke. "Who's there?" Jaden asked. What new hell was this? How could someone have been in the room without either Ray or himself hearing them? "Oh, yeah. Duh." The voice said. There was a boyish giggling and the lights came on. Not the lanterns but the overhead bulbs. Jaden stood and looked around the room, not seeing anyone. His eyes caught the sight of blood as it's smell reached his nose. "Ray?" He moved close to where the man lay, face down, blood leaking from his nose and ear. "Like I said, he'll live." "Who's in here?" Jaden yelled. "You can't see me." "What?" Jaden asked. He continued to scan the room. He looked up at the locked door with it's padlock and chain. "That bother you?" The voice asked. "Yes." Jaden said. He was scared and losing his temper. "What kind of game is this?" "No game, Jaden. I swear. Here. I'll show you if it will make you feel better." The voice said. "Look under the beam you were hanging from." Jaden focused his eyes on the area stated but didn't see much other than a hazy cloud of dust. He blinked his eyes several times as he watched the dust cloud take form. "What the fuck..." "I'm a ghost, Jaden." The boy now standing before Jaden spoke again. "I died before your parents were ever even born." Jaden fell backward, landing hard in the old arm chair. He closed his eyes and fainted. MISSING 8 BY: RClayton Jaden woke up with a start. He figured he had passed out from the pain and dreamed some weird shit about a ghost. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. The light in the room was dim again. He made out the lanterns burning. "Feel better now?" The boy's voice asked. "Oh, God. It wasn't a dream." Jaden said. He sat up in the chair and wrapped his arms around himself shivering. "Here, cover up and get warm." The voice said as a blanket moved through the empty air, opened, and laid itself over Jaden's naked body. "Where are you? I can't see you again." Jaden asked. He wasn't scared anymore which surprised him. He looked at Ray, still laying as he had been but the blood had stopped and the man was now snoring soundly. "It's hard to make myself visible for very long. Hold on." The voice said. Seconds later the cloud appeared again and began to form itself into the shape of a teenaged boy, no older than Jaden himself. "Better?" "Yeah, I guess." Jaden said. "Look up at that door again." The boy smiled. Jaden glanced toward the stairs and the now open door at the top. "You opened it?" "Sure, hours ago. Not that it took that long." "I could walk out right now?" "Absolutely." "Am I dreaming this? It's too good to be true." Jaden asked. "Yeah. I hope you'll stay a while longer though.. At least until morning." "Why?" "I don't get to talk to many, or any, really, people now that this place has been left to rot. I'm lonely." "Who are you?" "Jacob. I died here in 1958." Jacob said softly. "I'm sorry. How'd it happen?" "I was being molested, like you were about to be. My step father had been doing it for years and keeping me locked down here when I didn't do as he said. One night he was really mad at me and when I started walking down the steps he kicked me. I fell and broke my neck. He left me here until my mom got home from her visit to my aunt's house. My body was down here four days." "Man, I am sorry." Jaden said. He looked at the ghost of Jacob and realized the boy had been really cute. He found it odd that he could think like that. Jacob laughed. "It's okay. I think you are really sexy too." "You do?" Jaden asked. "Yeah, I do. I had a boyfriend back then. His name was Thomas and he looked a lot like you. He didn't have that thick long hair though. That wouldn't have been acceptable in the late fifties." "This is so weird." Jaden said. "Yeah, it is. I wish I could really touch you." Jacob said. "I think I would have liked that." Jaden said. He smiled. It felt like the greatest smile he'd ever had. "I could, but there is only one way." Jacob said. His voice was deep with disappointment. "Two ways, really." "What are they?" Jaden asked. He let the old blanket drift to the floor, revealing his naked body once again. "You would have to die for one of them." "What's the other?" Jaden asked quickly. "I could use him." Jacob nodded his head to Ray's sleeping form. "Hmm... I'd really have to die?" "Yeah, violently and right here in this basement." "Oh." Jaden and his spirit savior sat in silence. Ray moaned and began to move around. "Can't have that." Jacob said. He looked across the room, spotted an iron skillet with a wide crack in the bottom, and thought hard, making he skillet float across and drop down, loudly, against Ray's skull. The man grunted and lay still again. Jaden laughed. He hadn't mean to but he couldn't help himself. Jacob joined in. "I guess we can just be friends." Jaden said at last. "Oh, okay." Jacob said. He looked sad again. "I'm sorry. I don't want to die and I don't want him to touch me again either." "I understand, Jaden. Will you come in and sit with me from time to time?" "Yeah, I will. I think I would like that. Jaden picked the blanket up and wrapped himself up in it. He stood and moved around Ray's body. "I guess I can stay until morning." Jaden said after a minute. "That would be nice." Jacob said. "What about him?" Jaden nodded toward Ray's body. "He'll keep until you can alert the cops." Jacob said with a smile. "Good." Jaden said. "I would want him to die and be stuck here tormenting you forever." "That makes two of us." Dawn came and Jaden woke up alone. He had been laying on the floor in the corner with just one lamp for light and the blanket for warmth. He didn't know when he'd passed out. He looked around the basement. "Jacob?" He called but received no reply. He looked for any dust clouds moving but saw none. He sighed and walked to the stairs. "Where you going?" Ray called from behind him. Jaden turned quickly to see Ray sitting in the arm chair. His face was swollen and there were streaks of dried blood on his skin. "I'm leaving." Jaden said. He put one shaky foot on the first step and began climbing to the top. He was amazed Ray hadn't chased him down already. "Hello, son." Grant Monroe said as he stood blocking the doorway. TO BE CONTINUED...