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The Night In Question
by Your Ghost (address withheld)
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An old man confesses what he did the night his gorgeous
neighbor was murdered. (MMF, nc, sn, mast, oral, anal,
nec)
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Author Note: I borrowed the form for this story (in
which a suspect is giving his statement concerning the
events of the story to the police) from Stephen King's
novel 'Dolores Clairborne,' though rest assured I did
not borrow anything else from King, so please, no nasty
emails.
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"First of all, Detective, I wanna say right from the
beginning that I didn't kill Ashlee Wells. I know the
evidence is pretty much pointing straight at me, and
I'll be the first to admit that I've done a lot of bad
things in my life, but murder has never been one of
them. I also know that you've got a lot on your mind
right now, a lot of other things you need to get done,
but if you'll just be patient with me, let me get this
all out in my own way, then I'll tell you everything
you wanna know, and then some.
"Just call it humoring an old man.
"I knew that somebody was gonna kill that girl sooner
or later. What with the way she acted, the people she
hung around with, it was just a matter of time. Not
that she deserved it or anything. Ashlee was a nice
girl. She lived next door to me for two years and I'd
gotten to know her fairly well. Not as well as all
those boys that were constantly sniffing around her,
but well enough that I could have called her a friend.
Could have, if she'd felt the same way. She didn't,
though, because as nice as she was, she was also stuck
up.
"Now, being stuck up, that was something Ashlee Wells
did deserve, at least a little bit. After all, she was
a damned good looking girl. Gorgeous, even. All that
beautiful blonde hair, that nice little figure on her.
That fresh young face. Don't think a man my age doesn't
notice that kind of thing. I may be seventy-five but
I'm not blind, and I'm not one of those homosexuals.
"Perverts get a parade every year, for the love of God.
"Anyway. Ashlee moved into the house next to mine two
years ago last May. I think she was only, what?
Eighteen? Yeah, eighteen, still just a kid. But living
on her own. There was never any roommate or housemate
or whatever they call them. She lived alone that whole
time. Not to say that she didn't have people over all
the time. That girl was always throwing parties, at
least once a week a loud bash with that screeching
whaddyacallit heavy metal music blasting the roof off
the house. Lots of other young kids dancing and
laughing and getting drunk as skunks. And always more
men than women at those parties. Cops got called to the
house a lot, to make her turn down the noise or to
break up fights. I never called the cops, though. I
just bought earplugs.
"There was always a lot of sex going on at those
parties too. Boys and girls fooling around in the back
yard, in the bushes, a few times even right out there
in the front yard for the whole world to see. Never
Ashlee, though. You never saw her doing anything out of
hand. Even drunk, she was a decent girl, at least in
public.
"Yes, I'll tell you what I mean by that. I mean, in
private she was just as depraved as any other young
girl with an itch between her knees. A slut, is what
I'm saying. A new guy every week, and she'd do just
about anything you can name. She'd let them fuck her in
every hole, and tie her up to the bed, and one guy even
beat her with a belt once. She'd masturbate and do
herself with a dildo while they took pictures of her.
She'd take on two guys at the same time, and once she
did three of them.
"Ashlee slept with women too, mostly as part of a
threesome with one of her men, but a few times it was
just her and some other girl. And that's not all. She
did some really sick stuff too, like letting men piss
all over her, even in her mouth. The worse thing I saw
was when one young man brought over his german shepherd
for her to screw. I'm telling you, anything you can
name.
"I know all of this because I watched her from my
bedroom window. Our houses are pretty close together,
as you know, and my bedroom window is right across from
hers, and she never once drew the curtains. Always kept
them open, even after I told her that I could see
everything she was doing.
"That was one day about six months ago, we were both
taking our trash out at the same time, and I let her
know in a kind of casual way that I had a clear view of
her activities. She didn't seem embarrassed about it at
all, and didn't seem to think it was wrong for me to be
looking.
"In fact, you could say she even giggled about it when
I told her. Naughty little girl, that one. But when I
suggested, also kinda casual, if she might let me up to
her room for a little fun of my own, she turned me
down. She wasn't rude about it, like I said, she was
always nice to me, but still she let me know that she
wasn't interested. Can't say I blame her, since I'm old
enough to be her grandfather. Or I was, anyway.
"She came by to see me every now and then, to check up
on me and see if I was doing alright. Her visits
weren't really what you'd call intimate, mind you,
she'd just sit with me for a few minutes for a glass of
iced tea and some conversation. And she only dropped by
every two weeks or so. Which is more than I can say for
my own daughters, who all seem to have forgotten I'm
alive.
"Anyway, like I said, I watched Ashlee perform her sex
life right there in her own bedroom, and while it's
gonna embarrass me to say this, I admit I took things
in hand quite a lot while I was watching her.
Especially when she was with those girls. Lesbians, you
know, they seem more natural to me than the idea of two
men together. Thank God Ashlee never allowed anything
like that in her house. Least as far as I could see.
"I've flogged my dummy probably more than a thousand
times in the last two years, watching her with all
those boys and girls, or watching her change clothes,
even playing with herself all by her lonesome. I know
it sounds sad, makes me lonely and pathetic, but hell,
at my age, a girl like Ashlee Wells is a godsend.
"At any rate, it was on the night in question that I
was watching her when she got killed. She brought some
guy home to grease her wheels, and it was after that
was over that he killed her.
"Steady, now, Detective. I already told you, I'll fill
you in on everything. But before I tell you what
happened that night, I gotta tell you some things about
me. About my past. It'll help you to understand some of
the things that happened that night. Well, maybe it
will, anyway. Whether or not, I'm gonna tell you, so
get that look off your face.
"Now, I told you, I've done some bad things in my life.
I'm not making any excuses, you understand, but the
truth is I didn't have it so good growing up. I'm not
gonna go into a mountain of detail here, I'm just gonna
say that it was tough for me, living in a rundown house
on a farm in the middle of Kansas and having to watch
my father beat my mother on a regular basis before he
went in and forced himself on my little sister. That
was my life then, plain and simple fact.
"I left home when I was sixteen, in the summer of 1947,
just up and left my mother and my fourteen year old
sister to their fates. I just couldn't stand to be in
that house anymore with all of that going on. You can
fault me for that if you want to, but by the time I'm
done telling you everything I have to say you probably
won't even remember that part.
"I drifted for a while, working odd jobs, until the war
broke out in Korea. I was nineteen then, old enough to
get drafted, but I didn't wait for that, I enlisted.
Spent three years freezing my ass off and killing gooks
before I got shipped back to the States. I spent
another year in the Army, then got honorably
discharged. Went to trade school on the GI Bill and
learned how to be an electrician. Started out repairing
TVs until I landed a job at the Navy Yard working on
the boats that came in for shore leave. Made good money
and had job security. Worked there for thirty-five
years before I retired early, at sixty-two.
"I got married, of course, had four beautiful
daughters, and now I got a whole herd of grandkids out
there. Sandra, she was my wife, and a good one. We were
married for forty-five years, and I'll tell you, I
never once hit her or any of my kids. That's one thing,
at least, that I can point to with pride. Sandra died
five years ago of cancer, and I've been alone since
then.
"And now here's the part where you're gonna wanna start
taking them notes, Detective. Because I might have been
a decent husband and father in most respects, but in
other respects I've been a downright bad man. See,
there's a certain kind of hardness that can come over a
man who's seen too much horror in his childhood, and
seen even more of it on some godforsaken battlefield
where life simply doesn't mean much. A hardness, or,
uh... something inside just gets lost, it disappears,
and whatever it is that takes it's place, it makes him
feel like he just doesn't care anymore, about anything.
Makes him less of a human being.
"I guess what I'm trying to say, I ought to just say. I
raped a lot of women in my life, Detective. Twenty-two
of them, to be exact. I didn't force myself on them or
anything. I mean, I didn't get violent. But then, the
way I did things, I didn't have to get violent, because
they were always in no condition to fight me off. I
usually got them drunk, so plastered that they had no
idea what was happening to them.
"First one was back when I was drifting, Oklahoma City
in April of '49. Her name was Betty. Cute young girl,
couldn't have been no more than sixteen or seventeen.
Made the mistake of letting me take her to a dance,
then went walking with me down to this secluded spot
near the river. I brought a bottle of whiskey with me
and let her have her fill, then when she passed out I
had my way with her. Then I just left her there in the
bushes, unconscious. Left town and never saw her again.
"All the others came later, after the war, and even
after I was married. Hell, the last one wasn't so long
ago, in June of 1981. Another sixteen year old girl,
the daughter of a friend of mine. By that time I was
using that date rape drug they came up with. I'd just
find a way to get a girl alone, give her a spiked soda
or orange juice, and then take advantage of her.
"I could give you the details about each and every one
of them, what day, what year, what the girls looked
like, approximately how old they were. The youngest
girl I ever raped was fourteen; the oldest, probably
about twenty-five, twenty-seven. I liked them young and
pretty.
"Yes, just like Ashlee Wells. And I'm not gonna say
that I didn't think about doing the same thing to her.
I know I could have, and considering her lifestyle I
doubt that any court could have made a conviction
stick. But I didn't do that, Detective. I think I said
it before, Ashlee was a nice girl. I liked her. And
that black fire inside of me pretty much burned out
after that last girl in '81. Don't ask me why because I
don't know.
"I know, you boys got the evidence you found at the
crime scene, and that DNA thing you do puts me square
in the thick of it, I'm well aware of that. It's too
bad you didn't have that back when I was doing all that
damage. Could have saved a lot of young girls a lot of
grief.
"At any rate, you'll see that what I just told you is
gonna have a bearing on what comes next.
"I was watching Ashlee through the window about eight
o'clock that night. I remember she was wearing this
skimpy little babydoll nightgown, kind of a light
purple color, and she looked absolutely wonderful in
it. It hugged all her curves just right, and made those
big tits of hers stand out.
"She was with some guy I'd never seen before, a boy her
own age or maybe a little older. About five feet ten,
lean build, dark hair. Had a tattoo on his back, some
kind of dragon or something. I still got good eyesight
but I couldn't see it that clearly. He was wearing
jeans and a black teeshirt with some kind of picture on
it, a couple of young men holding guitars.
"They started doing things on the bed, hugging and
kissing and grabbing at each other. The boy got
Ashlee's nightie off and started going at her, sucking
on those big tits, putting his hand between her legs.
Ashlee, as usual, seemed to be enjoying herself.
"After a few minutes of this the boy got up on his
knees and pulled out his pecker and Ashlee started
sucking on it for all she was worth. She can do that
job just like the girls in those porno movies. She did
that for another few minutes, then she got on her hands
and knees with her butt pointed at the boy and he
grabbed her by the hips and pushed it right in. Fucked
her hard, too, that boy. Ashlee's big titties were
swinging back and forth under her like crazy, and she
was smiling and saying things, though I couldn't hear
what she was saying.
"Now, in a better world, that would be where my story
ends. The two of them would just get off together, then
lay down and hold each other and everybody'd be happy.
But that's not the way it went. I guess the boy got it
in his head that he wanted to go in Ashlee's back door,
so he pulled out of the proper slot and put it right up
her ass. Just shoved it right in, and from what I could
see Ashlee wasn't expecting that.
"Of course, she'd taken men that way before, but every
time I seen it she liked to get lubed up with a little
Vaseline first. So, naturally, she was in a bit of
pain, and her mouth opened up in what looked to me like
a scream. Then she started squirming under him, trying
to get away, but he held her down well enough while he
finished.
"And that's where the trouble started, because as soon
as he was done Ashlee come out from under him and
stormed out of the room. The bathroom light came on
next, so I'm assuming that's where she went, to get
herself cleaned up. The boy just sat on the bed and
smoked a cigarette while she was gone. When she came
back she seemed pretty mad, and the two of them started
arguing. Again, I couldn't hear nothing, but I could
see their angry faces and they were waving their arms
and all that. Ashlee was still naked, and when she
waved her arms around like that she made her tits
bounce in a way that made me wish she'd get mad more
often.
"Anyway, they went at it for a while, then finally they
both seemed to calm down. Ashlee turned her back on the
boy, picked up the pack of cigarettes on the
nightstand, and while she was pulling out a smoke she
said something to him over her shoulder. Whatever she
said, it must have cut him deep, because he got this
real nasty look on his face. Then he came up behind
her, grabbed her head in his two hands, and snapped her
neck. Just like that. Little Ashlee fell right down
onto the floor, dead. Yes, on the floor, not onto the
bed. The boy stood over her for a minute, just looking
down at her, then grabbed up the pack of cigarettes and
left the room.
"I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. I actually just
stood there with my jaw down, looking over into
Ashlee's window at her limp body, and that boy just
standing there staring at her. When he left I got it in
my head that I had to do something. I ran out of my
room and down the stairs, then out to my driveway. I
saw the boy in a car then, tearing away from the curb.
I tried to get the license plate but he wasn't quite
close enough and he was moving too fast.
"I ran over to Ashlee's house and went up to her room
and I found her there, just as she'd fallen, laying
flat on her back with her arms splayed out to her
sides. Her head was at an awful angle and I knew she
was dead before I even got to her. I checked for her
pulse anyway, and to see if she was breathing, but she
was definitely gone.
"Now, the time that went by, from when he killed her to
the time that I got to her was no more than three, four
minutes at the most. She was still as warm as if she
was still alive, and she still had that fresh lively
pallor to her face. She seemed more like she was asleep
than dead. Or like she'd passed out from too much to
drink. And she was just laying there naked, that
wonderful body of hers right there in front of me.
Those big beautiful tits. She had these pretty little
pink nipples, and they were still hard.
"I couldn't resist it, Detective. My old behavior took
over and I reached right down and put my hands on those
tits, felt them and squeezed them, played with her
nipples. Then I moved my hands over her flat belly, and
touched her pubic area. She shaved down there, but she
still had a little strip of blonde hair right over her
pussy. I rubbed her there like she was a genie's lamp.
"I could have stopped there, I suppose, and not felt
guilty about it. But I didn't stop. I got that old
desire down between my legs, my prick waking up full
and hard, and after that I just didn't think about what
I was doing.
"I picked Ashlee up from the floor and lay her on the
bed. I settled her head on the pillow so she'd be
comfortable, and let her arms lay at her sides. I moved
her feet up so her legs would bend, then simply let her
knees fall apart. I arranged her so she looked like she
was ready to take on a man. And then I went and did it.
I unfastened my pants and took out my prick and got on
top of her. I put one arm under her so I could sort of
embrace her, and with my other hand I put my prick up
to her pussy, then pushed it in.
"Like I said, she was just as warm and soft as if she
was still alive. I slid right into her, easy as pie.
Like sticking your dick in a patch of silk. I put my
other arm under her and held her close, buried my nose
in that lovely blonde hair of hers, and I fucked her
just like I'd fuck any other girl. It didn't take too
long, maybe two minutes of pushing into that warm still
body, then I went off. I came inside of her.
"When I was done I just lay there for another minute or
so. I don't know what I was thinking or feeling then, I
guess I was just numb. I wasn't able to register the
idea that she was really dead, or that I'd just fucked
her. Fucked a dead girl.
"I finally came out of it. I kissed her on the lips and
told her I loved her, then got off of her. I pulled her
legs down to a more modest position, then I went over
to the window and pulled the curtains closed. I
wouldn't be looking in Ashlee's window anymore.
"Then I turned to leave. And that was when I noticed
the video camera, sitting there on top of her TV set. I
went over to it and saw that it was turned on. Of
course, I knew that it was evidence, that it would show
what that boy had done to her. But it would show what
I'd done to her too, so, in a panic I took the cassette
out of the camera and took it with me when I left.
"You didn't find it in the house because I didn't hide
it there. I have a safe deposit box down at the
Washington Mutual. You check that out, you'll find the
tape. And you'll see who it was that killed Ashlee
Wells. You'll see that it wasn't me.
"And now I'm just about done, Detective. I only got a
few other things to say. Like about that kiss I gave
her, and why I told her I loved her. You probably don't
believe me, but I do. Because of what happened earlier
that very same day. It was late afternoon and I'd just
come back from my doctor. I'd gotten out of my car and
I was tired and leaned for a moment on the front
fender. At that same time Ashlee had just come back
from somewhere and she saw me leaning on my car and she
came over to see if I was alright.
"Well, I wasn't alright. Because my doctor had just
informed me that I had cancer, and that I had less than
six months to live. It was devastating news to me,
especially since I'd had to watch Sandra go through the
horrible pain of dying from the very same thing. I told
Ashlee all of this, right there in the driveway, and
she said, 'Oh, you poor guy,' and she put her arms
around me and held me and let me cry on her shoulder.
That sweet girl.
"You can see now, I'm sure, why I decided to tell you
all of this. It wasn't just guilt that motivated me,
but the fact that I haven't got much time left on this
earth. Nothing left to live for, especially now that
Ashlee's gone.
"Say whatever you want about her, Detective. She may
not have had a very high moral standard, she may have
been a slut, and maybe a whore too for all I know, and
she was a little bit stuck up, but she was also the
kind of girl that when she saw another human being in
pain she just automatically opened up her heart to him.
Just a small act of kindness that can comfort a man to
no end, not just at that moment, but when he's
questioning his own soul in the night. When the night
itself is in question.
"That, more than anything else, is why Ashlee Wells
didn't deserve what she got, not from that boy nor from
me. So go get that tape, Detective, and find that
sonofabitch that killed her.
"You can lock me up now. I'm done."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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