Spellbook
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Here it is. Another attempt by me to write an erotic horror story. "Spellbook" contains scenes of magic, blood, and gore. Read on at your own risk!
Spellbook
Part one
By Honey Moon
Colleen seethed in anger as she strode down the street. How
dare Richard say he wanted to see other people! Couldn’t he
understand she needed time to think about giving her virginity to
him? She had seen the outline of his thing through his pants. The
size had actually frightened her! How dare he turn to that big titty
brain dead bimbo Misty just because she was so fucking easy?
Was Misty really her name? Did her parents want her to grow up
to be an empty headed whore? The eighteen year old paused and
glared at a sign. “Great, now the fucking bookstore is going out of
business! What else could go wrong today?
The angry young woman looked through the window and
caught her breath. It was a shame her favorite store was closing,
but she saw a sight that made her day seem just a little bit better.
“Fifty percent off? Everything must go?” Colleen could not resist
such a bibliophile’s dream. She entered the store.
“Why, If it isn’t young Miss Hannity.” Colleen jumped as a
boney hand landed on her shoulder. “I knew you were coming to
visit me today.”
“Good day, Madame Bertrand.” Colleen tried to calm her
racing heart as she turned to face the old woman. “I’m sorry to see
you’re closing up shop. I’ll miss coming here.”
“Do not feel sorry, for me.” The woman’s steel grey eyes
flashed. “It is only time for me to once again move on. Before I
leave this town, I would like to show you something.”
The young woman followed the shopkeeper into the tiny
apartment behind the many bookcases. Being in the main living
area was like stepping back though time. Madame Bertrand owned
no television, radio, computer, or even telephone. Colleen
suspected that if she searched the whole place, she’d find nothing
more technologically advanced then the light bulbs in the curiously
old fashioned ceiling lamp above her head. Even with the light,
Colleen sensed that the woman would rather use candles or a
hurricane lamp!
The teen jumped again when the woman suddenly thrust a
book at her. “This is for you, my little one.”
The little redhead was about to protest. Just because she was
slightly less than five foot tall there was no need to call her little
one! The four foot five inch woman stood as straight as she could,
but the anger melted away. “This book is OLD!” she gasped as she
gazed at the heavy leather bound tome. “Thanks for the offer, but
there’s no way I can afford such a well preserved edition.”
The wizened old shopkeeper cackled. “No, you
misunderstood.” She once again thrust the volume towards the
younger woman’s hands. “This is a gift! I’ll not be accepting any
coin in exchange!”
Colleen took the book and gave it a closer look. “A book of
magic spells?” she asked after making out the hand lettering on the
dusty leather cover. “What would I do with that?”
“If you have ‘The Sight’, you could do nearly anything your
heart desires!”
Colleen decided to humor the old hag. “Thank you very
much! I’ll cherish it always!” Even as she said those words, she
wondered how much it would net her on EBay!
When she made it home to her apartment, the young woman
tossed the book onto her bed. “Witch sight, yeah, right!” She didn’t
believe in such fairy tales! She gave up all such crazy ideals when
she had aged out of the foster care system six months ago. “I just
hope some dumb ass Goth chick will pony up a few hundred
dollars for the damn thing!”
Her mind drifted back to Richard and his fuck toy. How dare
that asshole dump her! “I hope that top heavy walking sperm bank
infects him with the never-get-overs! I hope the bitch’s birth
control fails, and he knocks her up!”
She angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. “This is not
affecting me!” she lied. “This will not bother me!” She snatched up
the book to give herself something else to dwell on.
The petite woman flipped through the pages. “There must be
hundreds of incantations in here. Why did the author waste so
much parchment though?” There must be some reason every other
page was left blank. She tossed the book back to the bed and
picked up her television remote.
Dead ideals or not, Colleen was a fan of animation. She
decided to clear her mind by watching the latest used DVD she had
managed to acquire. She opened the case for “Shrek 3-D” and put
on one of the included pairs of 3-D glasses. Popping the DVD
from the case, she turned to toss it onto the bed before inserting the
movie into her player. The redhead gasped and dropped the disk to
the floor.
“Oh my fuckin’ God!” she stammered as she stared at the
open book on her bed. Images of Ni
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