Spellbook

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

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