Coffin Hop #3

Welcome horror hounds and crazy chasers. Things in this story are about to get weird, but considering that this is part of the Coffin Hop for 2014, that should have been expected. I hope you enjoy the story and come back for more tomorrow.

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L. E. White



Frankie looked around the bedroom, frowning at the peeling paint and the curtain of cobwebs that filled the window.

He reached down to his pocket for what seemed like the millionth time, and brought his arm back up with a disgusted sigh. He couldn’t understand why Connor had insisted that they not bring in any electronics besides the ones he gave them. What harm could there be in playing a game while he waited.

It wasn’t like he was going to miss something.

“Why the fuck did you let her talk you into this.” He said the words out loud, but not loud enough for anyone to hear him. Megan had asked him to come along and he never said no to Megan.

Frankie leaned his head back against the wall with a thud. He considered doing it again, but figured it would start hurting.

He closed his eyes, and the memory of Megan at her last birthday party made him smile. She had just turned 21 and he had offered to take her out for her fist drink. A lot of guys bought her drinks, and she ended up dancing on the bar. Her cloths stayed on, but not by much.

“I wish you had taken your top off,” he said.

“Why didn’t you ask me to?”

Frankie rolled away from the sound, knocking the tripod over with a small crash. He looked up, and Megan was standing there, leaned against the door frame.

“You alright there big-in?”

Frankie hated it when anyone else called him that, but with her Texas accent, he didn’t mind.

“Yeah,” he said as he heaved himself up. “What are you doing in here? I thought we were supposed to stay in our rooms.”

“I didn’t want to,” she said. “I wanted some company.”

The sound of him swallowing rang out in the room like a gunshot.

“I can leave if you don’t want me … here.”

“Oh no, that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” She reached up and rolled the little gold charm on her necklace between her fingers. “Because if you don’t want me, I can go.”

Frankie watched her roll the charm between her fingers. He didn’t see it very often, she kept it in her shirt most of the time. After a second, he realize he could see it because her top few buttons were undone.


“You… You weren’t wearing that earlier.”

“I wasn’t?” She smiled at him and let go of her necklace. Frankie watched her put her fingertips on either side of her chin before dragging them down her body. “I didn’t know you paid that much attention to what I wear.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t think that sounded convincing at all. “I just thought you were wearing black.”

“Nope,” she said. “I wore this on purpose. Do you remember the last time I wore this outfit?”

Frankie’s breathing became shallow as he wet his lips. “Y-y-y-yeah.” He said. “You wore that on your birthday.”

“That was so much fun,” she said, turning her back on him and beginning to dance in place. “I loved it when everyone was watching me dance.”

Frankie watched Megan move. Her hips were making tiny circles and her hands worked up and down her sides, just like she had done that night.

“I loved my last birthday.”

“I’m,” he cleared his throat. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“The only bad part of the night was you.”

He blinked.

Megan turned her head and bent at the waist. She kept shifting her hips while looking at him and he felt like her eyes were turning him to stone.

“You could have had me that night, but you didn’t try,” She said. Megan slid her feet apart and rolled her head once, tossing her hair before looking back at him again. “You chickened out and hurried me home so that none of those guys could touch me. You took me home and didn’t crawl into my bed.”

Frankie sat with his mouth hanging open.

Megan straightened up and squeezed her ass with both hands. “I come in here, start dancing and half way take my shirt off, and you still don’t move.”

She turned to face him, and he felt hot. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, and he could see her chest through the skimpy lace bra she was wearing.

She moved closer, putting less than an arm’s length between them. “Well?”

He looked at her, his eyes moving from her face to her chest and then back. “I – I – I …”

Megan rolled her eyes and began buttoning her shirt up. “My god you are a loser. I throw myself at you and you are still too lazy and backward to do anything. You won’t even take pity sex when it gets served.”

Frankie’s felt his body heat up. “What do you mean pity sex?”

“You didn’t think I was doing this because of how great a guy you are did you?”

He closed his mouth and ground his teeth together.

“You did.” She said the words with so much shock. “You actually thought I might want you. Oh. My. God.” Megan was smiling from ear to ear as she headed towards the door. “You are so …”

Her words cut off when she tripped on one of the cords and fell. There was a cracking noise when her face hit the case, but she didn’t make another sound.

Frankie dropped down on the floor, sitting on his feet as he stared at her. He crawled over, rolled her onto her back, and looked at her smashed nose and busted mouth. A crease on her forehead was bright red and starting to turn into a black line. She gasped for breath before opening her eyes a little to look at him.

“No mouth to mouth,” she whispered before closing her eyes.

Frankie lowered his head and tears dripped off his cheeks.

Connor stood behind Frankie, watching, as the fat man sat on the floor, crying into his hands. In between sobs, he would reach out, running his hand over empty air, as if he was touching someone lying on the floor.

Connor bent down, closed his eyes and whispered, “How could she treat me like that? I can’t go on without her? She was the only one I ever really wanted. She was my everything.”

Frankie rocked back and forth, mumbling to himself as he repeated Connor’s words.


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  1. bn100
    October 26, 2014 at 10:48 PM

    Interesting scene

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  2. afstewart
    October 27, 2014 at 11:26 AM

    The plot just got very creepy, and interesting.

  3. October 27, 2014 at 11:03 PM

    Loving this L.E.!

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