|The House of St John
Author: Harry PM
A young woman is hired to restore an old house, not knowing of the curse on the old houseRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Suspense - Chapters: 4 - Words: 29,824 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 4 - Published: 11-03-02 - Status: Complete - id: 1047385
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Linda had finally found the appropriate dress to take with her to St.
Louis, to see the performance of the operetta, Die Fledermaus, over the
weekend. The gown was exactly like the one she had tried on back in her
travels back to the 1920's: A backless, black dress, made of sheer, black
chiffon, that along with the rhinestones and lace in it to give it a spider
web appearance, along with see - through inserts that gave lent it a feeling
of being bare underneath it. Also, she found a matching head covering,
similar to that of a skullcap, made in the same spider web style. She
carefully packed them, along with a change of clothes, and a wrap to hide the
dress from the public, until she was ready to reveal it, in both a suitcase,
and a long bag, which was designed to hold such items. She also packed a
small makeup kit, inside the small chain metallic purse that she had earlier
purchased in an antique mall here in Springfield, to allow her to freshen up
her face while down in St. Louis.
After she brought the dress downstairs to her little room in the guest
house, she held it up in front of her while looking at her reflection in the
mirror. "The perfect dress for an evening at the opera " she thought to
herself, as she imagined herself in the dress. She then caught a glimpse of
her reflection, and the sight was both pleasing as well as surprising,
considering what she looked like and was thinking when she first arrived
She then carefully folded both the dress and the head covering into a
suit bag, as she carefully considered what she would pack into the suitcase
for the trip. A few minutes later, she slipped into the case a sheer, black
lace baby doll, with a matching little black G-string, for, as she thought to
herself, "Should things get interesting while I'm down in St. Louis. " She
also prepared a small makeup kit to take with her as well.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she quickly came to
another observation: "I had better get myself to a salon and have something
done with my hair before I take off for St. Louis this evening" she thought
And with that, she hopped into her car, and headed off for Springfield,
to get the last touches taken care of, before going with Carlyle to St.
Louis, to see the operetta Die Fledermaus.
Linda eagerly drove into the Pine Bluff Shopping Center, a fashionable
little mall on Springfield's southeast side. Within a matter of minutes, she
stepped into one of the hair salons that were in the shopping center.
"Welcome to Perfect Performance: may I be of assistance, Miss? " asked
Beverly, the receptionist on duty. "Yes, I need a touch up on a cut - and -
style job right away, " Linda replied. "Do you have an appointment? " the
"No, I don't, but I am going out of town for the weekend, and I was
hoping that someone might be available to make sure everything was set for
this major date this weekend, " answered Linda. Beverly looked down at her
appointment book, and saw that someone was available. "If you will have a
seat, I'll have Karen take care of you, " she said.
Within a few minutes, Karen came into the waiting area to get Linda.
Karen was in her early 30's, a blonde - haired lady, who was a little on the
heavy - set side, and looking very professional that day . Linda proceeded to
trail her to the back of the salon area, where she had her hair washed out
with a gentle shampoo, before it was cut and styled that day by the hair -
stylist. As Karen began to work on Linda's hair, she started shaking her
hair in complete disgust, from both a professional, as well as a personal
standpoint. "Just how long have you had your hair this color, ? " the
stylist asked. "A few weeks now. Why do you ask, ? " enquired the
restorationist. "Well, whoever did it, did a rotten job on it. The roots
are starting to show, the color only goes a few layers down, in effect, a
very poor job. If you want it to stay this color, I'm going to have to do a
bit more work than you had planned. However, when I'm done, you won't have
to worry about having anything done for another six to eight months.
But the final call is yours: It might take a little longer, and cost
a little bit more, but it will last longer, and look better than what you had
originally planned. "
It didn't take Linda very long at all to make up her mind. "Do what
you have to do to make sure that it looks good. I don't want to look like a
fool this weekend, " Linda answered. Karen went back to a cabinet, and got
out the equipment that she would need to do the job correctly that day. She
got out foil, a coloring paste, and a circular device that she set up with a
chair, and a set of tweezers to do some plucking of eyebrows with. And with
that, she went to work on Linda Mayer, preparing her for her weekend in St.
By the time that Karen was done with Linda, it was as if a completely
different person was sitting in the chair, compared to the young women who
had first entered the establishment. Her hair was now champagne blonde, with
no roots showing, as well as having had a pedicure and manicure done while
the work was going on. It indeed had taken longer than Linda had originally
planned, but the results that she saw were indeed very gratifying. "Karen,
you indeed are a miracle worker. My hair has never looked this good before,
" said the restorationist in a admiring tone. She quickly paid the bill, and
headed back to the St. John mansion, to prepare the last few things for her
upcoming trip to St. Louis.
By the time that 1:00 in the afternoon arrived, Linda had finished
packing everything that she though that she would need: Some changes of
regular clothing, on the off chance that they might take in some of the
famous sites there, her hair brush and comb set, the little mesh bag with
makeup, her dress and hat set for the operetta, an appropriate pair of shoes
to go with the dress, and, on the off chance that something else might take
place, a black lace teddy, with garters attached to it. She also packed some
stockings as well, to wear underneath the spider web dress, as well as what
dresses and skirts that she had packed for the trip. Just as she finished
packing the small suitcase for the trip, she heard a car horn sound. She
quickly hurried to the door, and was surprised to see Brian Carlyle there,
with a limousine waiting for her!
"Good afternoon, Miss Mayer. I hope that you have everything ready to
go, ? " asked the young developer. "I do indeed. I am amazed though, that
you came here in a limousine. I would have thought that you would have
picked me up in your car" answered the restorationist. Brian just smiled.
"I am pleased that you are surprised. Instead of flying down to St. Louis
to see the operetta, I decided to hire a limousine, so that if we wished to,
we could do some sightseeing and shopping down there if you so wished, " he
answered, not letting Linda realize just how far she had fallen into Brian
Carlyle's plan, a plan that involved getting her to work for him, causing
another major setback to the plans of the Historical Society, and completing
his turning the St. John property into a major showcase for development, and
also, as a place to bring money into the city of Springfield. All of this
though, he kept to himself, since he didn't want to tip his hand just yet.
In a matter of minutes, Linda had packed her suitcase, and the long bag
that contained her dress for the operetta, into the trunk of the limousine,
and then proceeded to join Carlyle in the back seat of the limousine as they
took off down Interstate 55 toward St. Louis.
As they headed down toward St. Louis in the limousine, Linda was
enjoying the journey down the interstate highway toward one of Missouri's
major cities. Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder, while she was
looking out the window. "Excuse me Linda, but would you like a drink while
we are traveling? The reason that I'm asking is that I have a surprise for
you while we are in St. Louis, " enquired Brian Carlyle, his eyes looking
into her, as if he were drinking her up. "No thank you Brian. The last time
I had anything major to drink before our little dinner party was at the
Historical Society's dinner, and I ended up slightly tipsy, " she answered.
"Well, I'm sure that there might be some non - alcoholic beverages in here, "
said Carlyle, in a calm, but insistent tone of voice. But Linda again
refused to have anything to drink, as they continued down the Interstate.
"By the way Brian, you mentioned a surprise for me. Now what is this
surprise that you were about to tell me? " prompted Linda. Carlyle quickly
turned toward her, his mind racing a mile a minute in thought, while one his
hands was grabbing a ice cold can of a non - alcoholic beverage from the refrigerator, that had been built into the
limousine. "I think that you will enjoy this very much my dear. The
surprise is this Miss Mayer: Some of the contacts that I have developed in
the St. Louis area have reported finding some documentation that indicates
that at least one member of the St. John family may have moved here shortly
after they left the Springfield area, " announced Brian Carlyle, his face
showing none of the true feelings in his heart, or the truth about his little
announcement. The truth of the matter was that his little speech was a sham,
an attempt to get himself in even closer to Linda, and bring her over to him
and his company. After two hours travel in the limousine, the pair arrived
at the St. Louis Hyatt Regency Hotel. At the desk, a young man, with
receding brown hair and glasses, by the name of Michael turned to address the
couple. "Yes, how may I be of assistance to the two of you, ? " he asked.
Brian went to his wallet, and pulled out a Titanium Master Card.
"Yes, I'm Brian Carlyle. I have a reservation for this weekend, " he
answered handing the card to the clerk to confirm the reservation. Mike quickly
checked the hotel's reservation computer to check on the name. "Yes, I see.
You have a private suite waiting for you on the tenth floor of the hotel.
You will need your key to access that floor. And I'll need your credit card to
make the final conformation, " said the clerk.
"If you will look in front of yourself, on the desk, you'll find what
you are asking for, " said the developer, in a calm, steady intonation. The
clerk looked down and saw the card on the desk in front of him. Upon taking
the card, he slide it through a card reader, and seeing how much of a limit
was on the card, he quickly changed his mannerisms. "I'm sorry Mr. Carlyle.
I just didn't realize that it was you. Your private suite is waiting for
you as you requested. All that we now need is your signature on this slip,
and you will be all set, " quickly stated Michael. Carlyle quickly signed
the slip, and took the key from the desk, as well as a card key for the
suite, and headed for the elevators, with Linda not very far behind him.
"Just what was it that he saw on that monitor that changed his mind so
quickly ? " asked Linda, as she breathlessly hurried into the elevator
behind Carlyle. "Nothing much, my dear Linda. Just the fact that the card
has on it a $125,000 credit limit, which I rarely use more than $10,000
worth, that's all, " answered the developer, as he inserted the key into a
space designed for that key, beneath the button for the floor that they were
As they arrived on the 5th floor, Brian Carlyle removed the key from
the elevator, and the two of them entered the hallway. From there, it was a
short walk to the suite that had been reserved for them. As they reached the
door, Carlyle took the card key, and swiped it down the slot in the door. A
few seconds later, the lights on the lock lit up, and the door was unlocked.
He then held the door open, and allowed Linda to enter the suite with their
The suite that they entered was a very large one, with two large walk
in closets, set up so that clothing could be hung up, so as to allow wrinkles
caused by traveling to be removed, as well as a bathroom that could be
closed and locked from the inside. The biggest surprise though, was a king
size bed next to a pair of small night stands with a phone, a AM - FM radio
with sleep function, and a remote control for the television on it as well.
"Well Linda, what do you think of this suite" ? Asked Brian Carlyle.
"I have to admit, I've never been in a suite like this, in all my travels.
Most of the time, I just stay in a small room, with a single twin size bed in
it, " replied the restorationist. "Well, why don't you use the bathroom to
freshen up a bit, and prepare for tonight. The Opera House is having a
performance of Die Fledermaus tonight at 8:00, and I don't think that we
would want to be late, " called out Brian Carlyle, as he opened up a valise
that he had brought with him.
Linda opened up her suitcase, and took out everything that she would
need for that night: The sheer, backless spider web style dress, with the
matching skull cap, a pair of black leather pumps with the pointed toe and
the 3 1/2 " heels, a fresh pair of stockings, and a lightweight black wrap to
cover everything until she was ready to reveal what she was wearing that
night. She then took a small steam iron, and proceeded to use the iron to
try and remove some of the crinkles from her ensemble. However, she found
that the iron was doing little, if any, good. So instead, she decided to
take a long, hot shower, with the bathroom doors closed, to try and remove
the creases that way.
While Linda was taking her shower, Brian Carlyle was going over some of
the paperwork that he had brought with him from Springfield. As he reviewed
the papers, a devious smile came over his face. All of his plans were on the
verge of coming together.
With just a little nudge here and there, not only would the St. John
property be his, but Linda Mayer would be his as well. And not just at work,
but as his sexual plaything as well. His mind was going into overtime, as he
imagined the things that would be going on between him and Linda, when a
discreet feminine clearing of the throat took him out of his mental revelry.
Linda was standing behind him, wrapped only in a towel, with her small, firm
breasts, showing slightly above the towel. "If you don't mind, we have a few
hours before the show begins. Perhaps you could put your paperwork aside,
and we could do a little sightseeing before we have to come back here to
change for the performance tonight, " gently chided the marginally clad
Brian was slightly surprised by both the fact that so much time had
passed, but also the fact that even with her dressed only in a towel, Linda
was driving him half out of his mind by the merest hint of her sexuality. It
took him a minute or two for him to get his mind back to where he was, and
not on where he wanted to be. "I'm sorry Linda. Give me a few minutes, and
we can go to some of the sights in and around the city. "
Within 20 minutes, the two of them were dressed and ready to leave the
suite for an afternoon on the town. Brian Carlyle was wearing a light blue
sport jacket, a white, short sleeve shirt, and matching light blue slacks,
along with a pair of comfortable, tan, walking shoes, and a pair of
sunglasses, along with a matching carrying case, that he slipped into one of
his coat pockets, before their travels about the town began. Linda came out of the bathroom in a teasing manner a few minutes later,
starting off with a wisp of perfume, before reveling that she was wearing a
pair of comfortable blue - black flats, a denim skirt that revealed a pair of
slightly sheer beige stockings, a white peasant blouse that was slightly off
her shoulders, from which Brian could smell a hint of a seductive perfume,
and a cameo choker with a black ribbon, around her neck.
As Linda did a small turn, to show off to Brian Carlyle what she was
wearing, he nodded in adoration. "My dear, you look undeniably smashing in
that attire. There shouldn't be any problem in our going out and about the
city this afternoon, " he professed, his eyes never leaving Linda's figure.
And with that, they left the room, with Carlyle taking the card key with him,
and putting it in one of the pockets of his sport jacket .
As the two travelers proceeded toward the front doors of the
Hyatt-Regency Hotel, Brian stopped off at the concierge's desk to get a list
of possible spots to visit before they had to return to change for the
operetta that evening. "Let's see now. Hermann is out of the question,
since it would take at least 90 minutes to get there, up to an hour to take
the tour, a half hour to taste and pick out the correct wines to bring back,
and another 90 minutes at least to drive back. How about we take a tour of
the planetarium instead? " suggested the developer.
"That would be fine. Maybe we can take in a show while we are there,
If it doesn't cut into the time we need to get back and get
changed for the operetta tonight, " responded Linda. With that, Brian took
out a calling card, as well as his credit card, and went to a nearby
Within 10 minutes, Brian Carlyle was back, with a smile on his face.
"Well, Linda, I have some good news for us. There is an Omnimax Theatre show
starting within the next 45 minutes. I've already ordered a pair of tickets
for us, " he mentioned to the restorationist. "And what is the show for
today about, ?" enquired Linda. "The South Pole, " responded Carlyle, as he
opened the door of the limousine for Linda.
As they proceeded toward the Science Center, which contained the
planetarium, Brian took the small phone from its case in the back seat of the
limousine, and dialed a number which he had written down on a small card.
"Yes, I'd like to make a reservation for two at 10:00 P.M. under the name of
Carlyle. Make that reservation in the non-smoking section of the restaurant,
" he stated. And with that, he hung up the phone. "What was that all about?
" asked Linda. "I wanted to make sure that we could have dinner tonight
after the operetta at a little place I know that serves excellent Italian
food. In fact, the lasagna there seems to melt in your mouth! " replied an
enthusiastic James Ferino. Within a few minutes, the two travelers were
heading toward the Science Center, moving down highways toward the Omnimax
Theater, and the show on the South Pole.
Upon reaching the area, Brian and Linda entered the planetarium, and
quickly headed toward the ticket counter. There, Brian picked up the tickets
for the theatre, and they quickly followed the directional signs to get to
Upon entering the theatre area, Brian and, especially Linda, were
amazed at the sight of the dome on which the movie was to be projected. They
then proceeded to find a pair of seats next to each other, which were
inclined at an angle so as to see the top of the dome. As Linda sat down in
her chair, Brian took a quick glance at both her figure, and her legs, which
where very well shown off by the 45 degree angle that the chairs were set at.
As Carlyle sat down, the lights in the theatre dimmed, and the show began.
By the time that the two travelers were finished watching the movie,
and managed to reach their vehicle, it was closing in on 5:30 P.M. , and
they immediately headed back to the hotel room to change for the evening
performance of the operetta. "Now don't forget Brian, that tomorrow morning
we need to check on that documentation that you told me about on our way down
here earlier today, " gently reminded Linda. "Don't you worry your pretty
little head my dear. I won't let you forget, " responded Carlyle, while
lying through his teeth. He had no intention of taking Linda to see any
documents, especially since they didn't exist at all. His plans were to take
her to the opera that night, to see Die Fledermaus, then to dinner, where he would get her in such
a state that she wouldn't be able to see the documents the next day, and
therefore, be forced to head back to Springfield. By that time, he could say
that the Historical Society had failed, and therefore, he should be allowed
the next shot at developing the Saint John property. Also, he hoped to have
seduced Linda into working for him, both in the office, as well as in
private. Such thoughts brought a feeling of well being, as well as a feeling
of personal satisfaction at sticking it to Sammuelson once and for all.
Upon reaching the Hyatt-Regency hotel, both Brian and Linda were eager
to change for their evening at the Opera House. Brian went to one of his
valises, and took out a full tuxedo, equipped with a bow tie, a black
cummerbund, to contrast with his white shirt, and black jacket and pants, as
well as a matching pair of dark shoes. Also, he slipped onto the shirt a
pair of cufflinks, to close the shirt at the wrist of each arm. Afterwards,
he put on a set of suspenders to help keep the pants up, in place of a belt.
All in all, it took him about 10 minutes to get dressed.
Linda went into the bathroom, and was pleased to find that all the
wrinkles had come out of the dress. As she opened her suit bag, she adjusted
the lights, and began to apply her makeup for the night. She first put on a
light foundation to her face, then put some mascara and eye shadow on. She
then used a bright red lip pencil, and then applied some lip-gloss to seal
the color to her lips, and then some blush to finish the make up job. After
Linda was done with her makeup, she then proceeded to get dressed.
Linda removed her original lingerie and began to put a midnight black
satin garter belt that had six garters on it, around her waist. After
putting it on, she sat down and began to attach some gray stockings with
black back seam stockings to the garters. After she attached the stockings,
she then proceeded to try on first, some panties, including a pair of
crotchless panties, then a pair of high cut briefs, then some bikinis, then a
string, and finally, a thong. Unfortunately, none of them fit well, when she
slipped the dress on.
Finally, Linda made a decision. She wouldn't wear anything under the
dress except the garter belt and stockings. Very carefully, she adjusted the
garter belt around her waist, then unrolled a pair of gray stockings that had
black back seams and black heels. After unrolling the stockings, she
carefully attached the stockings to the six garters onto the garter belt.
After checking in the mirror to make sure that the seams were on straight,
she carefully put the dress on. Upon looking at her reflection in the
mirror, Linda was very pleased. The reflection showed a young, vibrant
women, completely different from the subdued creature who had stepped off the
airplane and arrived in Springfield so many months ago. She also felt more
unusual inside than when she had arrived in Springfield, much more daring
than she had been in the past, even feeling some of her long denied passion
starting to arise. Carefully putting on both her wrap and the matching skull
cap for the dress, as well as a pair of black, 2 1/2 " heels, Linda stepped
out of the bathroom, and turned off the light.
As Linda stepped out of the bathroom, Brian Carlyle was ready by the
door to the room, tapping his foot impatiently. "I've been waiting several
minutes for you, my dear. If we don't . . . " his voice trailing off, as he
got a glimpse of Linda in her dress, causing his eyes to glaze over briefly.
A minute later, Carlyle offered Linda his arm, as they headed out the door
toward the opera house.
Three hours later, the two of them were at a little Italian restaurant
called Mamma Rosa's, eating lasagna, and drinking wine, over a small table
that had a small candle burning in a glass to add ambience to the dinner, as
well as talking about the operetta that the two of them had seen earlier that
evening. "I must admit, it has been a while since I have seen a performance
set in the early 19th century, but it was very impressive, " said Linda, who
had slipped off her shoes, and was trying to flirt with Brian Carlyle by
running her feet up and down his legs. "I must admit that the cast did a
very good job of making sure that everything was heard by the audience, "
replied the developer, who was thinking back to the reaction that the people
attending the operetta that night had given, when Linda removed her wrap, and
revealed the gown that she was wearing that night. The sheer, black chiffon
dress with the crystal rhinestones in it, along with the below the shoulder
black gloves, had caused quite a stir among both the men and the women. The
women looked at her with both awe and disgust, while the men looked on with
appreciation and desire.
"I have to admit, my dear Linda, that the costumes were accurate, and
it truly seemed to reflect the time period that was indicated, " Brian said,
barely able to keep his poise with the flirting that Linda was doing under
the table. "I also must admit Brian, that you were right about this
restaurant. The food is superb. The lasagna really does seem to melt in my
mouth. And, while I normally don't drink alcoholic beverages, this wine
really goes well with dinner. I can't remember ever having such a good time
at dinner, " Linda stated. Brian smiled a small, quiet smile. "It won't be
much longer, " he mused to himself, "before I will have Linda Mayer in my bed
and all to myself. "
"My dear Linda, I have a small suggestion to make: Why don't we head
back to the hotel, and get some sleep. We've both had a long day, and we
both could use, " as he looked directly into her eyes, and whispered in a
low, lust filled voice, "some serious rest for tomorrow, " said Carlyle, his
eyes brilliant with intensity. By this time, Linda was feeling conflicting
emotions in her body. Part of her wanted to go back to the hotel and get
some rest. Another part of her wanted to answer Brian Carlyle's challenge
that he had issued with his voice and in his eyes. More and more, the
yearning that she had kept under control was starting to come back to the
surface. In the end, the yearning came out ahead. "That's fine Brian. We
can go back to the hotel, and, " brushing her lacquered nails gently against
his chest, "get some rest, " replied the restorationist in a matching tone of
With that, Brian Carlyle signaled the waiter to their table. A few
minutes later, the check had been paid, and the two people left the
restaurant to head back to the hotel.
As the couple headed back to the Hyatt-Regency hotel in St. Louis,
things were progressing rapidly. Linda was nibbling on Carlyle's ear, while
he was holding her hand, and kissing her on the neck, at times. By the time
they reached the suite, the passion was definitely reaching a peak.
As they slipped into the suite, Linda whispered to Carlyle " If we are
going to get some rest let me slip into something more comfortable, " as they
broke the embrace that they were in. Brian Carlyle smiled, and gave a small
nod to her. "Go ahead and get yourself ready. I'll be waiting for you when
you get done, " he answered. As Linda slipped into the bathroom to change,
Brian proceeded to get changed himself. He carefully hung up his tuxedo,
slipped off the cufflinks, and put them back into the little box that he had
removed them from. He then carefully removed his suspenders, took his shirt
off, and put them away. Finally, he put his shoes away, and turned down the
bed as he waited for Linda.
In the bathroom, Linda turned on the light, and carefully removed her
dress, and put it back into the suitcase that it came from. She then
carefully removed the gloves, and unhooked the stockings from the garter
belt, and put both the stockings and the belt into her overnight bag. She
then slipped out of her bag, the little, black lace teddy with the lace
G-string, and put both of them on. She then turned off the light and headed
out the door, toward the bed.
As Linda moved toward the bed, other than the sound of her breath and
the breath of Brian, the only noise that was heard in the room, was the sound
of the soft whisper of sheer lace moving about until she reached the bed
where Brian was waiting for her. As they moved together in the bed, it soon
was hard to tell who was making love to whom in the room that night.
Eventually, both people fell asleep in exhaustion from the lovemaking.
In the morning, both Linda and Brian awoke early. Brian tried to
engage Linda in another session of lovemaking, but was gently refuted.
"Don't forget Brian that we have an appointment this morning to check out
that material that you found out about, indicating that a member of the St.
John family had moved here " said Linda, her voice reflecting the intensity
that was showing in her eyes. "Well then, I guess that we had better get
cleaned up and dressed before we go" replied Brian. With that, Brian slipped
out of the bed and headed toward the shower to get cleaned up.
"Now, now, now Brian, have you forgotten your manners? After all, good
manners dictate that a lady should go first, " Linda said in a coy manner.
Brian Carlyle then bowed from the waist down, and motioned with his hand.
"Very well then, after you, " he stated as he opened the door to the
After Linda was done in the bathroom, she started getting dressed while
Brian got cleaned up. Linda put on a pair of dress flats, a set of ivory,
thigh high, lace top stockings, a knee length skirt, a simple white blouse,
and quickly brushed out her hair. She then took out her metallic makeup
case, and used a lip pencil to fill in her lips, covering them with lip
gloss, to keep them wet. Looking at her image in the mirror, she was pleased
with what she saw. "Not bad, for someone who is going to look over some
documents, " she mused to herself. The outfit that she had chosen for
herself was not as sexy as some of the outfits that she had worn lately, but,
as a small concession, she chose not to wear a bra that day. As she started
to straighten things up around the suite, she found Carlyle's notes on the
estate lying near his open briefcase. As she read the notes, all of her
enthusiasm left her, leaving her feeling disgusted and ashamed. Brian
Carlyle had used her and had plans of his own for her!
When Brian Carlyle came out of the bathroom, Linda was waiting for him
standing with her hands held behind her back. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise Linda, to see you already dressed, and ready to go" he
remarked. Then he noticed that Linda had her hands behind her back. "Do you
have a surprise for me back there, ? " he enquired, with eyes that were
reflecting mischief and humor. The look in his eyes changed, when an ashtray
when flying by his head. "What was that all about, Linda? " asked an
astonished Brian Carlyle. "I'll tell you what its all about Brian. It's
about you using me, using my desire to restore the St. John estate for your
own twisted plans, and trying to use me for yourself! " she screamed at him,
while trying to throw another ashtray at him. "Your own notes tell how you
used me to get back at Sammuelson, how you were trying to use me for your own
purposes! " she yelled at him, as she headed into the bathroom, while
gathering up her clothes.
A few minutes later, Linda had gathered her clothes into her overnight
bag and her suitcase, gathered her purse, and slammed the bathroom door
behind her. "I'm heading back to Springfield, and the St.
John estate. Don't even think about following me, or trying to talk me out
of my decision. If I have to, I'll tell Sammuelson all about your little
attempt at deception. So, just back off, " she said, as she headed out the
door of the suite.
After heading out of the suite, Linda took the elevator down to the
lobby, and, after checking with the concierge of the hotel, walked to the bus
station, and bought a one-way ticket to Springfield. Within a few minutes,
the call was made to board the bus. Linda checked her suitcase onboard, and
took a seat in the middle, and put her overnight bag above in the storage
It took 2« hours by bus, but she finally arrived in Springfield. After
arriving at the bus station on the east side of Springfield, Linda hailed a
cab by phone, and directed the cab driver on how to get to the St. John
estate. She paid him the $35.00 fee needed to get to the estate, and headed
in. But, instead of heading to the little house in the back that she had
been staying at, Linda went to the main house. Barely able to hold back the
tears she had been feeling since she left St. Louis, she dropped her bags
inside the foyer, and headed to the master bedroom.
Upon arriving in the master bedroom, Linda, half sobbing, half gasping,
stripped off her clothes, and headed into the bathroom, with the idea of
scrubbing off any and all remnants of Brian Carlyle. And a long and hard
scrubbing bath was what it was. By the time Linda was done, her whole body
was scrubbed red and raw. Putting back on her clothes, Linda fell down on
the bed, crying and trying to figure out what to do next.
"If I tell Sammuelson that I went to St. Louis with Carlyle, hell
never give me a good recommendation, and I'll never work again. If I try and
go back to Carlyle, he'll just use me as a love toy, and just drop me when
he's finished with me. I just don't know what to do" she moaned. Suddenly
she heard her name being called out from inside the room. "Linda, " the
voice called again. "Come to the mirror Linda. Just come to the mirror, and
all your worries will be over, Linda" the voice said.
As Linda turned toward the mirror, she saw Josette and several of the
other girls from the days of the whorehouse. "Join us Linda. Stop being
mistreated by men, and come to us, where you can control things, " the voice
of Josette seemed to say. Linda didn't know what to think. Her emotions
were all out of synch, and she had nowhere else to turn to.
All her instincts were saying that there was nothing left for her here.
Linda finally came to a determination on the matter. She got up out of
the bed, and headed toward the mirror. "If there is nothing left for me in
my time, maybe there is something waiting for me in the past, " she muttered
to herself, as she reached out toward the mirror. As she touched the mirror,
she disappeared into the past.
Two Days Later
All was quiet at the St. John mansion, until Sammuelson drove up to
the mansion. It had been nearly a week since he had last heard from Linda,
and he wanted to check on her, and give her the promised check for her work.
As he approached the door of the guesthouse, he was surprised to hear
another car come up the drive. As he looked back, up came Brian Carlyle in a
sports car. "And what, pray tell Carlyle, are you doing here ? " asked
Sammuelson in a voice that indicated his displeasure at seeing the younger
"A few days ago, Linda and I had a falling out. I came by to
apologize, and to ask her out. Now, is there any harm in that ? " asked the
young developer. Before either man could say anything else, a light blue
Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up into the driveway. Out of the car stepped a
tall, willowy brunette, carrying some documents. "Excuse me please, " she
said, "But could either of you gentlemen tell me if you have seen Linda Mayer
lately ? " she asked. "And who might you be to ask such a question ? "
replied Sammuelson. "My name is Desiree Wilson. I work as a Oral Historian
at the University. I came by to see Linda, because of some information that
I had uncovered in regards to the history of the house, and in regard to her
mental state. She had been having some very wild dreams, and I thought that
I would check and see if she was still being bothered by them, " she
answered. Sammuelson nodded in appreciation. "This is Mr. Brian Carlyle, a
local developer, and I am Mr. Sammuelson of the historical society. We were
here to check on Miss Mayer, since neither of us had heard from her in a
while. Would you like to accompany us on our inspection of the property? "
asked Sammuelson. Desiree's reaction was immediate and open. "There is no
way that I will go into that house! When you get out of the house, I'll
explain why" stated Desiree in quick, short outburst. With that, the two men
entered the house.
Both men entered the house, and began to search the house from top to
bottom. They found Linda's bags in the foyer of the house, and slowly began
to check each and every room of the house. Outside of Linda's bags, and a
few clothes, there was no sign of her. The only thing that they found out of
the ordinary was a set of stereoscope cards and a viewer. When they started
looking at the cards, they found pictures of the St. John estate in the late
1920's. What they didn't see was Linda, dressed in the clothes of that era,
living as one of the ladies in the house. Also, the portrait in the master
bedroom showed Linda standing behind Pamela in the 1930's.
When the men came out of the house, Desiree was waiting for them.
"Well, did you find her? " she asked. Both men shook their heads,
indicating that they had not been able to find her. "Well, with the
information that I have uncovered, told me that you wouldn't find her" she
stated. "And what, pray tell, was that? "asked Carlyle, in a slightly
sarcastic tone. "If you don't drop that tone, you won't get the information
that I have, " retorted Desiree. "People, people, quiet down. Now, Miss
Wilson, I believe that you have some information to pass on " said
Sammuelson, his voice rising to quiet down the uproar. "The information that
I uncovered concerned something that most people were not aware of. The
information states that the original daughters of the St. John put a curse
on the house that affected women only. If you men would care to exam the
transcripts that I brought with me, you'll see what I mean" she simply
stated. And with that, all three of them left the St. John estate, and
joined her at her vehicle.
While the St. John estate may be fictional, and the characters may be
fictional, many of the places listed are real, with the names changed. I am
enclosing a list of those places and there real names. The list is as
Name Real Name
Command Airport Capitol Airport
John Q Smith Highway J. David Jones Parkway
Holy Cross Academy Sacred Heart Academy
St. Xavier Hotel St. Nicholas Hotel
Restful Retreat Inn Sleepy Time Motel
The Corkscrew The Corkscrew Wine Emporium
Sunny Ridge Shopping Center White Oaks Mall
Silver Lining Cabaret Club Totally Fictional
University University of Illinois Springfield
Quebec Road Toronto Road
Pasture Road Shepherd Road
Bullseye Discount Department Store Target Stores
Small Lingerie Shop Dream Girls
Pine Bluff Shopping Center Capitol City Shopping Center
Perfect Performance Command Performance