The Long White Snake

The Long White Snake

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Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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What's wrong with my new apartment? Start with the neighbors and the upstate NY weather and ... This story is dedicated to Lee Schneider who's story TO FIND A WOMAN inspired me to write this story. Thanks Lee.

Summary

What's wrong with my new apartment? Start with the neighbors and the upstate NY weather and ...

This story is dedicated to Lee Schneider who's story TO FIND A WOMAN inspired me to write this story. Thanks Lee.

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Submitted: January 30, 2015

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Submitted: January 30, 2015

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THE LONG WHITE SNAKE

by Alan H. Arbinger

After we rented the apartment at the Old Inn at Plattsburgh, my wife and I proceeded to unpack and move me in, box by box.  It was a cold Saturday, even for upstate New York, and we did not see our first neighbor until 10 AM, a common woman, wearing glasses, with scraggly black hair in a long gray coat.  She looked at me with furrowed brow and pursed lips to spit out the words, "I hate you."  Then she hurried on her way. 

My wife Andi smiled at me and said, "Welcome to Plattsburgh."

The sixty inch wide screen television weighed about seventy five pounds.  It was big and as I went around the corner I struck someone who recoiled backwards.  I set the television down to see a gray haired woman about sixty holding her nose.  "Sorry.  I didn't mean -".

"No harm no foul.  I'm Hazel Kokava and I live next door to you, in apartment 3."

"Lewis Peasley, apartment 1.  But I guess you know that."

"I've already met your wife, Andi.  Lovely lady.  Well, get moving.  I've got to go out to the store."

I hoisted the television and brought it into the apartment.  "I just met our next door neighbor.  She invited us for dinner.  Wasn't that nice of her?"

"Yes," I replied. "I made an impression."

###

After the regular dinner conversation ran its course I had to ask, "Who is the woman with the black hair and gray coat?" 

"That's Matty, ah something.  I don't remember.  She's a little strange.  High School Librarian.  Always complaining."

"Complaining about what?"

"Men.  Ghosts.  Matty said there was a double murder upstairs in room 24, back in 1880 or something.  I've not had any problems but people have told me of apparitions, things moving, and other stuff.  People don't stay here very long."

"Have you ever seen a ghost yourself, or anything else?" asked Andrea.

"No.  Don't believe it myself but why tempt fate?  I have no business on the second floor.  I leave well enough alone."

"That doesn't explain Matty," I asked.

"No, it doesn't.  Matty says she's been raped in her apartment many times but the police investigated and found nothing.  No forced entry and no physical evidence."

Andi took a sip of wine and mused, "Mighty desperate rapist."

My wine spit out of my nose.  Hurriedly, I wiped up as the women laughed.  "Matty says this building is haunted.  Men enter her apartment at night.  She's nice, Andi, but she seems a little touched."  Hazel tapped her temple several times with her index finger.

"She'll have to hurry to meet me.  I'm leaving Lew here for the winter.  We'll drive down to Albany this weekend and I'll fly home to Cape Coral, in southwest Florida."

After more drinks we returned to spend the first night in the apartment.  "Do you want to move Lew?  I'll be worried about you in this place."

"No, its cheap and its furnished.  I need this job and we need the money."  As I took out the last of the trash that night I sensed someone watched me in the main hallway.  This feeling did not extend into the apartment.  As is our custom, Andrea and I made love in the new bed but I think we both just phoned it in.

###

In the weeks that followed, after Andi flew home, it got colder and snowed a lot, and I settled into a routine.  It seemed the building creaked all night long.  The sensation of being watched in the hallway never diminished.  Above me, the tenant's footfalls magnified to thunder-like sound.  When the wind was right, some nights the aroma of fresh bread wafted in from the bakery across the street.  Later I realized, when the pleasant aroma came in, so did the cold.

Through the thin walls I could often hear Hazel taking a shower and moving about.  We seemed to leave for work at roughly the same time.  We only spoke pleasantries and did not develop any further kind of acquaintance.  On rare occasions I crossed paths with Matty, who looked as fearful of me as ever.  She never once returned my "Hi".  The other tenants kept to themselves.  The feeling of being watched continued.

 One very cold Friday night I could not sleep, could not read, nothing on television, and so I searched the Internet for entertainment and soon hit the porn sites.  Hours later I heard a scream.  Being already dressed to stay warm, I raced into the drafty hallway and bounded up the stairways.  A teenage girl with long flowing hair and clad only in old bloomers ran toward me and away from an old man in dirty working clothes with a large drawn knife.  Neither were distinct, as if a projected image.  The girl ran right though me and my body shivered with a freezing cold sensation.  His expression changed from menacing to playful as he swatted his hand at me, as if to say "Ah, Pshaw."  I turned but the girl was gone and then the man.

The next day I chanced Matty in the hallway.  She spat at me and broke into a run, away from me.  I had it.  I did not want to worry Andi and there was nobody at work I wanted to share with.  I pounded on Hazel's door and told her what I'd seen upstairs.  She looked skeptical but heard me out and I continued about Matty.

"Matty swore to the police that two other men who lived here raped her.  Now, she says you raped her, too."  Hazel's eyes searched my face for reaction.  My jaw dropped a little.

"I swear..."  Hazel's eyes shifted upper left as if in thought.

"I swore to her that you don't leave your apartment after dinner.  With these thin walls I'd have heard you.  I can't change her mind.  I expect you'll be moving out soon.  Nobody really stays long here."  Hazel's gaze stayed too long on me.

"I'm staying.  I have a contract."

Hazel then changed to a relaxed smile.  "Matty calls you the Long, White Snake."  She then stared at my crotch as explanation.  My face flushed.  She continued, "I don't imaging Andi complains any."

"Um, I've got to go."

"Sorry if I've embarrassed you, Lew."

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Another week went by and a nor'easter dumped even more snow.  The next night was even colder inside and out.  The apartment was freezing but the pile of blankets afforded me a cozy warmth.  I fell into deep sleep but was awoken by a forceful knock on my door.  I arose not fully awake but made my way to the door in the crisp cold.  The bakery aroma was strong.  In the dim light I unlocked the door and opened it as far as the chain would allow.  It was Hazel.  I slid back the chain and let her in. 

"My heater quit.  Perhaps the pipes burst.  Do you mind?"

"Come in, Hazel.  Do you want some money for a hotel for the night?  I've got some cash you can borrow."

"Thanks, but we're probably snowed in.  May I just sleep on your couch?"

"Certainly.  I'll get you some blankets and pillows."

"Thanks Lew.  I'm so cold.  I promise I won't be a bother."

"Sure, no problem."  After she settled down I closed my bedroom door and snuggled into my queen bed.  As I closed my eyes I recalled Hazel look much younger in the dim light.  Soon sleep returned.

I was startled to hear a crack as the bedroom door gently opened.  I laid on my side facing away from the door and decided not to turn to look.  The door opened all the way and I heard a slow pace of footfalls.  Then I heard the gentle sound of clothing drop onto the wooden floor.  Slowly the sheets and blanket rose on the other side and a body slipped into my bed and came to rest.  After two minutes of inhaling the faint smell of gardenia perfume, I rolled over but still did not open my eyes.  I pulled my knee up and contacted a soft but cold thigh.  Cold like when my wife's hands get cold.  I put my top arm out and felt the ribs.  They were bare.  My hand moved up along the hip and then down the thigh.  She was naked.  The cold skin might have been a turn off at another time but that night I was very horny.  I opened my eyes.

Hazel lay on her side and looked at me expectantly; she waited for my move.  With only ambient illumination from the clock radio, she could easily pass for my age.

"You want this.  You know you do," she whispered.  "You think about it often.  And so do I.  Show me the long, white snake.  Put it up in there."  With full erection at the point there was no stopping.  I cupped her cold face and we kissed.  My hands kneaded her soft, firm breasts.  Soon, her soft thighs were apart and I pumped it in very deep.  She was cold inside, too.  Pumping in and out, fast and slow, did not warm her up.  I don't remember anything after my release.

###

The alarm went off at the normal time.  I awoke and reached under the sheets for Hazel but she was gone.  All I found was the sticky wet spot.  I got up and readied for work.

At the door I heard no sound but the creaking building.  I was nonplussed as I removed the chain.  Once into the hallway I heard another chain slide away and Hazel emerged from her apartment.  "Good Morning, Hazel."  I smiled.

"Good Morning, Lew," she beamed.  "Is the heat back on your apartment?"

"Well, yes?"

She sauntered closer to me.  "Tell me, how did you get the chain back on the front door after you left?"

"Well, Hazel, I --".

"That was a night I'll never forget, Lew.  Thank you so much."  She paused to smile wider.  She made an obvious glance at my crotch.  "Matty said you have the longest white snake she's ever seen.  I didn't believe her but now I have to agree.  You're a monster."  She paused, smiled again, and took another step closer to me.  "You don't have to make up a story about your heat going out.  Just come over anytime.  Anytime you want."

"Hazel, I didn't.  You came to me, you slept on my couch, and then laid in my bed.You replaced the door chain, didn't you?"

Hazel swung around and clasped her hands to her face and bent over.  "I'm so sorry, Lew."  She laughed and turned back around to look with her beet red face.  "It must have been Matty's incubus.  And you got a succubus."  A naughty smile alit her face.  "Imagine that!  Well, this place used to be a whorehouse."

THE END 


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