Clementina - S01 E01

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Clementina - S01 E01

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

This is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Clementina, Chapter - Penetration

PART I

There was something about the ringing of my mom's phone in the kitchen that I just knew who it was and why she was calling.

It was almost ten at night and I was in the middle of a COD match with three friends. I tried to pretend I couldn't hear the conversation taking place in the next room, but a part of my brain had to listen, because I knew it was going to involve me.

"This is Eva," my mother said, answering the phone in her usual business-like tone, as I listened to one side of the conversation. "Oh, hi Clementina...yes, he's here...sure... he's in the middle of a game with some friends, but I can send him over when he's done, If you don't mind... it might be late, the university is on break so he doesn't have to get up early...sure, no problem. Thanks."

I muted my headset and called out to my mom.

"What is it this time?" asked.

"There's a leak in her basement, probably a pipe that needs to be replaced. If you can at least take a look at it tonight, that would be great. She said you could take your time, no rush. She'll be up until at least 1:00 AM if you can head over before then."

"Sure, no problem," I said, and returned to the game.

Ah, dear Clementina. Where to begin....

The house my mom and I lived in was, you could say, the proverbial 'last house on the left'. She and my father had bought the house just over a year ago. The neighborhood had been built on what was an old farm. The original family had sold most of the farmstead to the developer, but kept several acres and their farmhouse, barn, and a few outbuildings. There were rumors of Native American or Norse relics on the property but they were just rumors. My street was once the long driveway up to the old farmhouse and it dead-ended in a dirt double track leading up to the old house.

The old farmhouse was a massive thing perched on a hilltop. It had started as a ranch-style back in the early 1800's, and then they added a second story and a peaked roof with a full attic. Then they bolted on a couple of additional wings, turning a sprawling rambler Into an imposing, gothic monster that dominated the view for miles around.

Clementina was the only descendant left from the original family who built the house. Everyone else had either died or moved away - far away, for she had no family in the immediate area.

For a relatively young (forties) woman who lived alone in an old house, Clementina knew next to nothing about home repairs, so anytime anything in the ancient mansion went south, she had to call someone. And ever since we had moved in a little over a year ago, that someone had been us.

Actually, initially it had been my father and I together. We probably were over there at least once a week about something. But now my father was gone. One day he simply didn't come home from work. Coincidentally, his administrative assistant also disappeared. Turns out there had been rumors of an affair swirling around the office for months. The police did a perfunctory check, but didn't try too hard to find him. Where ever he went, he and his girlfriend didn't want to be found.

I had never been that close to my father, he was a workaholic with little time for his family. I was sad, and I was still grieving his loss Just a month since his disappearance, but was surprised (and a little disturbed) about how little it bothered me.

When he disappeared, we were a little worried whether we were going to lose the house. My folks had put about half the cost as a down payment, but the mortgage was a little tight for just my mom's and my income (I had a job at the university bookstore). But we were squeaking by, and Clementina occasionally tossed a little money our way when things got too close for comfort.

Really, Clementina was a comfortably well-off, nice but odd lady living in an old house by herself, But underneath it, she seemed like a genuinely kind person, and my mom and I had grown fond of her in the month since my father had disappeared.

She also was very...well, let's not get ahead of ourselves...

Anyway, and unfortunately, all this meant was the guy to go over and fix things when they broke. Which they did, with regularity.

Shortly after the phone call, my mom came into the room to say goodnight. Our games tended to slow down the moment my mom wandered into the camera view because was either the lucky one or the the unlucky one - depending on how you looked at it - to have an attractive mother. Like Clementina, she was in her forties. My mom still worked out and was fit, trim, svelte.

Though she never said It, think she liked the attention she always got from my buddies. It was never anything inappropriate, but everybody looked at her. And tonight she was wearing her bedtime gear of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt. I don't think she was wearing a bra, and when she bent over to kiss my forehead, she probably gave the guys on camera quite the view of her ass and possibly a shot up her shirt.

I shrugged, by now I was use to these shenanigans. Despite that, she was a good mother, a good provider, and someone I knew I could always talk to about anything. If she wanted to show the world her tits, that was her business.

Once she left, my game continued until around 11:30. Afterwards, I grabbed a flashlight and headed over to Clementina's.

The night was warm and I enjoyed the short walk up the long driveway to the old mansion. The lone bulb by the front door barely illuminated the gloom in the shadow of the house.

There was a light on upstairs in Clementina's room, and another in the front sitting room next to the front door. As soon as I pressed the doorbell, a shadow moved across the front window, and I could hear Clementina's footsteps approaching the door.

The doorknob turned and Clementina looked out and smiled.

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