Realistic Confection, chapter 1
Eleanor looked out as a beautiful Porsche rolled up on her gravel driveway. She immediately rushed to the door, ready to welcome her fifth guest. Apparently, she was unaware that it was none other than Keela, her sworn enemy whom she was forced to invite for reputation's sake. As the familiar hollow ring sounded thoughout the teak hallway, Eleanor opened the warm-coloured oak door with an enthusiastic swing.
"Ellie, darling, you've grown SO much!" Keela popped with delight.
Eleanor mentally rolled her eyes, and she smiled a fake grin, letting Keela enter with her millionaire husband. Her whole body was adorned with branded clothes, accecories, jewellery and a perfect figure, just as it appeared ten years ago in college. As Eleanor thought about this, nostalgy filled her mind as Jason, her own fairly rich husband, came forward to welcome his wife's most dreaded guests, who had obviously arrived earlier on purpose to flaunt their costly belongings and annoying accent.
"Terry, my man!" Jason cried with friendliness at Keela's husband, the creator of a computer software.
"Hello, Jason. Might you direct me to the mens' room please?" Terry said, holding his head high. Jason nodded and that left the two ladies alone.
"So, Ellie, how's life? Mine has been absolutely wonderful! Just last night, Terry gave me a dose of his sex meds!" she cried with glee. Eleanor widened her eyes. Jason was reluctant to even kiss her anymore, and there was Keela, who just had sex the night before. Then Keela had a sheepish look on her million-dollar face. "Oh Ellie, darling, where are the guest rooms? I oh so want to put my coat away!"
"This way, Keela..." A depressed Eleanor directed her upstairs to the guest rooms, where Terry was already hanging around, waiting for his beloved wife. Eleanor then followed by walking downstairs to chat with her old, real friends.
"No, really. She's disgusting! She told me about her sex with the husband last night! It's so unfair. She always gets what she wants. She gets sex, I get a cuddle. She gets a millionaire, I get a rich...normal guy. It's just..."
THUMP!
A hollow loud sound came from above.
"Oh god, what now, did she drop her thousand carat diamond?" Eleanor retorted.
"Quit being such a sore ass and go see what the hell happened, Ellie!" Tanya, Eleanor's best friend said.
She then walked upstairs and opened the guest bedroom door. "Everyone okay?" she said, followed by eye-widening.
A floorboard was missing, causing a gap in the parquet floor. But besides that, Keela and Terry were getting intimate on the guest bedroom.
"What the fuck is happening?!" Eleanor screamed, shielding her eyes as the couple pulled the blanket up their torsos.
"Ellie! That floorboard just dropped down to the room below! Which is a tad bit dark, no?"
Eleanor pondered a bit, thinking of the reason why they never lighted up OR entered the room below. Then it hit her.
"Okay, Keela, like about 5 years ago, before me and Jason bought this apartment, the agent warned us against ever touching that room. There was like, a millionaire and his slut wife living here before us, and they died while...having... sexual intercourse in that room. It's known to be haunted."
Keela cocked her head and smiled sassily.
"Oh?"
"Ellie, darling, you've grown SO much!" Keela popped with delight.
Eleanor mentally rolled her eyes, and she smiled a fake grin, letting Keela enter with her millionaire husband. Her whole body was adorned with branded clothes, accecories, jewellery and a perfect figure, just as it appeared ten years ago in college. As Eleanor thought about this, nostalgy filled her mind as Jason, her own fairly rich husband, came forward to welcome his wife's most dreaded guests, who had obviously arrived earlier on purpose to flaunt their costly belongings and annoying accent.
"Terry, my man!" Jason cried with friendliness at Keela's husband, the creator of a computer software.
"Hello, Jason. Might you direct me to the mens' room please?" Terry said, holding his head high. Jason nodded and that left the two ladies alone.
"So, Ellie, how's life? Mine has been absolutely wonderful! Just last night, Terry gave me a dose of his sex meds!" she cried with glee. Eleanor widened her eyes. Jason was reluctant to even kiss her anymore, and there was Keela, who just had sex the night before. Then Keela had a sheepish look on her million-dollar face. "Oh Ellie, darling, where are the guest rooms? I oh so want to put my coat away!"
"This way, Keela..." A depressed Eleanor directed her upstairs to the guest rooms, where Terry was already hanging around, waiting for his beloved wife. Eleanor then followed by walking downstairs to chat with her old, real friends.
"No, really. She's disgusting! She told me about her sex with the husband last night! It's so unfair. She always gets what she wants. She gets sex, I get a cuddle. She gets a millionaire, I get a rich...normal guy. It's just..."
THUMP!
A hollow loud sound came from above.
"Oh god, what now, did she drop her thousand carat diamond?" Eleanor retorted.
"Quit being such a sore ass and go see what the hell happened, Ellie!" Tanya, Eleanor's best friend said.
She then walked upstairs and opened the guest bedroom door. "Everyone okay?" she said, followed by eye-widening.
A floorboard was missing, causing a gap in the parquet floor. But besides that, Keela and Terry were getting intimate on the guest bedroom.
"What the fuck is happening?!" Eleanor screamed, shielding her eyes as the couple pulled the blanket up their torsos.
"Ellie! That floorboard just dropped down to the room below! Which is a tad bit dark, no?"
Eleanor pondered a bit, thinking of the reason why they never lighted up OR entered the room below. Then it hit her.
"Okay, Keela, like about 5 years ago, before me and Jason bought this apartment, the agent warned us against ever touching that room. There was like, a millionaire and his slut wife living here before us, and they died while...having... sexual intercourse in that room. It's known to be haunted."
Keela cocked her head and smiled sassily.
"Oh?"
