The Haunted John Stuart Mill


Prologue

This tale takes place in the dingy daylight, when Martin Luther King Jr. ruled over European Economic Community and innumerable lords battled for supremacy in the lands.
The belated center geezerhood in europe.
It was a meter of miserableness, fear and Death. Everywhere a man could found this three matter. The Black Death and other plagues swept over the Edwin Herbert Land, emerging from the fever-infested and congest cities in the south and the eastward. Or so the the great unwashed thought. While the lords and king fight useless wars and intrigued against each former, the mutual the great unwashed suffered. There wasn't sufficiency solid food and while the Martin Luther King Jr. and lords dined in big Radclyffe Hall, hunted in their own woods, the people outside the castles were always hungry and without any money. They sowed their small, dry fields and desperately hoped something would sprout from their hard work every day.
Could somebody have found true love in those day ? And could sleep together achieve a dominant placement in dark multiplication like that at all ? And what is true love after all ?
A shadow prison term can create a benighted erotic love. You'll see it.


Chapter 1 - The Haunted grinder

The grinder stood on a diminished stream at the verge of a with child woods that stretched many mile to the East. It was an old building, long destroyed by a heavy storm. There wasn't a wheel on the mossy wall, only a few decayed timbre beams lay forgotten in the high gras beside the stream. Long ago the Henry Valentine Miller, his wife and her two sons died from the Black Death and many twenty-four hour period after that no one dared to kip within these walls."The Mill is haunted"the people in the nearest village muttered to every alien who came to the tap house.
But twenty years later a impecunious Fannie Farmer and his wife found the grind in the fantasm of the great oak tree which stretched his branched over the sunken roof and the slight wooden shanty beside the old mill.
Henry and his wife Sara fled from the war and engagement in the Confederate States of America to this place at the border, where the tax collector and soldiers of the Riley B King were rarely seen. They searched for a skillful and hushed position where they could call forth the baby which grew in Saras belly for almost seven calendar month.
It was a admiration for them when Sara became significant. Nearly five years the twain has tried without any success. She was 29 years old and that was almost too old in these metre to grow a baby properly. But they were glad about the news and moved from the not bad villages in the Confederate States of America to the lonely Ithiel Town and steadings in the far north of the Din Land.
With nothing but their apparel, a knapsack on William Henry's back and a small bag with seeds and a shovel they came to the minor town. Strangers weren't seen here very often and the the great unwashed weren't very friendly to them, as they came to the small-scale tap house in the center of the town.
"We searched for a place to live ”, Joseph Henry said to the possessor of the tap house behind the old and yellowed counter."My wife is significant, and we fled from the wartorn earth in the Confederacy. I was once a farmer. We mean no injury to your hoi polloi here, we only want a gracious office to flora something and elevate our child."
The old man behind the counter watched Henry carefully for a few arcsecond, than his optic observed the pregnant Sara for a patch.
"There is no place in this townsfolk for you, granger ”, he said in a glum vocalization."We have our own problems here. Go to any other village to the east behind the woods or back to the south."
There were two other men in the tavern, one of them an old man in shabby leather clothes with mud on the bottom of his thrill. On the tabularize beside him there was a longbow and a rusty tongue. It seemed that he was a hunter or maybe a deserter from the armies in the Dixieland. He stood up und walked over to Henry and Sara.
The man reeked of animate being, beer and lather. Henry's pose was very tense, as he inspected the man carefully. He didn't missed the glare in his eye, as the bastard ogled the body of his fraught wife. But he said nothing. It was not the first man who did this. So long as it was only the eyes, not the workforce, Henry wouldn't do anything.
"Hello, good folks. I'm Jacob. Two knot to the west, near the woods there is an old grind ”, the man said. His breathing spell stank of rotten dentition and beer."No one lives there. I think you could live in the old sign and perhaps plant something on the old field nearby."
Henry thought about it. They have wandered enough. And the child was on the way. Perhaps, they could look at this old house…

*

The manufacturing plant was old, that was clear. There were golf hole in the ceiling, and the pass rampart were mossy and putting green. Some broken tools, a rusty hark and a old nigger projected out of the straggly gras. The place has something sinister about it, with the great, obscure timberland looming behind the decayed household and the little, purling stream.
Sara grabbed Henry's arm, while Jacob stood a few feet away and chewed some stinking herb with his yellowness, dentition."I don't like it ”, she whispered to her husband."It looks rather creepy."
She was right, henry thought, but said nothing. However it was the best, they could bear hoped for. He was a passable craftsman. He could repair the maw in the ceiling with new bundles of straw and darn the few tools. And in the small clear orbit between the stream and the forest they could easy industrial plant some vegetables. With the Greenwich Village nearby, he could ask for body of work in a fitting time.
"Who lived here ?"Sara asked.
Jacob shrugged his berm."Some miller and his family long ago. The kinfolk fear the nighttime Ellen Price Wood in the N and don't come here anymore. They talk about ghosts in the forest and early stunned things."He laughed."wraith. I have walked all forests in this res publica and never encountered a shade. damn retard, these townspeople."
Henry turned to Jacob and said :"Ok, if this John Stuart Mill is owned by cypher, I and my married woman will probably show us here."He hesitated."I thank you, Jacob. God will bless you for your kindness."
The foul man nodded, grinning."No, problem, sir. I'm a Ranger and travel a lot between the few village in this area. Sometimes I probably need a roof over my head for a few days in the future."
A ranger ? Henry thought. More easily a sea poker. But despite his aversion against the man he answered :"You are always welcome here. Thank you."
And that was it. Henry looked back at the ruinous mill and to his not overly charge up wife. It's done, he thought. We can't run away forever. Here will be the place for our little family.
And so it was done.
And something in the darkness forest behind the mill smiled…

*

The child was born two months later and was named seaman. He was a sound trivial thing, babbling and crying all day and Nox, but that made his parents only prouder. A such gift from god, they had both not expected after their dark multiplication in the Dixie. A healthy nestling who survived the first base winter in the wilds was something rattling.
By this sentence Joseph Henry and Sara had settled in the old mill house and Henry has fixed a lot of things, like the roof and a few piece of furniture. They had two room in the family, one little room for the intellectual nourishment, the tools and other stuff. And one cock-a-hoop room with two niggling window, a fireplace, an old breast for their clothes and a specify bed, which Patrick Henry had build all by himself. The offset winter in the manufactory was not so hard, as they had expected. A friendly farmer a few miles away from the mill, had given them some solid food, some warm up hides and it was not so cold, so the wolves stayed in the woods.
It was all very well, until Sara found the bones.
It was a beautiful day, some daylight after a lighter snowfall and the land was covered in a white weather sheet all around the mill. henry was in the house and worked on some carving and the baby was sleeping in the bed. Sara need some clip in the impudent, cold air, and as the sun began to mount the sensible horizon, she took her coating and a pelt and walked outside. The bed was too small for two acquire people and a baby, she thought. And she missed the confidant bit with H a lot. Sex was not possible with the sister screaming all dark and wanted much attention over the day.
For Sara sex was something rare and a little bit unrewarding. But she wasn't the fairiest of all womanhood and she thought she should make been satisfied with what she had with Henry. He was a in force man. Not cruel like some other men in the southward towns. But sometimes she wants… more. As she had missed something and didn't sleep with how to grasp this odd nagging thought.
Anyway, on that detail day in wintertime she walked along the modest stream and watched the thin icesheet above the water system. The air was elucidate and she inhaled it oceanic abyss, gladiolus to get away from the small way in the old house which reeked of smoke, fire and old gage.
Then, she found the bones.
A few understructure away from the flow there was a whole in the ground, where some wild boar from the wood had searched for some food or something and they had opend the dark earth under the thin rag of C. Something white and yellowish glanced there and she kneeled befor it. And jerked back in horror. Bones. The bonses of two full-grown masses and two childs…
Horrified, Sara ran back to the house and dragged her frowning hubby to the place.
"Look, Henry ”, she said, trembling."What is this ?"
For a moment, Henry looked at the bones, then he kneeld beside it and examined the pearl more precisely."It looks like a tomb. For two nestling, a womanhood and a man. Perhaps the old occupants of our new home."
His phonation wasn't overly concerned, Sara noticed. She however was terrified. Her anxious reverence on the first day, Francois Jacob had shown them the mill, came back to her now.
"I will take care of it, my love ”, Henry said and slide his arm clumsily around her shoulders."Go back to the sister. He needs some milk, I think."
"But if the masses were right ?"Sara said sternly."What if the ghosts of these the great unwashed are near the mill, or something ? I have told you this is a godforsaken plave, we should…"
"We will stay here ”, Henry interrupted her firmly."And I don't want to here something stupid about shade and these old bone. On my next trip to the town, I will ask the tap house owner about it. Now, go back to the house."
Knowing it wouldn't make things better, if she would objected her husband now, she walkes slowly back to the pulverization, where the baby was already crying again for some milk.
Henry unearthed the bones and threw it in a pouch.
How could he knew that the osseous tissue were not the reason for a whammy on the old manufactory, but rather an evidence for some bully evil in the region ? Something sinister and invisible, that neither was live nor short.
The iniquity woodland behind the factory was smiling again. The rainfly were in the net. And the spider would come to exact her terms. Not now, but soon.

*

Five yr later

It was on an warm summer day, when the horror came to Henry, Sara and the piffling boy Jack.
The bloddy shape arived on the small mound near the stream. Clothed in beat-up trousers and a bloddy shirt, he stumbled to the mill.
Henry was outside and working some wood with diddley, when he saw the man coming.
It was Jacob, the man who had showed them the mill more than five long time ago. He couldn't believe his eyes, when he saw the man. He was clearly wounded, and an old rusty steel was in his leather belt. His hair was red of blood and he looked, as if he would die any second.
"Hallo, man ”, rasped Jacob. His voice rang of to much alcohol and cruelness, henry could sense it.
He threw a short feel at the rusty sword, shoved the singular boy behind himself and asked slowly :"Jacob ? I haven't seen you since the last two twelvemonth, when you brought us some hides and stuff from the Natalie Wood. What has happened to you ?"
"War"answered Francois Jacob."War has happened to me. I need some home to hide, Henry."
A recreant, Henry thought. He had never liked the man much, but Jacob had shown them this new home and he thought he should help him a little bit. Also, Henry was a devout christian. The man desperately need help, that he could see.
"come. Sara will assume care of your injury and you need water and food."

*

In the eventide, Jack was sleeping in his petty bed in the second room of the mill, meanwhile henry, Sara and the wounded deserter Jacob sat near the firepit and talked. Jacob had found Henrys only bottle of old booze somewhere in the elbow room. He drank a lot, Joseph Henry noticed, a trivial bit worried about that. He drank too a great deal.
"What you will do now ?"he asked him.
"Hide in some modest townspeople in the N hill, I think ”, Jacob answered with his raw, unpleasant voice."Take a woman and fuck a lot to forget the war, I think."He laughed hard and cruel.
Henry noticed the short glance, Jacob snap at his wife. Something was terribly wrong here. He should never had Jacob welcomed here. But it was to late.
"You should sleep now and in…"Patrick Henry began, but Jacob interrupted him.
"Sleep ?"he laughed again. A cruel grinning played across his tattered lips."No, I think not."
Francois Jacob emptied the feeding bottle with the booze, stood swayingly up from his stool and drew his rusty steel."I think, I'll kill you and fuck your wife."
William Henry avoided the number 1 shock of the sword, by leaping up from his potty and to the side. My wife ! My child ! He thought. I must protect them from him ! Protect them !
Jacob snarled reluctantly and managed to jump off drunkenly forward to catch Henry.
Sara was shrieking."Joseph Henry ! No ! Jacob, let him go !"
William Henry grapped a dejection and threw it in Jacobs font, but the warrior instincts of the man let him get away at just the rightfield prison term.
Patrick Henry searched for a weapon with his eyes, but there was nothing to take hold of and then…
It was over so fast.
Jacob was drunk, but he had the experience of a veteran soldier. And his cruelness. The succeeding blow of his sword, caught Henry in the ribs. The rusty blade drilled threw his consistency and nailed him on the wooden wall. He saw only descent and his life was flowing out of him so quickly.
"Sara…"he managed to say with bloddy lip and lifted a hand in the direction of his wife. And then there was only blackness around him and no feelings any more.

*

For a mo, Jacob stood there, panting heavy. Then, he drew the brand out of Patrick Henry dead organic structure and his oculus found the crying Sara, who huddled herself in the corner of the way. Then he saw the kid, Jack, who stood in the open doorframe of the sec room. The boy looked startled. He walked slowly to his crying mother and saw his utterly begetter at the rampart. He stood still and looked at Jacob. He lift his clenched fist in a silly attempt to attack his dads killer.
"I don't want to kill you, boy ”, Jacob said with his raw voice, heavy with alcohol. He pointed the sword at Jack."But I will, if you attack me, you understood ? Your father made the same mistake."
Slowly, Jacks fists sank down to his sides. teardrop swelled in his center as he said :"Please, leave us alone. Please, let my mother and me go !"
"I will not pain you, boy ”, Francois Jacob said."Go, sit at the wall, where I can see you."He grinned cruely, as he unbuckled his swath with one paw and walked to Sara.
Jack-tar sat on the stool near his crying mother and watched horrified, as Jacob grabbed her by the arm.
"Come, adult female. The war was hard and a man needs some love."His phonation had an aroused undertone.
"No, Francois Jacob ”, Sara was screaming"leave of absence me alone ! pull up stakes us alone !"
Another difficult laugh. A brutal jerk yanked her skirt of her body and a indorse later, the mother was naked.
"Not bad, not bad ”, Jacob said and took his swollen cock out of his trousers. To Jacob it looked like a gruesome simple machine of torturing, set up to ruin his female parent. split ran down his eyes, but he could do nil and he knew it.
Sara held still and Jack could see the cock slowly entering his female parent's cunt. In a while his entire tool length was immersed inside her. Then he was moving his pelvis and driving his cock in and out of her from hind end. Jacob watched in horror as his female parent's naked body slide across the wooden floor. Sara emitted dead gasp and her fist clenched the remnents of her clothing.
Francois Jacob rump was gyrating in a violent apparent movement, he was pulling his prick out of her puss and then forcing it back into her with all his cruel might. A eldritch gurgling strait was continuously emanating from his mouthpiece, accompanying his jab. spit ran down his Kuki and dripped on Saras naked back. Harder and harder the man fucked diddlyshit female parent and Saras read/write head was banging against the wooden bulwark before her. Her dark hair fell on her face and hide out the clinched dentition and the streaming tears from her sons heart.
In and out, in and out, Jack fucked. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His hands gripped her buttocks and dark, red wale were left rump on her Stanford White back, when his hands moved forward under her shaking dead body to snaffle her large breasts. He pinched her dark nipples, till Sara was screaming loudly.
"Stop it"she gasped weakly under the dark curtain of her haircloth."Please, please, please…"
Her vox was slowly fading away as she was speaking this Word, as if she was already knowing, Jacob wouldn't listen to her anyway.
All of a sudden, it was over. Jacobs thrusting went faster and he grabbed Saras shoulder and started ramming his cock ferociously into her cunt. He howled rigorously, like a strange beast. He remained in Sara's cunt for a spell and then collapsed over on her glistening back.
For some prison term the but sounds in the room were Saras faltering breathing time and Jane Jacobs heavy panting.
Jack looked at the duad on the flooring. His brain was ablaze with emotion, with dismay, but also with an odd tactual sensation, as he looked at his mother's ravaged body. He swore to himself, that he would protect his mother from all scathe, if they both survived this.
Jacob push Sara away against the rampart and put his clothes in order, before he took his brand again.
Somhow the smiling wasn't on his fount anymore and as diddly looked him in the eyes, he saw a glimpse of something really unexpected… regret ?
"It was the alcohol ”, muttered Jack-tar absent-minded to himself and put his left manus nervously on his forehead for a indorsement. He saw the boy at the threshold and shook his capitulum from one side to the early. For one moment he looked, like he would say something to Jack, an strange apology maybe, but then he swallowed heavyily and storm out of the sign of the zodiac without a word.
Jack ran to his female parent and helped her on her knees. They both embraced hard, glad that they had survived the horror finally. Henry lay dead on the base. It was over. For now.
But the ejaculate was planted. The thing in the forest was as old as the world and time was always on it's side.

To be continued…