The Mystery Of The Haunted Vibrator — part 3

By BobbyRica | August 17, 2011

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“Meredith? Meredith! Where in hell are you hiding?” I looked around my hotel room, every single inch. And despite the smell of her sweat, there was no trace of her.

There’s a faint humming sound that I can hear from the bed. It’s that strange fertility idol again. What is it with this thing? Is it one of those tricked out toys that can emit annoying sounds? Did that thing freak Meredith out?

I opened the door to see if she was in the hallway. I called out to her. Meredith didn’t answer. No one was there except for the maid at the other end. She’s been stacking used linen in a big pile onto her trolley. The woman, a slender middle aged tican whose hair is tinted green from a bad dye job, craned her neck to meet my gaze. “Good afternoon!” she greeted me absentmindedly and smiled. The woman pulled the trolley towards me.

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I smiled faintly and waved, telling her that nothing was wrong. I went back inside my room, leaving the door ajar. I quickly phoned Front Desk from the dining area. The persistent humming from the idol on the bed was driving me nuts!

“Hello, Front Desk?” I muttered, “I am looking for a friend of mine. Her name is Meredith Watson…” I was ready to give a full description of my friend, when I heard someone call out my name. I turned around and no one was there. From the distance I can see the cleaning lady’s trolley parked just outside my hotel room.

“Bobby!,” cried the unmistakable sound of Meredith’s voice, “Bobby! What did that thing do to me?”

I was so startled I fell on my butt on the carpet floor. I placed the handset back from the receiver, the voice of the concierge still talking to me.

“Meredith? Where are you? I can hear you,” I wasn’t sure at first if it was her. I must be hearing things. “Is this a joke? Or am I going insane?”

“We’re being punked, Bobby! What else is there?” I can hear Meredith’s voice as if she was there with me. “Listen, I don’t know what happened to me. Something about that idol made me want to… It did something to me. It made me… It made me…well, you know…”

“You used the damn fertility idol on yourself?” I freaked out. “Jesus, Meredith, what were you thinking? Where are you and why can’t I see you?”

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Meredith’s voice began to break down,” I don’t know… I don’t know where I am. I feel like I fell asleep and am dreaming all of this… When the idol began to vibrate, I felt this urge to use it. The idol beckoned me. The urge to touch it was quite strong. You know when you suddenly feel incredibly horny… I uh… started to rub it between…you know where. It felt sooo good. And when I was ready to… you know… I felt as if I was being lifted up. It was incredible! Next thing I knew I can’t see my own body. And I can hear you calling out to me. That idol is sick!”

I paced back and forth, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“What can we do, Bobby? I can’t live like this. I can’t live like a ghost. I’m 32 years old for crissakes. I’m still young!”

I was getting exasperated. “Let me figure out this mess.”

Then I can hear someone from outside the hotel room moaning. I ignored it at first. But then when the moaning increased in volume, I stood there in horror and realized what was happening! The moans came from the cleaning lady! The sounds she was making was so obscene, Meredith was laughing. It took another few seconds for me to react and scramble out.

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I reached the door and to my dismay, I can only see the fertility idol on the carpet. The pristine stack of linen in the trolley had been disturbed as folds of bed sheet were sprawled on the hallway floor. My gaze then went back to the fertility idol. It was glistening with moisture and was humming even louder than before. And the meaty smell of sex was prevalent.

Meredith didn’t utter a word. Then as if on cue, I heard a voice inside my head, calling out to me, “Dios mio, que me paso? En donde estoy, Senhor? Porque no me veo?” It wasn’t Meredith. It sounded like the cleaning lady.

(to be continued)

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