Page 396 of Phobia
“Everyone in town knows it is. They say that you can hear voices at night...loud wailing and laughing,” he replied over his shoulder.
“Maybe it’s just from the groundskeeper,” I offered in an attempt to quell my own uneasiness.
“Bullshit. That guy leaves every day before sunset like clockwork. It’s Gran and Baron.”
“The spirits?” I asked.
Gran and Baron were said to protect the dead. They were wild and vulgar souls that loved to fuck with the living. I recognized their names from the altar that Granmè displayed back home. She would make offerings to them and would even invite Gran to possess her body.
“Yep.” His voice rippled with excitement.
“Why do they call her Gran?” I always thought it was such an odd name for a spirit.
“Because she’s old as fuck. Been dead for like ever! They say this place is haunted by their souls and was where they fell madly in love with each other or something. Rumor has it that Baron’s spirit roamed this cemetery first until he murdered Gran when she was just a teenager.”
I swallowed, hoping to cure the growing scratchiness in my throat. If this place was haunted, I didn’t want to mess with any spirits, least of all Gran, who might still be pissed about dying in the first place. Granmè always said they wouldn’t rest until they got what they wanted, and most of the time, it was nothing good.
We stopped just before a stone pathway down the hill next to a massive tree whose trunk was obscenely thick, like it had been in this area for a long time.
Most of the graves were beneath the hill, but we passed a few underneath the trees. One hadn’t been filled yet, with dirt piled high alongside the rectangular hole. It would be my granduncle’s. We were to bury him in the morning. I didn’t know him well since he’d lived in Haiti his entire life and I had only visited twice before, including this visit. I wished I could say that I was sad about his passing, but I really didn’t feel much of anything when I looked at the grave.
A sound in the distance caught my attention. “Did you hear that?”
Junior pressed his finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet. We heard it again, this time more clearly. It sounded like a woman moaning, judging from the pitch.
It was followed by a deep grunt, like some big animal huffing out of its nose or something.
“Is that—”
“Someone’s fucking,” Junior confirmed.
“In a cemetery? What kind of sickos have sex in a cemetery?”
“The kind who don’t mind when other people watch. Come on.”
Before I could protest, Junior had slid down the edge of the hill. I let out a sigh, knowing I’d regret following him, then rolled down the edge after him.
We crashed into each other at the base and quickly righted ourselves.
The moaning was so much louder and more shrill down here. It sounded like feral cats in heat. I could see movement just beyond a massive tomb. We both tiptoed closer and hid behind a smaller tombstone.
Our jaws dropped at the vision before us. Under full light, there was the silhouette of a woman...naked. Her whole body glowed like some unearthly being as she rode a man out in the open for anyone to see. Skin white like ivory glistened under the moonlight and golden hair like bunches of silk thread trailed down her back, stopping just above the crack of her round ass.
From behind, she looked to be engaged in the fuck of a lifetime, by how fervently she moved. Up and down on her haunches, she rode the man hard like it was the best sex ever.
I had yet to have the honor of losing my virginity, but when it did happen, I hoped it would be as hot as this.
Junior seemed to agree based on how quick his breathing sounded.
The lucky man under her had darker skin, almost matching the color of the midnight sky. His hands gripped her hips more like he was holding on to her for dear life rather than moving her to his satisfaction. No, this woman was an expert and didn’t need coaching.
Her high-pitched mewls didn’t sound human. They were wild and primal.
Junior smacked my arm and urged me to the side so we could have a better view. I followed his lead and stepped quietly so as not to disturb the show.
We were transfixed by the couple for more reasons than just watching free porn. There was something surreal about them, the way they touched, like they had known each other for longer than one lifetime.
From this new angle, I could see the profile of her youthful face. She looked to be only a few years older than me. The man seemed older by at least ten years or so. Even though he was on his back, I could see rippling muscles on his upper body contract with every stroke.
