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story_codes: M/gg(11,11) Man/young girls, supernatural, semi-cons

story_intro: Maddie's best friend, Natalie, lives at this big, old-looking place called the Blackthorne Arms. The two girls share a fascination in the urban myth about the Echo Man, who can grant those with the courage to summon him special powers. One, night, while Maddie is sleeping over at Natalie's, the pair put a legend to the test and discover that every gift comes a sacrifice.


story_language: English






Blackthorne Arms, Story 12

Written by madvlad


	The Echo Man wasn't real - Maddie was sure of that. Well, pretty sure or maybe kind of sure. It's not like she wanted him to be real...but if he was it would be so awesome. But maybe scary.

	All of these things would pass through her mind in a minute when she considered the legend. It was Natalie who had first learned of him from another kid in her apartment building. It was kind of a cool-looking place; sort of old-fashioned on the outside and just the sort of place where the Echo Man might arrive if properly summoned.

	The internet was sparse on information, oddly enough, but there were passing references to a being that, when called, would impart powers upon those who requested him. What made the tale especially compelling was that the few references to his appearances always occurred in this city.

	"Come on!" Natalie had urged. "If he shows up, it would be at a place like the Blackthorne Arms."

	Maddie's best friend said the name of the building in a spooky voice for effect. But Maddie laughed instead and told her to not be such a dork. It was easier to laugh as it hid the discomfort of doubt worming in her gut. Was it really a good idea to call up a ghost or whatever Echo Man was?

	According to the legend, when the ritual was finished as the last bell of midnight echoed, the Echo Man would appear. Descriptions were vague as to what happened after that but the people summoning had to be brave enough to reveal themselves completely to him and actually touch the phantom as he supposedly relished contact with the living.

	"So you think 'revealing' means we really have to be butt naked?" Maddie asked as the two eleven year-olds huddled at a lunch table in school. "And I don't want him touching me like a pervie."

	Nathalie leaned forward, catching the overhead fluorescent brightness as it gleamed in her tightly drawn back dark brunette hair. A grin created a dimple on one side of her mouth.

	"Maybe we should ask the boyfriend on the bus if he likes echoes," Natalie sniggered. "Then we won't have to stay up so late."

	"Gross!" retorted Maddie.

	It had been warm for the autumn last Saturday when the pair took a bus to a mall. Both of them had light jackets after the admonitions of their mothers about the weather turning cooler in the afternoon but left them off while they rode near the front of the bus on the seats that ran parallel to the front. After finally being allowed to take short bus trips by themselves, they were supposed to sit near the front so they could get to the bus driver if they needed help.

	The girls supposed that meant anyone with nasty thoughts about young girls - the pervies - would hang out at the back. But that day, a man sitting across from them stared intently at their t-shirts. It gave each of them a crawly sensation on their skin as they knew he was checking out their chests.

	Both girls wore training bras and the outlines of them could be seen beneath their thin shirts. Maddie was painfully aware that her friend was starting to fill hers out with some modest breast growth while she was only getting a bit puffy around the nipples. Maddie tried to justify the difference to herself by noting that Natalie was two months older than she.

	When the bus stopped at the mall, the two girls scrambled off. When the man did not follow, they felt relieved but perhaps a bit disappointed as it had been the first time they had been checked out (as far as they knew) by someone other than boys in their class who were obsessed with anything that might be tits.

	Fiddling with the spaghetti on her lunch tray, Maddie made a face.

	"I just think it's weird," she said, although part of her thought it was worse.

	"Look," Natalie pleaded. "We'll just try it. If it's bullshit, no one will know we did it but us. And if the Echo Man is real, we'll be so awesome!"

	A bus trip after dark without an adult was out of the question but Maddie's father didn't mind dropping his older daughter off at the Blackthorne Arms. Maddie's sister, Michelle, rode along, envious of her big sister getting to do a sleepover on a Friday night. But Michelle was consoled by the fact that she and her dad would be stopping for ice cream on the way home.

	"Nice digs," their father remarked as he pulled to the curb in front of the building. "I always thought this place was haunted or had aliens in it or something when I was a kid. It just looks like the kind of place that has some secret in it."

	"You don't think there's anything bad in there, do you?" Maddie asked as she reached for the door handle.

	"Just a kid's imagination," her father laughed. "You're lucky that Natalie's folks found a vacancy there when they did."

	Maddie nodded. There had been a fire in Natalie's old apartment. No one was hurt and Natalie didn't lose anything but the entire building had to be rewired to the electrical code because the contractor who did it when the place was built ten years ago took some bad shortcuts - one of which caused the fire.

	Natalie's parents were looking at another apartment that was closer to each of their respective downtown offices but it would have meant that Natalie would transfer to another school. But they had a change of heart when they were contacted by the manager of Blackthorne with an opening. They weren't sure how he got their names and, while it wasn't quite as close to work as they would have preferred, getting an opportunity to live in one of the city's grand historic buildings at a very reasonable price was too much to pass.

	Neither parent was home when Maddie arrived which was why Natalie had chosen this night. They were at some big gala and wouldn't be home until three or four in the morning which meant the girls would have a couple of hours in case the spirit or whatever he was decided to show.

	There was another gathering of some sort as numerous people were gathering outside one of the apartments just off the lobby. There were no overcoats so Maddie assumed they were all tenants having some get-together. One middle-aged man in old-fashioned looking glasses getting off the elevator politely put his hand in the door to keep it open so Maddie could enter.

	He looked polite as he gave her a nod and a slight smile. No checking the boobs from him," Maddie thought as she entered the elevator. Of course not - he was a gentleman.

	She didn't seem him regarding how well her pert young rump filled out the seat of her jeans as the door slid closed.

	The Netflix movie ended at quarter till midnight and Natalie stood up.

	"Let's do this," she said casually and Maddie shrugged with equally feigned casualness.

	Neither girl noted how their huge bowl of popcorn had gone untouched during the movie.

	Retiring to Natalie's bedroom and closing the door behind them, they undressed. Maddie stole furtive glances at her friend's chest, seeing the very slight curve of her new breasts. Then she judged her own buds; the flesh just barely raising the nipples from the flatness around them. Well, there was nothing to be done now and she finished removing her underwear. Like herself, Natalie was devoid of hair between her legs but Maddie couldn't have cared less about that. It was what was up top that was noticeable because no boy at school was going to get a look inside her panties.

	The nude preteens sat on the floor; facing each other with a wide candle between them. Natalie lit it before turning off the lights and they sat silently as an uncomfortably cool breeze blew through the window Natalie had cracked open. They wanted to be sure that they heard the midnight tolling of bells from a cathedral two blocks away. Maddie felt her nipples crinkling and getting hard from the cold, tickling brushes of air but was in no mood to joke about it.

	It was a minute before midnight according to Natalie's unicorn clock which harkened back to younger, suddenly more innocent times. Natalie fumbled with a lighter two times before getting a flame to stay and she lit the candle. Then she and Maddie each picked up a straight pin and waited with young hearts pounding in their naked chests.

	At the first toll of the bell, both girls spoke aloud, "Echo". It seemed silly when Maddie first uttered the word but at the last syllable, she felt as if something was walking up her spine. The chant continued with each bell and the girls pricked their thumbs with the needle.

	Maddie winced as her skin broke but then she held the pierced ball of her thumb upward as the blood welled to a single drop and she kept repeating the single word and keeping count. At the tenth bell, she looked up from her thumb and saw Natalie looing almost sickly with her eyes hollow in the flickering light of the breeze-buffeted candle flame.

	When the twelfth and final toll sounded, the girls remained quiet. As the sound reverberated in the outside night, they brought their thumbs over the flame and squeezed one drop each onto the wick. The flame sputtered out and they were alone in darkness.

	Maddie thought something was moving but it could have been the night air stirring something among the clutter on top of Natalie's dresser or desk. This was all for nothing and she was about to let loose with a relieved laugh until something clenched her throat and killed the sound there.

	The candle relit itself; the flame roaring impossibly high and creating weird shadows in the room. But Maddie realized that one mass of darkness was not a shadow but a roiling swirl of black air in the shape of a man. Something held her without touching and she could not move.

	The man-shape moved to Natalie who could move but only turned her head to look up dumbly at the figure. The shape took her under her arms and shifted her backward to lie on the floor facing up.

	Maddie saw her friend there in profile. As she lay prone, Natalie's barely developing breast mounds flattened so that she looked the way she did six months earlier when the two girls eagerly tried their first training bras in hopes of things to come.

	Then the darkness covered the naked preteen like a silent storm. The collection of clouds pulses and shifted. Although Maddie could not see her friend, she heard Natalie's voice moaning some kind of protest that ended in a sharp bark of pain. She desperately wanted to move but could do nothing.

	The mass kept moving rhythmically and Maddie could hear whispery sighs among Natalie's whimpers and moans. Frozen by whatever power held her, the unnatural sight before her, and the troubled voice of her best friend, Maddie could only watch until the dark shape suddenly stopped.

	When the dark thing lifted away, Maddie could once again see her friend. Natalie's legs were parted and Maddie could see blood smearing the smooth lips of her vulva. Her first panicked thought was that Natalie was having her first period. Maddie hadn't experienced hers yet, either, but both girls' mothers had briefed their daughters on what their oncoming puberty would bring.

	Did the presence of this thing have anything to do with this? Maddie searched her memory of her mother's talk for any clue but nothing...

	Then she was being pressed to the floor and enveloped by the roiling black and all thought vanished in the overwhelming experience.

	Like the other one, this girl, still mostly little girl than anything else, was fresh and warm all over as the Echo Man pressed his being all over her. The tiny sprouts on her chest were the only sign of the beginnings of maturity and he reveled in cupping and pulling on the tender mammaries.

	Maddie's worried whining as her fresh, unknowing body was explored was sultry music to him. Pushing her legs open, the creature altered his shape to produce what the needed to reach more of her innocence within the hairless mound. When he started to enter her, the girl struggled and he encountered the resistance of her narrow entrance.

	The preteen squirmed as something pushed at her most private part. The darkness paused and compressed slightly over the girl's pelvis before expanding abruptly. Maddie's hymen was shredded and the phallic shape from the phantasm sank into her virgin tightness. As her previously untouched flesh changed shape to pull around the invading member, Maddie discovered to her horror the  sensation of something unwelcome inside her helpless body and moving of its own will.

	Echo Man humped the deflowered eleven year-old, working his cock in the channel now slick from her ruptured membrane. His presence grinding against her cunt flesh made her lubricate; a betrayal of sorts from a girl's body that he always relished. Like the girl he had just taken, she would remember him as her first, something she conjured from the darkness only to have him utterly defile her.

	Her tiny nipples were stiff points as he pressed down on them. Maddie wasn't even conscious of her response to the agitation, arching her back to push back and feed the alien arousal in her dormant breasts. The thing between her legs was thrusting wetly, owning her. She understood that this was irreversible, that she was no longer a virgin. The act being committed repelled her but in some part of her being, she was excited.

	The creature felt that small part of her awakening in the corruption. He would strive to grow that seed but for now he would give her a different kind. Pumping his member into her prepubescent twat, he shot globs of a boiling, gelatinous gel into her. She moaned piteously as she felt the stuff coalescing and thickening deep inside of her where she had previously dreamed of growing babies one day.

	The mass arose and then dissipated. In relief, Natalie saw Maddie once again. But when she saw the blood and other stickiness oozing from the other girl's bald slit, she cupped a hand over her own throbbing and violated sex and squeezed her eyes shut.

	Neither girl spoke anymore about it. They each tried to clean themselves but still felt part of the mass injected into her still remaining. Maddie wondered if she was pregnant with a monster.

	On Monday, their math teacher surprised the class with a quiz. Before last Friday night, this would have been unpleasant for the friends but now they knew of something horrifically deeper. But as they worked on the problems on the paper, they heard the solutions in a whispery, echoing way that vaguely sounded like their teacher's voice.

	Maddie looked up to the front but saw their teacher otherwise engrossed in something she was reading. But it was the woman's voice in her head. Glancing at Natalie, she saw her friend also staring at the teacher before she shifted her eyes her way. The girls exchanged a look and began to write their answers under the direction of the strange echoes only they could hear.

	On Thursday, the echoes had faded during a social studies test. Maddie was disappointed and also realized that the heaviness in her belly that had been gradually fading was now gone. And so Echo Man's gift had vanished as well. But perhaps merely being worried about schoolwork would be a relief.

	"It's all gone, isn't it?" Natalie asked as she walked up beside her, knowing full well what Maddie's answer was.

	"Yeah, so I guess we're done," Maddie replied.

	"Why?" countered Natalie as she took Maddie's hand. "Every night has a midnight."

	Then Maddie felt her friend's thumb brushing over hers right at the spot where she had recently known the sting of a pin.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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