{"sf1_id":771192,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Night of the Living Dead","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":5189,"posted_at":"2014-10-21T13:25:00.000Z","tags":["Death","First Time","Ghost story","Horror","Human","M/F","Necrophilia","Roleplay","Vaginal","cemetery","creepy","dead","halloween","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/771192-night-of-the-living-dead","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/771192","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=771192\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#22 of Miscellany\n\nI started this a few weeks back as a distraction from my other writings. A few things to consider when reading this story; I have not designated a species. So I would suggest you read it like it's your favorite furry character(s), or even as a human-only story, as you prefer. I find that people sometimes ignore the story line because it's a species they don't like. I get it, but then you lose some good stories that way. And yes, this story is based loosely upon the facts of another, real life story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.","content":"                If\nanyone asks me what the weirdest thing was that ever happened in my life, I\ntell the following story. It's rather weird as stories go, even if it weren't entirely\ntrue. But it is true, though I rarely try to impress that upon anyone.  It's not worth the bother. I let them think I\nmade it up. But here's the thing. I have pictures from that day, so I have\nthose images to back me up. One of them is hanging on my wall. It still gives\nme shivers when I see it.                It all\nstarted because I was a Civil War re-enactor. The town I grew up in had a\nyearly historical event where a handful of the more important past locals were\nhighlighted. The local genealogy society contacted a number of the various\nre-enacting groups to see if any of us portrayed any specific person. As it\nturns out, I did; my great, great grandfather. He was an infantry officer in\nthe Civil War.                I lived\na little ways away, but since I hadn't visited my hometown in a while, I took a\nroom at the local bed and breakfast, which was in an beautiful old Victorian\nhouse. The place was supposed to look fairly original to when it was built and\nthat suited me fine. It would go great with my costume.                The\nevent was called Living History Day, and I was surprised by the crowds of\npeople who turned out for it. While the number of speakers and presenters was\nlimited, the group that filled the cemetery was almost indecent in number. I'm\nnot a squeamish person and I think the dead are dead and that is that. But seeing\nall those people milling about, and in some case sitting on tombstones; well\nthat made me a bit sad. I don't think disrespect was supposed to be on today's\nmenu. Of course, it didn't help that the event was held in the third week of\nOctober, and so close to Halloween. I think a lot where just here for their\njollies.                All of\nthe re-enactors were gathered at the top of a small hill that provided the\ncenter point of the cemetery. The old timers always put their cemeteries on\nhigher ground to make sure the bodies weren't under water during spring floods,\nand this was the highest, and therefore the oldest spot. We spent some time up\nhere rehearsing for the rules were simple; you had to stay in character as much\nas possible to keep it believable.                 There\nwas an open area here where there used to be an enormous old oak tree that had\nprobably spouted before the first white person was buried here. It had been\nremoved a few years back after lightning struck it and split it in half. Now,\ntoday, there was a small podium set up, and in a semicircle, a few rows of\nchairs.                While\nwe were waiting for the crowd to assemble and get organized, I looked over\nthose gathered to see who I knew. A number of the crowd arrived in period style\ncostumes just to be part of the fun. I knew how that was, as every once in a\nwhile I would wear my period uniform to the coffee shop just to liven things\nup.  Today I saw a few old men in long\ntailed coats likely portraying former business men of the area, and a few\nladies in dresses, complete with hoops skirts and lace. There were even a few\nparasols in the crowd and a few attendant children in suspenders to boot.                That\nwas when I noticed the lovely thing off to the side. She was standing under a\ntree looking over those gathered with a look of bewilderment and amusement;\nboth expressions simultaneously. I knew how she felt. This was supposed to be a\nsolemn place, not a rave party. Since I had some time before we began, I\ndecided to walk over and strike up a conversation. I mean, what did I have to\nlose?                I put\non my best persona of my great great grandfather and walked towards her with an\nair of assurance. In real life I wasn't this bold, but a costume helped me immensely\nin those regards.  I sauntered over to\nthe young lady, wondering who she was supposed to be, if anyone. Her dress was\nimpeccable, and her hair was exquisite. I was surprised she wasn't wearing any\nmakeup. That was a nice touch. A lot of people tended to overdo the re-enacting\nbit and add things that weren't period correct.                I\ncleared my throat. \"Excuse me ma'am.\"                She\nturned to stare at me. \"Hello colonel. A fine day we're having, isn't it?\"                I\ntipped my Union Blue hat. \"That it is. Might I ask the name of so lovely a lady\nas yourself?\"                She\nblushed. \"Why colonel, you say the sweetest things. My name is Miss Mary\nHumphreys. \"                I made\na little bow. \"And I am Colonel Garrett T. Richardson ma'am, at your service!\"                She\nfluttered her eyelashes at me. \"So colonel, what are you doing here on this\nfine day?\"                \"I'm\nhere to orate my dear. And you?\"                She\nlooked perplexed. \"Orate? I am no orator sir. But I have ears, so I can listen.\"                I\nextended my arm and she slipped hers in without question. We walked to the\nchairs, and I led her to the front row and asked her to take a seat. She was\none of the better dressed people there, and I wondered that she would spend so\nmuch money on an outfit that must rarely get worn.  It took all kinds of folks to make the world\ngo round.                The\npresentation ran into a snag when two of the guys, who were riding together, ran\ninto car trouble on the way here.  After\na brief discussion we were going to simply shorten up the program when one of\nthe other ladies asked me who my friend was.                 'Friend?\"                \"The\nyoung lady there in the front row. Who is she supposed to be?\"                Now\nthat I was asked, I wasn't sure if the young lady was here as herself or representing\nsomeone from the past. \"I don't really know who she is. She said her name was\nMary Humphreys. I just met her here for the first time.\"                \"Really?\nHow daring of her. Can you ask her if she knows enough to give a talk? I think\nit would be fascinating!\"                 Daring?\nI had no idea who this Humphreys lady was, but if she declined to talk, then I\nwould have to press her later for the details. I liked military history, and a\nlot of the local stuff just sort of passed under my radar. Hardly an excuse for\nignorance, but the minutia tended to escape me.                I\nstepped down to her and told her the problem.                 \"You\nwant me to talk about myself? I suppose I can do that. No one has ever\nexpressed an interest before.\" She fluttered her fan fetchingly. I'll say this;\nshe had the Gone with the Wind act\ndown pat.                Boy was\nI going to be all ears for her speech, maybe as much as she seemed interested in\nmine. But there was little time to worry about it. The first speaker was rising\nto the podium, and off we went into our historical diatribes and ramblings.\nI'll say this for my fellow speakers; they were an enthusiastic lot and I had\nsome stiff completion if I was going to give a believable performance.                I was\nnervous when I stood up to give my talk, but it seemed to melt away with the smile\nI received from the front row. I felt rather heroic all of the sudden, and I\nspilled my great great grandfather's story like it was from my very own\nexperiences. By the time I was done, I got a rousing ovation from the crowd. I\ncould feel my cheeks flush from all the adulation.                 Then it\nwas her turn, so this lovely little lass hiked her skirts and ascended the\npodium, looking around the crowd with a genuine smile and a princess wave.\n\"Hello to you good people,\" she started. \"My name is Mary Humphreys, and this\nis my story. I hope that I will not bore you with these seemingly insignificant\ndetails of my life, but I have been assured that there exists some interest in\nmy story.\"                I'll\nnot tell you her whole presentation. It used to exist on video, but all that's\ngone now, except for my copy. I don't every play it lest I manage to ruin the\nold VHS tape. But her voice was that of a nightingale, and she literally beamed\nwith pride in being able to tell the story. If I thought I had received an\novation, hers was thunderous.                But I'm\ngetting ahead of myself. She told about how the town was back in the 1890s; how\nbusy the streets were (and they were dirt back then), and the various famous\npeople who came through town (even the President of the United States!). She\nspoke of her mother and her father, and of her neighbors; her dog Roger (a\nmutt, but lovable nonetheless) and of going to church picnics and socials.                The\nentire time her voice held a joyous note to it. But she became subdued a little\nwhile later. \"Then there was my fiancé Lawrence. He was a handsome man. But as\nI found out, he was also a very controlling, jealous man. I found that out too\nlate.\"                She\ntold us about how they were engaged to be married when she was nineteen. \"I was\nso happy the day he proposed. I thought that life was going to be a dream from\nthat day onward. But it was not to happen. The problem erupted when my cousin\nPercival came into town from Chicago. He had moved there a few years before to\nwork for the Chicago Sun. From all accounts he was doing well. I met him at the\ntrain station and was all atwitter with news of the big city.\"                \"While\nhe was a few years older than I was, we had played together as children and it\nhad been with a heavy heart that I had seen him off when he had left us for the\nbig city. Now it was laughs and smiles as we walked back into town. We were arm\nin arm, which was often how we could be seen in our younger days. I was telling\nhim about my engagement and he was telling me about working for the newspaper\nwhen Lawrence came out from a side alley.\"                \"You two seem awfully chummy, he said in\na rather dark voice. I told him that this was my cousin recently returned from\nChicago. It became obvious he didn't believe me. With the fancy suit and\nassurance derived from living in the big city, he must have mistook him for a\nsuitor and assumed I was two timing him. Nothing could have been farther from\nthe truth.\"                \"I\ntried to explain to him about whom he was, but Lawrence had never met him, and\nfor some reason I had never mentioned him or his correspondence, so it ended up\na fruitless endeavor. Nothing in the world was going to convince him. I saw the\nrage building in his eyes and simply wanted to get us all home where we could\nwork it all out. I never had a chance.\"                \"Lawrence\npulled out a pistol from his coat pocket and gunned us both down. With my dying\neyes I watched him flee the street. And then I was never more.\"                She had\na little tear in her eye as she stepped down from the podium. The one lady from\nthe historical society stepped up quickly to finish the story. \"Thank you Miss\nHumphreys. I'm sure a lot of you know the story she has told us. Lawrence\nWestburn was caught on the train heading to California and brought back for his\ntrial for murder. He was hung on the grounds of the court house and his body\nburied in an unmarked grave.\"                There\nwere a few more speakers, and then it was over, but none had the emotional\nimpact of her story.  I had remained with\nthe other scheduled speakers, but when it was over, I stepped up to this lady\nand extended my arm. \"Might I escort you into town for something to eat?\"                \"Why\ncolonel, how forward of you!\" She apparently was going to remain in persona, so\nI figured I would too.                \"Yes\nma'am, I suppose I am, But a man doesn't win battles by retreating.\"                Her\nsmiled was like sunshine after rain. \"A true gentleman, through and through.\nI'll take you up on your offer sir.\"                As we\nwalked hand in hand, a few people thought we made an excellent study for their\ncameras, and we had to stop several times to get our photographs taken. She was\nbemused by all of the attention, leastwise she made as if she was. I certainly\nwas, but then I was probably in a hundred photo albums around d the country\nfrom all of the re-enactments I had been in.                We got\ndown to the bed and breakfast and ordered a light lunch. She looked around her\nand smiled. \"I've never been here before. A very lovely place.\"                \"I\nthought so too. I got a room here for the night. I'll be leaving in the\nmorning.\"                \"You\nhave a room here. How very wonderful! I didn't know you could.\" Then her\ncountenance turned sad. \"Yes, I will be leaving by morning as well. And then we\nwill never see each other again colonel.\"                I had a\nfeeling she was married. I had a few girlfriends who didn't get the whole\nre-enacting thing. They didn't understand the whole fascination in dressing up\nin a suit and pretending to be someone you weren't. It was fun and this girl\nwas into as much as I was. I had been planning on getting her phone number, but\nfor now, I was going to play the game. There was no ring, so I might be wrong.                \"It doesn't\nhave to be goodbye you know.\"                She\nsmiled and took my hand. \"No, I suppose not. What say you to taking a girl on a\nstroll after we eat? I'd love to find out more about you.\"                \"I'd\nsay that was a wonderful idea.\"                We had\na wonderful meal and later tea with our dessert, and from there we went out to\nwalk around the town. This neighborhood in particular was all old homes, and\nalways a joy to amble through and view the majestic facades and slate roofs. We\nwalked, and we talked, and never once did the conversation stray from the\nscript. I was the colonel and she was the lovely young lady.                I would\nhave lost patience with such bluster, except that as evening approached and my\nfeet were killing me (my shoes weren't meant for walking) she suggested that\nperhaps we should go back to the house where I was staying. It sounded a lot\nlike an offer, because I noticed her grip on my arm was a little more intense\nthan before. Still, she kept turning her head to stare back from where we had\nbeen.                I\nlooked back too, but I failed to see anything out of the ordinary. The yards\nwere filled with pumpkins and corn stalks, jack-o'-lanterns and scarecrows;\neven a gallows with a dummy hanging by the neck. Some people really got into\nthe spirit of the holiday.                Apparently\nshe wasn't one of them. So we went back to the B\u0026B and went up to my room.\nIt was large, as only these old houses could have, and the bed and furniture\nwas period. My own regular clothes were in the armoire, leaving only my vintage\nstuff out and about. She looked around before choosing a seat in the wingback\nchair in the corner, by the window.                \"Colonel...\"\nshe started. I was finding this game to be getting old, but I was a practiced veteran\nof acting out the role.                 \"Call\nme Garrett.\"                \"Thank\nyou. Garrett, I think we were followed.\"                \"It's a\nsmall town Mary, and there are a lot of people here for today's presentation. Why\nwould anyone follow us?\"                \"Maybe\nyou're right. It was more of a feeling. That lady mentioned Lawrence being\nhung, and the house had a ghastly gallows in its front yard. Such poor taste!\"                \"I\nsuppose so ma'am, but I don't think they mean any harm in it.\"                She\nlooked up at me, and then cast down her eyes. \"Speaking of harm. Might I ask a\nfavor of you?\"                I\npatted my gun and holsters. Both were authentic, having belonged to my predecessor.\n\"My guns are not for hire ma'am. They are only for the defense of the country!\"                She\nlooked up and saw my grin and smiled too. \"I know colonel. You are a gentleman\nas I can see. But I was thinking of a different sort of gun. One you wear under\nyour belt, not on it.\"                I\nstiffened; in more places than just my back. Here I was hoping to get her\nnumber, and she had already gotten mine.                \"Ma'am,\nare you suggesting that I besmirch your fine name with an act of passion?' I\nhardly got the words out with a straight face, they sounded so corny.                But she\nseemed in all seriousness. \"Garrett, it seems to me that you are a fine\ngentleman and as such, worthy of attracting the attentions of a lady, even one\nsuch as I. So I consider my offer to be in the spirit of mutual attraction. Or\nam I mistaken in that you are attracted to me.\"                She did\nhave my number! \"I am very much attracted to you Miss Humphreys, but I didn't\nwant to be ungentlemanly and force my affections on you.\"                \"You\nare gallant sir and an honor to your uniform!\" She stood up and leaned in to\nkiss me.                Things\nwent quickly from that point on. I made certain to lock the door and pull the\nold iron skeleton key out of the lock and place it on the bedside table. I got\nout of my Union Blues, but her dress proved to be much more difficult to\nextract her from. The outer dress I was able to assist her in getting off, but\nwhen it came down to it she removed her bloomers and left the petticoats and\nsuch on.                I got\nup on the bed and pulled her after me. She pulled her skirts up and straddled\nme, leaning down and planting a solid kiss on my lips.  I could feel her arranging her hips as she\nsettled down. She rubbed herself up and down the length on my shaft a few\ntimes, and her slipperiness and readiness were avidly displayed by her actions.                What I\ndidn't expect was when she went to slip over my cock. She got the head inside,\nand then there was a momentary delay as she had to push harder. There was a\nslight pop and then she was all the way over my meat. Her enthusiasm from that\npoint onward was incredible. I was shocked speechless which was good, for this wasn't\nthe time for words.Let's just say that the partial\ncostume was a real turn on. And while she wasn't noisy, she wasn't quiet\neither.  She was into our tryst more than\na lot of my past girlfriends had been. But then it didn't surprise me either. A\nlot of introverted people came out when they were in costume. There is\nsomething to be said for hiding behind the façade of someone else's story. It\nwas easier for me to be a Civil War colonel than it was to be who I really was;\nat least it was most of the time.The sun had been in the process of\ndipping below the horizon when we started, so there was still a little light\npeeking through the windows. The glowing orb had set by the time we finished\nour first round. There was a little moonlight coming in the windows, and a\nlittle illumination from the streetlights. Otherwise, it was dark in the room.\nI could pretty much only see her as silhouetted against the far window.She got up, kissed my nose and took\nthe time to finish removing her petticoats. When she got back up on the bed,\nshe snuggled in close. My arm was under her as she laid her head on my shoulder.\n\"Garrett?\"\"Mary?\"\"Thank you so much for what you've\ndone. It was wonderful!\"She was thanking me? \"Likewise\nma'am,\" I said with a bit a drawl.\"We started up again a little while\nlater, and it was just as much fun as it was the first time around.  I was able to feel her breasts now, and they\nwere a perky pair sitting atop her slender form. They felt nearly perfect, and except\nfor a dimple here and there. Or they might have been moles. I really didn't\ncare enough at the time to ask. I was nerdy, but not that nerdy.The fact was, she was screwing me like\nI had never had anyone ever do before. It was normally me up on top, getting\noff while my mate of the day was patiently waiting underneath. I never thought\nI was a bad lover, but such indifference can really kill your libido. Now, I\nmight as well have been the world's greatest lover. And again, she was on top,\nmaking quite the fuss. Her passionate cries and the feeling of her nails as\nthey clawed me was about as exciting as my life had ever gotten.By the time we were done I was\npretty worn out.  We were lying together,\nside by side, with no more noise now outside of the quiet rasp of our\nbreathing. Neither one of us were talking, having said everything we needed to\nduring our tryst. And that was spoken with our body language only, as I'm sure\nyou know.But there were noise coming from\noutside the house; normal zooms and honks, people talking as they passed by,\nand the winds rustling the multihued leaves. There was one odd sound outside,\nwhich I was prepared to ignore. With it being so late at night, and so close to\nHalloween, I figured it was kids TPing or smashing pumpkins, or some other mild\nform of vandalism. But she was immediately alarmed. Without saying a world she\ngot up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her torso.  She tiptoed to the window and parted the lace\ncurtain. I heard her gasp and pull away.\"What is it?\" I asked, no longer\nfeeling like the dashing young war hero I had been imitating.\"I think someone followed us.\"I got up and peered out the window.\nThe panes were a little dirty, but I could see a form in the yard, half in the\ndark and half in the light. I had a feeling it was just a figure put up for the\nholiday by the owners, but since it was on a side of the house I had not seen\nfrom the outside, I couldn't tell for certain. The fact that it didn't move\nlent credence to my hypothesis. \"It's just a dummy. Come to bed and\nwe'll check it out come morning.\"\"No, I think I'll just stay here\nand kept an eye on it. I wouldn't want something bad to happen to you. By\nmorning I'm sure all will be right again.\"I was tired and no longer feeling\nvaliant. I would have preferred snuggling the rest of the night, but if she had\nother ideas, who was I to argue? I knew enough about women to know that arguing\nwith them was generally pointless. Even f you won, you lost. So I kissed her\nhead and climbed back into bed, pulling up the blanket for lack of a sheet.I woke a few times during the\nnight, hoping she had come to bed, but each time I looked, I could see her\nsilhouette against the window, the curtain pulled slightly askew. I would sigh\nand fall back asleep. Once, I dreamt of the story she had told, and how Mary\nHumphreys had been gunned down in the streets. I could almost see it in my\ndream, and I found myself trying to protect her from harm. I awoke from that in\na sweat. It had been all too real.The sun was just barely lifting its\nface to shine down on the world. She was still there, peering out the window.\nShe had to be exhausted, because I was still dead tired from the night before.\nRather than startle her awake, I decide to pad across the room and kiss her\ngood morning. I figured my footfalls would be enough to disturb her slumber.I got to her and leaned down to\nkiss her head. I stopped just shy of doing it. My eyes caught the form out in\nthe yard. It certainly looked like a dummy, but on closer inspection, it seemed\nto be made to look like a zombie. It had on an old suit; a three piece tweed,\nand old shoes and scraggly hair. It was standing there, probably supported by\nrods stuck in the ground and running up its pants. It was an old trick. But I\nhad to admit it was spooky as hell.As I stared at it, an odor came to\nmy nose. It was earthy, and while not unpleasant, it wasn't quite right. It was\nout of place. I looked down at my lady friend and was suddenly glad I had not\nkissed her.My scream was more from surprise\nthan absolute fright, but it was loud enough for the owners of the B\u0026B to\ncome running up. At first they apologized and went to remove the corpse-like thing\nthat was sitting there. I intercepted them. \"Don't! You really, really don't\nwant to touch that. Just call the police, and the medical examiner.\"I won't bother with all the details\nof what happened next. There is no point to it really. Needless to say the\nentire town was in an uproar. I was told I couldn't leave until it was\nstraightened out, and since I promised and had a few people who vouched for me,\nI spent my time where I was and not in a jail cell.I put my time to good use. I went\nand looked up that lady from the historical society. I had been told to keep my\nmouth shut pending the investigation, so I simply made as if this girl had left\ntown. But I was very interested in the story. The nice lady pulled open their\nscrapbook and showed me page after page of articles from the original murder,\nthe court case and finally the hanging of her killer.I didn't bother reading them much.\nI had found a cabinet card on the initial pages, with the name of one of the\nold, local photographers at the bottom, and on that card was an image. It was\nMary Humphreys. And it was my girl, the one who had been as warm and vivacious as the one in the yellowed photograph.. Now perhaps you think I'm making\nthis up. I wish it were true. For you see, the coroner thought he only had one\nbody to deal with until the paramedics noticed that the one standing in the\nyard wasn't a prop. It was a real corpse too. By the time they sorted the whole\nthing out everyone was so confused they gave up and suppressed the entire damn\nthing.As it turned out, Mary Humphreys was\nmurdered on October 24, 1906. That was the same day as the event in the\ncemetery. And as I found out at the historical society, it wasn't the first\ntime something like this had happened. There were wild tales going back decades\nof a ghostly young woman walking through the cemetery, but this was the first\ntime that there had ever been a case of her leaving the grounds. Of course, a\nlot of people still thought the young lady of this day was a re-enactor, and\nthe local police approved of that story. The truth would be too hard to\nswallow.As for the other body, well, that\nbelonged to Lawrence. Mary had been placed in a mausoleum, and when they went\nto it, the door was open and her place empty. His body was harder to re-inter,\nuntil a scared township trustee called the sheriff to report a grave robbery.\nThe problem was, it was an unmarked grave. It wasn't hard to put two and two\ntogether.Let's just say that I was\nquestioned a hell of a lot, and so where all the people who had attended the\nperformance. Everyone saw a young, very much living woman with me, and she had\nstood in front of them and told them all a wonderful story. As it turned out it\nwas her story, and she had told it like she had been there, because she had been.The coroner's report came back, and\nof course the police chief handed it to me with a look of disgust in his eyes.\nThe body was found with two bullet holes in the chest; those were the unusual\nmarks I felt in the dark. The corpse also tested positive for semen, and they\nshould have know that because I told them the truth; this woman and I had been\nshaking the bed frame and rattling our bones. Of course now that sounded kind\nof creepy. I mean, I'm not one for necrophilia.In the end I was run out of town,\nnot because I had done anything wrong, but because they got so sick of the\nentire thing they simply wanted to bury it...again. Mary's body was tucked away\ninside her spot in the little limestone and marble building half buried in the\nside of that hill where we gave our talks, and Lawrence; well they put him in a\nconcrete vault and buried him a little deeper than before.And me? Well, I still look forward\nto every October 24. For you see, hell or high water Mary will make out for one\nday of freedom. I don't know how and I don't care to know. But I'm there in the\ncemetery at one minute after midnight, and I get her back before the twenty\nfour hours is up. It's weird, and it's kinky, but I don't think I'd have it any\nother way.  And thankfully, Lawrence has\nfailed to make an appearance ever since that first day. I suppose he fumes and\nclaws at his casket, but in the end, he has to stay put. Good riddance I say.\nHe had his chance and he blew it away. Now it's my turn."}