Paranormal MILF Trap

[unklernie]

A completely fictional account for entertainment only...

First a bit about me. I am a former law enforcement officer from the Midwest. I am retired and live quite comfortably on a settlement I received from a job-related injury. I supplement my settlement income by selling equipment to local law enforcement jurisdictions which allows me to keep in contact with these good people, my former peers. I am also a pervert and have been getting away with considerable unlawful sexual activity for many years due to my knowledge of law enforcement, and at times with help from my good, loyal, contacts who still work in the law enforcement field.

Recently I was visiting with a contact of mine, a deputy sheriff in a rural county. He had some interesting news of a type of activity that is becoming very popular with mid-life women across the nation. Seems these 40 something ladies are watching a lot of cable television about "ghost hunting" and paranormal activity. The shows make the scary activities look like great fun and the women get together and take tours of the "haunted" buildings and homes. Apparently, according to my friend, an entire industry has been started to cater to the desire of these women to experience the thrills of ghost chasing. Tours of "haunted" areas are bulging with customers year round and electronic "ghost finder" devices are selling out all over the internet. But the thing that got my attention is that he said that the women soon get tired of the guided tours and start searching for more exciting adventures in abandoned farm homes and old grave yards. According to him a couple weeks ago he was called out to an old graveyard that is no longer used to investigate some lights and activity. What he found was a group of mid 40's women in 2 SUV's drinking wine and "hunting ghosts." He let them off with a stern warning to stay out of the graveyards in the area as they are off limits after dark. He told me with a laugh, that when he approached the first SUV the smell of wine, perfume, and excited pussy took him back to the days of his youth.

This got me thinking about what easy prey a small group of these MILFs on an adventure would be. Of course a bit of preparation was in order, finding the right property, and equipping it for my fun. Then getting the word out in the area that the place I have set up is haunted. Then springing the trap on the right victims. I got busy on looking for a site in a very rural county and had some luck on the second day. The place was abandoned but not too far gone as it was well off the main road and had not been vandalized, best of all it had a small machine shed for hiding my vehicle. I went to the local library and looked up the particulars on the property. As is turned out the owners who had lived there had passed on, the heirs all lived out of state, the land was in a trust and managed by a local bank. The home had been rented twice, but I am sure the distance from the main town and the cost to heat an old home had put it off the market for the past 5 years. It seems the old homestead was falling down and no one was interested in it. Perfect.....stay tuned for more

[unklernie]

I had parked my travel trailer at a public campground about 3 miles from the homestead. I went to the local town and visited the diner there for breakfast looking for information from locals. Since I was from out of the area I had to start out slowly but was able to gain the trust of a few of the diners after revealing that I was in the market to purchase antiques. Which was not a total lie because collecting old farming tools is another of my hobbies. After small town folk find you may have money to buy their junk, they usually come around. I was able to find out that the farmer who was working the ground for the trust was in Texas for the winter, and that the old farmhouse was going to be knocked down in a few months after the crops were planted. Since it was late winter, it seemed time was on my side.

I pull my camper with a large white van, something that you may see a plumber or contractor use, not exactly new, not exactly old. No name painted on the side of course. Knowing the farmer was not around meant access to the homestead was unlimited, and by having his name I could easily lie to any "do-gooder" confronting me there that I was working on the homestead to remove usable items before it was razed. Perfect.

Early on the third day in the area I pulled my van into the metal building and slid closed the door. The old home had a basement with access from an outside locked stairway. This is real common as these old homes were not originally built with basements, they were added later along with the access. A medium pair of bolt cutters removed the padlock and I walked down the steps. The basement was small and did not go completely under the home, it stretched form the front door area to the kitchen but did not extend under the bedrooms. A rather modern boiler which after a quick look revealed it was equipped for propane and could possibly be fired for heat. I have an extensive selection of tools and devices in the van and a spare propane tank and after a bit of fitting up I had the basement nicely heated. I turned off the valves to the rest of the home, no need to heat upstairs.

No electricity here, all my power tools run on battery, but for lighting I brought in a pair of deep cycle 12 volt batteries and some low draw LED lights. A solar charger placed outside, hidden by bushes will keep them topped off while I work. Ah yes the work. It seems the front half of the basement directly under the front entry way was never finished and the floor was packed dirt. Perfect for my purposes. Using a skil saw I cut and notched the joists under the front door entry just inside the home. From upstairs I cut the floorboards and hid the evidence with an old dingy rug. Back downstairs I put in 2 heavy pin latches with cables on each end, then 4 heavy spring loaded hinges on the other side. Made the appropriate cuts, stood back and pulled the cabled pins. Trotting back upstairs I dropped a 80 lb bag of redi-mix concrete on the entry-way floor. The floor was now a door, it dropped, the bag and the old rug fell through and then the door sprang back up. Again Perfect.

That evening I did a little blogging on a ghost watcher website just to set the second trap of the day...stay tuned

[unklernie]

For the fourth day in the area I actually spent a bit of time and money buying a few items from the local folks. A couple of nice Keen-Kutter devices and a few old Winchester knives for my collection. Spent the early afternoon at the campground and was paid a visit by a local deputy sheriff. Nice friendly fellow, I would have been surprised if I had not been contacted by the local law while camping in their jurisdiction. Small town folks take care of their own. I am sure he heard at the diner of my antique buying intentions and wanted to be sure I was on the up and up. I nearly ran him off when I mentioned that I deal in a few law enforcement equipment items as well. But he took a catalog of my wares and when he saw my very low price list he took several more catalogs back to the station. I will take a few equipment orders from the local law and will have it all drop shipped to them before it is time for me to depart the area.

Out to the farmhouse in the evening, I took another route just to be sure I was not tailed, I was not. Spent about an hour hours setting up a 16 piece clear lexan confinement box under the trap door. Luckily I was able to dig down into the unfinished floor and secure it without having to drill bolt holes in concrete. The containment is clear all around and has a door facing the front after it is all assembled. Truly a work of art, this portable MILF trap has served me well for many years. Back at the campground on the computer later in the evening I generated a bit more haunting interest in the area, but did not divulge the actual location just the general area...more to come.

[unklernie]

Went out early to the farmhouse just to tie up a few loose ends. I mounted several hi-res cameras in the basement and on the front porch and entryway, and one at the back of the home as well. Small and easy to conceal they all fed to my laptop in the basement so I could monitor the front and back of the home when the "ghosthunters" find us. I updated my website entries so that some interest would be generated and included the specifics. Purple lights seen through the windows as driving by was the draw. That part was true as I had set up a graff generator in the dining room upsatirs and it produced a very freakish purple light when I hit the button. I hid the generating probes in the doorway and the arc seemed to jump across the door frame when seen from the entryway. Everything was set, all I needed was a few victims.

Back to town for lunch, stopped by the sheriff office to pick up their orders. Over $1800 worth of equipment which I bumped up to next day delivery for them. I also had an appointment to purchase some old farm tools, sadly they turned out to be junk, but the owner had a very interesting old hand powered vibrator, the ancient kind you strap on your hand. I gave him $20 dollars for it as it worked when plugged in, was in the original box and appeared unused.

Back at the campground mid afternoon this fine late spring Friday, a few campers had arrived for the weekend. It would be nice to have a few neighbors. I helped a young couple who seemed new to camping set up their campsite. Then I checked my small Honda generator and placed it in the van, I usually just used 12 volt at my traps, but this old vibrator was 110 and it intrigued me, plus with 110 volts the graff lightning is very impressive and a few of my other devices can come into play for any MILFs who should fall into my trap later tonight ....more to come

[unklernie]

The website for the area ghost fans had turned up a bit of interesting chat, maybe a few lucky ghosthunters will get to see those purple lights this evening. I left the campground just before dark and went into town for a quick meal. After eating I went straight to the farmhouse. Just a couple more things to do as I pulled the van in the garage, put the generator behind the garage and fired it up. It purred with Japanese efficiency and quiet. Iran a black 1000 ft heavy duty cord into the basement through an old vent for the heating oil system, Upstairs in the front entryway I placed a remote control device that emits both high frequency and electromagnetic waves, spend over 30 seconds by this device when it is switched on and an uneasiness that is difficult to endure overcomes the body, spend a minute by it and in some cases the victim will vomit.

Back to the van. I have to get close to hear the generator run, It is running perfectly. Next I bring to the basement a large wooden box which contains the tools of my trade. I mount a pump sprayer, to the side of the lexan confinement ans set the nozzle to spray and fire a test shot, it works as the slight smell of cloriform wafts out the open door. I secure the door shut with the heavy bolt. I set up the computer and monitor and begin taping the returns to the hard drive from the 8 cameras I had previously mounted both here in the basement and upstairs. I put on a black hooded sweatshirt with a mask that is easily pulled from the top of the hood when the time is right. I watch the monitor of the front of the house which gives me a look up the road from the town. The wait begins...more later

[unklernie]

As darkness falls nothing much happening on the road in front of the old house. I inflate a pair of queen-size air mattresses and place one in the confinement and one on the concrete basement floor. Checking back at the monitor I notice the headlights of a car pull up in the front. The car sits for a while, my sound equipment picks up music from the car. After a couple minutes they drive away. We have been noticed, or maybe just lovers looking for a parking spot. Who knows? After a few minutes the car returns, same car, same music. The drivers door opens and from the dome light I see it is not my target demographic, maybe college or older high-school kids. Three of them 2 girls and a wimpy looking boy who was driving. They cautiously come to the front porch and open the door. I turn on my electrowave device to repel them but at the same time give the graff generator a tiny touch just to scare the hell out of them. I watch them jump in fear as the purple lightning dances across the doorway inside. They bolt for the door, then slowly return. After a couple minutes the waves do their work and they all decide to leave, quickly as a great feeling of dread comes over them. These kids will blog about the horrid feeling that overcame them and the lightning for weeks. Right now they just want to leave, fast, without throwing up. They spin gravel as they exit the area, scarred and scared.

A couple hours pass, with a few drive-bys and slow down and looks, but no takers. I plan to shut this down about 9 for a couple reasons. First I need to keep appearances up and return around midnight to the campground. Second the prey I am after will not likely be out real late with work commitments and the weekend beginning tomorrow. Just after 8 p.m. a SUV drives by slowly. I can hear music on the mic again and it sounds like 50 cent. Hmmmm, lots of white rural women love those black rappers. I decide that if they turn around and come back I will touch the graff lightning to cast a purple glow that can be seen from the road. 10 minutes later they are back, key the graff, and the SUV stops dead in its tracks. I know I can easily repel them if it is not my prey, so I take a chance. The SUV is a newer model Tahoe which is the choice of the upper-class soccer Moms in these rural areas. The Tahoe backs up and pulls into the drive, as it parks one of he back doors open and a bottle clinks to the gravel, that indicates at least 3 occupants if there is a backseat rider.. I hear female giggles and on the far side of the vehicle the unmistakable sound of someone urinating. Yes the dome light shows two women in front, and apparently the backseat passenger relieving her bladder. This could be the load of drunken MILFS I am looking for...more to come...

[irobbymib]

What about it will tell?

[Story]

This was a heck of a Halloween tale.

[unklernie]

The doors slam on the Tahoe as the tipsy MILFS exit and come up to the front steps slowly. The one in front has a flashlight and shines it on the steps. The camera picks them up now and even with the low light I can see that all three are late 30's to mid 40's, a bit chubby but not BBW's by any stretch. Probably they have lived in the area all their lives and were High School classmates. They slowly open the farmhouse door. I have my finger on the graff button and as they enter I give it a short pulse of purple light. They stop dead in the doorway just short of the rug. The one with the flashlight, a blonde, also carries an iPhone that apparently has a paranormal app going. She steps forward slowly looking at the phone as the others follow. As they all step on the rug I spring the trap and with a crash they slide down the trap door to the mattresses below. The cameras catch the look of complete surprise on their faces, and before they can recover from the drop I pulse the sprayer 5 times filling the containment with a heavy dose of cloriform. The blonde and a brunette, mouths still agape in surprise, try to crawl forward but drop as the mist hits them. The chubbier MILF with obviously home-colored red hair was not so fortunate on the drop. I see she has landed badly and twisted her ankle and moans as she drifts into her induced sleep. I raise the trap door back up and the pins secure it. Now I have some work to do before they awaken.

I go outside and find they have left the keys in the Tahoe so I am able to park it behind the machine shed making it undetectable from the road. Just like my deputy friend said they had been drinking and the smell of booze and cheap perfume was strong in the usual "soccer mom" ride, now turned ghosthunter vehicle. The driver, the blonde apparently was the SUV owner as a photo of her and her 2 kids, no husband in the photo, was laminated onto a tag the key fob. I pocket the keys and return to the basement to begin the fun...more to come on this haunting weekend...

[unklernie]

I come back down the outside entry to the basement and lock the door behind me. The prey are still groggy as I open the lexan door to the containment and remove the rug from under their sluggish bodies, which fell with them to the basement floor. I also see they all have iPhones which is a good deal for me. I grab all three and hook the blonde drivers phone to the computer. In seconds everything she has, contacts, facebook info, work info, everything on it will be on my hard drive. Years ago it would have taken months to get this info even after photographing their ID's for my records, now technology does my work in minutes. I drag the rug upstairs and re-spread it, then bolt the door from inside. We do not want to be disturbed for a couple hours here. Going back down I notice they are stirring a bit but still very groggy. I plug in phone number two and start it downloading. Now I can assess what I have here in the trap.

Phone 2 belongs to Chrissy, she has hurt her ankle it seems form the fall. I stretch her out in the confinement and she looks to be about 5' 4" and 175. Brunette hair, no glasses, chubby but not bad, she moans as she awakens. The ankle is not broken but it looks sprained and swollen, could have been worse. The phone info shows two kids and a husband, looks still married. No work info, must be a housewife out for some fun with her friends. Her phone is done and I plug in iPhone 3. It belongs to Barb who is the chubbiest of the three and it seems she works at the local hospital as a nurse. Dyed brown hair hiding the gray and shorter than the other two, just over 5 foot I guess, 1 child in college, no less, she got an early start it seems. Divorced I would guess, she is the fugly of the group but not by much. I see that she just turned 45 by perusing her received text messages.

The blonde is Gina, obviously dyed blonde also to hide the gray mid 40's (no birthday wishes recently). About 5'5 and 170. I drag her from the containment and cuff her hands behind her back. I do the same with the others and shut and lock the containment door leaving the other two inside. I drag Gina to a air mattress in the basement corner and slap her hard to wake her. She comes too groggy and starts swearing and tries unsuccessfully to get to her knees. From her information I see that the language she uses was not learned at her job as a school administrator, or maybe it was. More later