This is a commission I did for DeviantArt
Harlot's Creek wasn't your average small town. Hell, it wasn't even your average haunted small town. But for Caleb, Mikey and Patrick it was home. To the three boys in their late teens, the tales of the phantom woman dressed in red roaming the local fields at night were just bedtime stories they were told growing up. The ghostly creek that filled with mist on winter mornings was just a place to catch fish in the summer – and the decrepit old abandoned mansion where the spectre supposedly lived was just a quiet place they could sneak off to for a vape or a beer free from scolding looks.
“You guys all got the same story as me growing up, right?” asked Caleb one day between swigs from a bottle of lager. “The version our parents were comfortable telling?” His friends gave him confused looks that begged 'what other version was there?' Caleb chuckled softly taking another slug. “You guys haven't heard the real one, huh? How the Scarlet Harlot came to haunt this place and how this shitty town got its name?”
“How about you quit flapping your jaw and tell us?” Mikey tossed his empty beer bottle against the wall of the house and watched it smash into a million pieces. Patrick smirked.
“Alright, calm down,” Caleb rolled his eyes. “It goes like this. So, about a hundred years ago, a guy lived in this house – not a woman like in the version you know, but a guy. He was into some weird shit, in more ways than one. The story goes that he would invite some local sorceress every couple of months to be like some old-timey dominatrix. Only, she didn't tie him up and stuff – well, I suppose she may have, but the main thing she did was use her powers to turn this guy into a hot babe.” Patrick snorted with laughter but Caleb ignored him. “Apparently, the guy got off on it. He had this whole alter ego with long blonde hair and massive tits. The sorceress would transform him and dress him all in red...red gloves, red shoes and this shiny red corset...”
“How would you know this?” Mikey scoffed. “And why is he now a ghost?”
“I am getting to that!” Caleb had grown irritated. “So, yeah, this weirdo like being turned into a woman for kicks but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted the sorceress to change him permanently. Problem is, why would she slaughter the sissy that lays the golden eggs? She refused and when the man refused to pay her, she used her other powers on him and accidentally burned his house down.” He paused to gauge the reactions of his now silent friends. “And in death, the guy finally got what he wanted...eternity as a beautiful woman, destined to haunt the creek forever.” Caleb finished his own beer and looked at his friends seriously. “And as for how I know...well, that's the wrong question. The real question is how will I prove it? Because the answer to that question is I am going to sneak in here tonight with my camera and get photo evidence.
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