{"id":19054,"date":"2026-11-09T07:40:31","date_gmt":"2026-11-09T14:40:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=19054"},"modified":"2026-11-09T07:40:31","modified_gmt":"2026-11-09T14:40:31","slug":"did-he-really-witness-a-hanging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=19054","title":{"rendered":"Did he really witness a hanging?"},"content":{"rendered":"

He spent days looking at various sections of the castle from the nearby woods and hills. His binoculars scanned every nook and crevice. The facility fascinated him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was rumored to be owned by a recluse. It was further rumored that strange things went on there. One report indicated that the occasional female went in, but never came out.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

One day he was scanning some of the arches and openings in the side of the facility when he saw a flash of something. He quickly zeroed in with his binoculars. That\u2019s when he saw a figure in an arch up on what looked to be the third floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He frowned, wondering what he was looking at. So he increased the magnification. It looked like\u2026 like a\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He shook his head and blinked his eyes as he looked again. The figure seemed to be jerking around a little. It also appeared to be swaying back and forth as it twisted in place. What the hell was it??<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He increased the magnification on his binoculars as far as it would go. Then he looked again. He saw what looked like a white blouse, a black skirt, and\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Wait! Was that a black hood covering the head? It looked human, but he certainly couldn\u2019t make out any facial features.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He quickly identified what looked like a rope going upward. There also looked to be some sort of metal trap door that had opened downward from the ceiling. Wait, had he just witnessed a\u2026.??<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He stared again. The body – and it was most definitely a body – gently swung back and forth as it rotated in place. The head was tipped at an unnatural angle. The figure definitely looked to be attached to a rope that went upward through the hole in the floor created by the opened piece of metal.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He stared intently through his binoculars. My gawd; that looked like a woman! It looked like she had\u2026 like she had been hanged!! Shamefully it caused a stiffening in his pants.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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He immediately glanced all around, anxious someone might have seen him looking upon the spectacle. But there was no sign of life. He was all alone in this part of the woods.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He watched until the figure finally stopped rotating and swaying. It dangled quietly, apparently bereft of any signs of life. Then he got nervous.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Frantically, he looked all around. He was sure he\u2019d seen something he wasn\u2019t supposed to see. That\u2019s when he decided to high-tail it out of there.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

—<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Curiosity brought him back several hours later. He brought a telescope with him, wondering if he\u2019d truly seen what he thought he\u2019d seen. He was almost certain it wouldn\u2019t be there anymore, either that or his eyes had somehow deceived him concerning what he thought he\u2019d seen earlier that day.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He found his spot in the woods and set up his telescope. Then he zeroed in on that opening, that arch. And there it was\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

…or rather, there SHE was, for it was clearly a female!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She was still in what appeared to be a noose, the metal trap still open. And her face was still hooded. But the view of her chest clearly indicated it was a woman\u2026 or rather, that it had BEEN a woman.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t see below her skirt. He would need a higher vantage point in order to look down into the arch. So he carefully climbed a tree with his telescope in order to get a better view of the lower half of her body.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was a woman, all right. He could now see her long, bare slender legs below her black skirt. She dangled quietly, issuing no movement of any kind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He identified a rope which seemed to secure her ankles together. Her arms looked to be secured behind her back at the wrists. The scene clearly indicated she\u2019d been recently hanged, but her body left untouched.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He took a closer look. Black heels remained upon her feet despite the drop she had taken. She dangled less than two feet above the floor below.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He focused on the rope around her head. It was coiled in the shape of a noose. Her head was bent in such an odd angle that it was obvious her neck had been snapped.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Who was she? What had she done to get herself hanged? Who was this eccentric who owned the castle?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He studied the body again, running the telescope down her form. He looked at her chest, her skirt, her legs. Whoever she was, it was clear she had once been attractive. That\u2019s when he became aware of the fact he was sporting an uncomfortable erection in his pants.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He took one last look through his telescope. Yes, the body of the woman was still there. But had he now seen something he wasn\u2019t supposed to see?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Panic made him scurry back down the tree. He quickly packed up his gear and made a hasty retreat back to his car. He didn\u2019t think anyone had seen him, but he couldn\u2019t be sure.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His heart beat fast as he drove home. But now he couldn\u2019t get the image out of his head. The bulge in his trousers refused to soften.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That night he dreamed he was out in the woods with his telescope peering into that same particular arch. The arch was empty. But a moment later her body came plummeting into view.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She hit the end of her rope and bounced, throwing her head off at that peculiar angle. She gently swung back and forth as she rotated and twisted. That\u2019s when he sat upright in bed with an erection in his briefs, breathing heavily.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He tried going back to sleep. But he had the same dream. This time, the moment her body bounced at the end of the rope, his cock spurted into his briefs.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Curiosity made him take one last trip back to the woods the following morning. But she was no longer there. There were no figures in ANY of the arches he scanned with his telescope.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Had he imagined it all? Now he didn\u2019t know what to think anymore. But he noticed to his chagrin that he had another bulge in his pants.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He kept running the image through his mind. It was vivid; it was real; he was SURE it was real! But had it really happened?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For weeks he kept having the same dream. His cock always went off the moment her body bounced at the end of the rope. But he decided never to go back to the castle for fear of being caught\u2026 or worse.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He never learned about the addition to the legend\u2026 an addition indicating that one more woman had gone into the castle\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

…and had never come out\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

11\/5\/26 written for Teresia94 and inspired by Fisher’s manipulation.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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