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Part One
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tRumors about the old empty house on the hill had been circulating for as long as anyone from the school could remember. They were varied and always vague, but all agreed that the night of Halloween was when the haunting would be at its peak. With this in mind, a certain kitten decided to organize a tour of the house following a night of trick-or-treating. Halloween night finally arrived and the highlight of most children’s night had passed without incident. Bags and buckets full of candy, the streets slowly emptied of costumed cubs save for a small group sneaking out to the outskirts of town. Jynx grumbled to herself about all her friends who had agreed to meet there but had chickened out. Sara, who had never had much stomach for scary things, fidgeted nervously as she reluctantly followed her sister. And finally Poly, who had only agreed to come after her friend Sara had pleaded with her not to leave her alone with her sister, clung to the other girl’s side. Finally inside, the three girls found a surprisingly well-furnished interior for what was supposedly an abandoned house. Aside from a layer of dust on everything, the place seemed perfectly intact; certainly not the spook that Jynx had been so excited to find. A frustrated black kitten led her sister and friend into a luxurious, if empty bedroom, yet another disappointment. But as the other two climbed onto the bed, something caught Jynx’s ear... It had been faint, barely a whisper, but to the little girl desperate to find something, anything to salvage this wasted trip, it was definitely a sign. Stepping back into the hall, she heard further whispers, growing slightly louder the closer she came to a door they had somehow overlooked the whole night. Reaching the door, Jynx threw it open without hesitation, her excitement at the prospect of finally having something to scare the others with driving her actions. Just as soon as she had the door open though did that thought fade, replaced by confusion and panic... Something had grabbed onto her wrist the moment she had let go of the doorknob; she couldn’t see what it was, but it felt as though a hand had closed over her wrist. In the dim light she could make out depressions in her arm suggesting her thought was correct, as impossible as it seemed. She didn’t have time to dwell on it though as another “hand” grasped her ankle, and yet another wrapped around her waist. Several more hands and arms attached themselves to the girl, lifting her off her feet; she wasn’t even able to scream as another hand clasped over her open mouth as she was helplessly floated down into the basement below...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Part Two
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tSara was having a surprisingly good time with her friend Poly as the two jumped, carefree upon the surprisingly luxurious bed in the master bedroom of the supposedly haunted house. She had expected the worst, based on all the rumors going around school, and had practically dragged the other girl along, not wanting to face this nightmare alone. Now it seemed there was nothing to fear at all, and she couldn’t have been more relieved. Still... She couldn’t help but feel bad for Jynx. In spite of everything, she knew that her sister had been more than a little disappointed to find the “ghost house” to be a hoax. Sara turned to the doorway to invite her sister to join them; as long as they were there with this giant bedroom to themselves, they may as well enjoy themselves. ... But the black kitten was nowhere to be found. Somewhat disturbed despite herself, she called out to the other kitten. This wasn’t funny, even for Jynx. She would definitely have to scold her mischievous sister when she found her, try to take advantage of their frayed nerves like this... As Poly came up behind her in the doorway to the bedroom, the two girls could make out faint moaning coming from the other end of the hallway. An open door was there, one she couldn’t remember going into earlier in their hunt; as the two crept closer the voice became clear enough to be recognizable as Jynx’s. Sighing at her sister’s attempt to scare them, Sara walked up to the open door... and froze in disbelief. Jynx was definitely in the room, recognizable as the basement in the dim light. But she seemed to be struggling against something, yet unable to move more than her hands and feet as she hovered a few feet above the ground. Her costume had been torn open exposing her chest and naughty bits and there were disturbingly phallic objects floating all about her, just barely visible but apparently quite tangible based on the girl’s reactions to them... And they were all... ... Admittedly, she didn’t seem to be struggling all that hard, but still... This, it couldn’t possibly be... Beside her, Sara heard Poly’s scream as the fox cub turned tail and ran down the hallway. Sara quickly followed after the other girl, pleading for her to stop. Whatever was happening here, they couldn’t afford to split up; Jynx had forced her to watch enough horror movies to know that was when they would be most vulnerable... The other girl made it to the living room before Sara finally caught up with her. The front door to the house was right in front of them, but they couldn’t just leave Jynx behind. Struggling to steel herself even as she tried to talk her shaken fox friend into returning to the basement, the kitten was startled to hear the television suddenly click on, the static deafening in the otherwise quiet room. The girls turned towards the old TV, and through the static Sara could make out what appeared to be an image of her sister, still in costume and unmolested, staring at her with pleading eyes. Jynx appeared to be trying to say something but she couldn’t hear her voice over the static. Sara stepped closer to the screen, concern for her sister driving her actions. As she came close enough to touch the screen though, Jynx’s expression suddenly changed; the girl appeared to be laughing maniacally, though she still couldn’t hear it. Then suddenly the screen cut out; at the same time something began coiling up her legs; she looked down to find that a tape from the VCR had begun spewing its tape out and coiling around her legs. She also discovered, to her dismay, that the tape seemed to as strong as steel around her somehow. More invisible forces grabbed at her, pushing her down against the TV and tearing away at her costume in much the same manner as Jynx’s had been defiled. The same phallic objects began appearing around her now as well. At this range there was no mistaking them; these were floating, ghostly cocks now prodding at her vulnerable holes... There was no denying it now; the house was haunted, and the inhabitants meant to have their way with her and the others... and now it was too late to escape or stop them...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Part Three
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tPoly stood in stunned silence as Sara walked forward, seemingly entranced by the blank television screen. She wanted to say something, to pull her friend away, but she couldn’t seem to find her voice or her legs. So instead she stood, trembling slightly, and watched the surreal scene before her. Then, suddenly the whole scene became a nightmare before her eyes. Within seconds, the kitten was being bound by some weird tape spitting out of the machine, at the same time her clothes were ripping off of her and strange glowing objects began appearing around her... Finally the fox cub found her voice again and let out a terrified scream. Her head cleared for a moment and she remembered that they were right by the front door of the house. She scrambled to the door, struggling against her panic to try to manipulate the doorknob. Several frantic moments passed before she was finally able to turn the thing and pull the door open. Or at least she tried to pull the door open; the door seemed to be blocked by some force and, try as she might, Poly couldn’t budge it. The girl desperately ripped at the door, forgetting everything going on around her until she felt something on her tail. She looked but couldn’t see anything grasping her, though it felt as though a strong hand had taken hold of her, squeezing painfully hard on her. A moment later the “hand” violently pulled on her tail, pulling her whole body up by the poor stressed limb as she clung for dear life to the doorknob. Something was now clawing at the shorts of her costume and the strange objects began to materialize around her now as well... Finally she recognized them for what they were... Loosing another blood-curdling shriek, the girl’s struggles renewed and she pulled with all of her strength against the ghosts. To her surprise, the invisible forces suddenly vanished and the door flew open with her backwards force on it. Scrambling to her feet, she spared a quick glance over her shoulder at her friend, still in the clutches of the nightmare she and her sister had fallen to... Nothing else mattered in that moment. She had to escape from this place! She had to find help- The wind was knocked from her as she fell hard to the sidewalk at the end of the walkway to the house. Stunned and confused, Poly failed to notice the vines that had reached up through the floorboard of the living room floor to trip her now coiling around her legs. Only when they began dragging her surprisingly fast along the walkway did the realization dawn upon her... Again the ghostly hands were upon her, tearing away at her clothes and the so to were the dicks waiting to do unspeakable things to her and her friends. Struggle as she may, she couldn’t fight her way out of the vines as they mercilessly dragged her into the darkness. A final scream rang out into the empty streets as she disappeared beneath the floor... The hole repaired itself behind her as though it had never been there and the door slammed shut behind them and once again the street fell silent...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Part Four
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tIt had been almost 6 hours since the missing persons report had come in; a report of children disappearing, especially on Halloween of all nights was particularly troubling. The chief of police for the town had long claimed that, no matter how bad the areas around them and in the country at large may get, their town was a haven from crime, and this case would severely tarnish that reputation should it get out... Per regulation, calls had already been made to neighboring precincts and other officers and emergency personnel were swarming to the town to assist, but the chief was determined to handle the situation internally; they would find the missing children quickly and unharmed and this case would be nothing but a bad memory for the force. The search was top priority for the force, all on-duty officers were diverted. One such team, after getting the call thought to go to the children’s school to interview some of the teachers (they didn’t want to cause a panic by involving the students). From there they learned of the rumors spreading among the students, about the old house and, being the closest to the site, drove out to search the place. The chief had been very clear that this was to be handled as quickly as possible, and thus dispatch had given them to okay to enter the house without waiting for a warrant. From the outside there was nothing remarkable about the place, it was just an empty, slightly run down house. Making their way inside past the living room, things began to get strange... In the living room, seeming to originate from an old television, there were globs of some white translucent slime. Neither could identify the strange substance, but a closer inspection revealed that it seemed to form a trail leading further into the house. The house was eerily quiet as the two officers crept down the hallway following the mysterious trail, expecting the worst. The trail continued into the basement where the strange goop started getting thicker and more prevalent. The goop seemed to be culminating around another door in the back of the room, but unlike every other door in the house, this one was locked, possibly barricaded from the other side as the door had no visible locking mechanism. Steeling themselves, the two officers forced the door open. There in the back of the room were all three of the missing girls. But any joy at finding the missing persons was dashed as the two took in the scene before them... A bowl of candy lay upturned in one corner, suggesting the girls had been in costume, but now all three had been stripped naked; torn bits of cloth strewn about the room, also covered in the oozing slime. The three were breathing, but unconscious; none had stirred or otherwise acknowledged their presence when they’d forced their way into the room. Two of them in fact seemed to be bound to the spot, one with some kind of tape and the other with what appeared to be roots. The three were absolutely covered in the same slime they’d found throughout the house... They had seen for themselves that it wasn’t the case, but in this new context, there was no denying that this mystery substance really looked like cum... Furthermore, it was clear that the girls had been brutally violated. The stuff was slowly leaking from brutally abused and gaping holes. Reluctantly, the two left the girls as they were, the need to preserve evidence in the hopes of catching whatever monsters were responsible for this horrific crime was paramount now that things had turned out this way... Any hope of resolving the situation quietly or positively dashed, the two reported back to dispatch and awaited the crime scene investigators... Ultimately, a more exhaustive search found no sign of anyone having entered or left the house save for the victims themselves. Samples taken from the girls had turned up... nothing. No DNA, no foreign bodily fluids or skin cells, literally nothing. Worse yet, as time passed, the strange goop seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace of its presence and hence nothing to test. Whatever horror had befallen these poor girls that night, it seemed, would forever remain a mystery. Whatever it was, there was one thing they all knew for sure, when this story got out, it was going to be a PR nightmare...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
This group seems to grow deeper with every passing year. Nobody's quite sure why deceased spirits with this, um... particular desire have chosen to congregate in this old house, but in recent years it seems they've become more proactive in luring their prey into their clutches. It's a shame this group can only materialize one night a year...
... Seriously though, Jynx's curiosity is going to be the death of her eventually.
Normally I'm not really a huge fan of the whole "floating dicks" thing, but in this context it makes sense. Also, for you kids out there that don't know what a VCR is, that's the super archaic machine that people used in the dark ages to record onto magnetic tape so that we could watch Saturday morning cartoons whenever we wanted. While this is technically not canon, I was having too much fun working on this to not write a story for it.
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