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The haunted house on Lauren Lane was a legend in the town of Oxboro. It was three centuries old and was two stories tall with a massive attic. Once a mansion owned by a wealthy baroness that liked to host extravagant parties, she was also known to be a bit crazy. Depending on who told the story, the baroness had two children that both died of the flu, which caused her to go entirely insane. She killed her husband and two servants before hanging herself.

Ever since, any attempt to do something with the house was always met with unfortunate circumstances. It was practically free on the market, but anyone who bought it suffered unexpected demises while on its premises. As the years went on, it sank further and further into ruin. The structure sagged in on itself, brush overgrew its yard and scaled the building's sides. The windows were all broken, letting in the elements season after season. Probably rat infested and teaming with termites. There had been several attempts to demolish the building, but every project ran into major complications that ultimately caused abandonment.

And so there it sat, gray, broken, and silent, an extremely cliche haunted house right out of some bad horror movie from the eighties. A chain link fence separated the house from the sidewalk, on which a lone girl stood staring at it. She was a young ferret girl named Senya, about the age of ten though she came off as much older due to her maturity and intelligence. She wore a light blue shirt beneath a pink denim dress. White, thigh high socks disappeared at the knee, completing the look that she had come right from school. This day was the only day out of the week that she didn't have extracurricular activities to keep her back, since she was the class president and had a fair amount on her shoulders as far as responsibility.

She stared at the house with a determined look, her eyes scrutinizing the dilapidated structure. Next to her was her bike, a similarly pink little thing with a basket. She squinted her eyes and peered extra close at the building. Something in the window caught her eye, a white face in the shape of a canine, it vanished as soon as she locked onto it, as if it could sense her leer. Though it could have easily been a stray curtain.

"Hmpf!" she grumbled. There came another movement from the corner of her eye, this time it was on the sidewalk and coming right for her. On a similarly sized black bicycle was her friend and classmate, a tiger that was obviously in a hurry. He came skittering to a halt in the last few feet, tires barking and brakes squealing in protest.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" He said quickly and jumped off his bike. The girl crossed her arms and scowled.

"I don't know why I would have thought any different," she said with a frown.

"Give me a break, my mom was home and I didn't want her to get suspicious," he confessed and pulled the laden backpack from his shoulders and began to unzip it. His name was Rorry.

"Psh! There's nothing to be suspicious about," she continued to scowl, flashing a glare at the house. "It's just an old, dumb mansion, nothing else."

"Yeah, well..." he mumbled and paused.

" 'Well yeah' what?" she snapped and turned to him.

"There was that...whole thing with the Baxter restoration company..." he reminded.

"Baxter Inc used fifty year old machines that called into work more than its employees," she retorted.

"But there was also the Handwells that moved into it and tried to restore it ten years ago..."

"Any small amount of research will tell you that Mr. Handwells was a meth addict prior to moving into that house!" she said exasperated. "They had barely any money, how do you think they were able to afford it? He was just a ticking time bomb anyways," she grumbled and narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah...I-I guess..." he continued and pulled out two flashlights from his backpack.

"All right, let's get started." The two kids kicked up the stands of their bikes and left them there on the sidewalk. Senya nabbed one of the flashlights as they made their way over to a portion of the fence that had a large hole eroded away and bent up where it had once touched the ground. They gingerly picked their way through the section and popped up on the other side. Now there was no separation, they were mere yards away from the spooky dwelling and it seemed right at that moment that an eerie wind picked up around them.

Rorry shivered. "You really wanna go through with this?"

"Absolutely! Here," she said and dug around in the pocket of her dress. She pulled out her cellphone and tapped away at the different apps on it. She handed it over to him, the screen displaying the camera's input with a large 'recording' icon flashing in the corner. "We're going to prove that there is nothing superstitious about this house," she said, though it was more directed at the phone this time. The tiger boy held it up like he were a real cameraman from a news station.

With their adventure now on tape, they ventured closer to the house, cutting across the front yard and walking right up to the front door. There was barely anything holding the door in place, the hinges had been rusted away and the wood was chewed through by termites and weather. Senya turned the handle and shove her shoulder against the panel. Instead of it swinging inward it came off its foundation and fell onto the floor, the sound coming off as such a loud WHACK that Rorry jumped and almost dropped the phone.

"Oops," Senya breathed and flicked on her flashlight. Rorry did the same and they went in. Their golden beams traced the inner contours of the dwelling. What was the foyer was huge and lead into the kitchen and living room. Two flights of stairs wound up to the second floor balcony and between them was a mural that was so damaged it was just a frame on the wall. Every step they took inward creaked so loud that it echoed through the empty house.

"Where do we go first?" Rorry asked, sticking right behind Senya as if she were a shield.

"We hardly have to go anywhere, just keep the camera on me," she said and then cleared her throat. "Spirits!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and threw her paws above her head. "I'm calling your existence out! If you really exist, show yourselves!" Rorry blinked and stared at her in astonishment. Despite that he was shaking from fear, he still held the phone upright and trained on the ferret girl.

Silence enveloped them. Nothing moved or made a sound. "Pussies!" the girl blurted out. "Show yourselves! Give any sort of tangible evidence for your existence!" she continued on.

"Maybe we need one of those...EVP recorders or something? Like what they use on those ghost shows?" he offered.

"Psh, not on my allowance," she said and folded her arms. "Come on, I guess we'll go to the kitchen first," she said and began to meander off towards one side of the lobby.

"Okay," Rorry mumbled and began to follow, but something odd happened. As if his foot was caught on something, his left shoe refused to lift from the ground. He blinked in confusion and looked down at his leg, wondering what the deal was. What he found was greatly terrifying.

A ghostly paw as white as mist had grasped onto his ankle, the forearm of which stuck right out of the floor. He was at a loss of words, terrified beyond belief as he stared wide-eyed at the apparition limb. He opened his mouth to scream but another ghostly paw materialized out of thin air and clamped over his mouth. Another paw grabbed his arm and another grabbed the front of his shirt. He became completely immobile.

Senya had marched on completely oblivious to her friend's predicament, but when she realized that there was only one set of foot steps and the light was fading, she turned around to snap at the tiger again. "Rorry, come-" she cut herself off as the image of the tiger boy came to him. Though no longer grasped by multiple phantasmic paws, he was now levitating several feet above the floor with his body bent backwards, almost completely horizontal. She stared in awe and horror, jaw slightly open. She didn't know what to make of this, there seemed to be no truly rational explanation.

Rorry slowly began to move again, though there came a strange popping and cracking sound when his joints bent, as if they were breaking. His body eventually straightened out and his form was turned upright. His eyes were closed and the expression on his face was lax. When the room had grown the quietest, his eye lids snapped open, revealing pure white orbs that gave off a glow, not too unlike headlights.

Senya screamed and stumbled back, flopping to her butt, though she was able to keep her flashlight trained on her suspended friend. A grin slowly split Rorry's mouth, his teeth seeming to have grown more sharp and numerous, like a shark. An unearthly chuckle escaped his throat, echoing with a hint of a whisper edging each vocalization.

"R-r-rorry?" she squeaked.

"Rorry isn't here anymore," came a voice from her friend. It was deep an menacing like a cliche demon from another horror movie. Each syllable was tainted with a hiss and hung in the air, not unlike himself. The ferret girl was stunned into silence, she had never been so terrified in her whole life. She was shaking so much that the flashlight made a strobing affect around the room. The possessed tiger seemed to notice, and another laugh thrummed from its mouth. "here, let me help you with that."

A ghostly, white tentacle suddenly materialized out of the floor and wrapped around her wrist like a snake. It was opaque like milk and was transparent enough for her to see through its essence, but it felt so incredibly real. And it was strong. Her paw had indeed become stable but now she began to jerk at the apparition appendage, screaming for it to let go.

The tentacle suddenly yanked her forward and she went sprawling on the floor, the thump of which made it sound like she was going to break through the rickety, wooden panels. Another tentacle appeared and wrapped around her other wrist, and then two more did the same to her ankles. Entirely at the ghost's mercy, the ferret girl was lifted from the floor and suspended in a way that was similar to Rorry.

"Wh-what have you done with my friend?" she shrieked and pulled against the iron strong grip of the wormy limbs.

"Oh, he's still in here, just sleeping for the time being," the possessed tiger explained. "If I were you though, I'd be much more concerned about our own safety."

"Wh-what? What are you gunna do to me?" she gasped and began to shake like a puppy.

The ghost cackled and ascended a bit higher in the air. "You'll find out soon enough. Oh! It's so great to have a body again! It's been far too long. And one that is so young and full of life! It's absolutely delicious," he commented and wrapped his arms around himself. "So inviting. But now there's the matter of dealing with you," he said and put his paws on his hips. "So you want some evidence for ghosts eh? So how's all of this for you?" he said and swept his arms out, showing the scene. "You up in the air and your friend is possessed. Not exactly what you were expecting was it?" he continued. Senya's lip trembled as she gave a slight shake of her head.

"Hmm...it's so nice having a young body too. So full of vitality," the possessed Rorry said and made a gesture of nonchalantly looking at his fingernails, "And naughty thoughts." Senya blinked confused and knitted her brow. It was enough to make the ghost boom with laughter. "Oh, didn't you know? This little tiger has had quite the crush on you for quite a while. In fact, he's been having some very...grown up tastes as of late," he mentioned and licked his lips.

Suddenly the feeling of one of the phantom tentacles came slithering up her leg, coiling like a snake up the trunk of a tree. It slithered under her skit and the round tip of it brushed against the front of her undies. She squeaked with surprise and squirmed against her restraints but they held on firmly.

"Hey! Don't touch me there!" she protested angrily and tried kicking her feet.

"I don't think you're in much of a position to make demands," the ghost replied. The white tentacle prodded at the front of the silky article, finding the indication of the girl's prepubescent pussy lips. Senya winced at the feeling and whimpered. She had experimented a little with touching herself but she had never been so bold as to stick anything inside of herself. It had always been rubbing around at her own lips.

The writhing appendage pressed its side up between her legs and began to rub back and forth, settled right between her petals it ground into her and outlined her womanhood. She gasped and a bright blush formed over her lips. She didn't want to admit it, but this was beginning to feel good.

"P-please...I don't want this..." she said and closed both of her eyes.

"Getting awfully wet for someone that doesn't want this," he teased. The tentacle suddenly dug around the hem of the leg hole and wrapped around the fabric. In one savage motion her undies were torn from her body, the tattered fabric fluttering to the ground. She gasped and shivered, her adolescent cunt now bare and open beneath her skirt. The tentacle snaked its way back up her leg and pressed to her exposed pussy.

The texture of the wormy appendage was soft and seemed like it was already wet, the thought of a salamander tail came to the girl's mind. She wiggled at its touch, the thing went back to rubbing along her lips for a short while before it turned back and aimed for her hole. With her legs splayed open it made for an easy entrance, though her tightness proved to be an obvious barrier.

Senya screamed out in pain as the tentacles forced its way up into her pussy. Her hymen broke with ease and a trickle of blood ran down the tentacle's length. It pushed in farther and farther until it tickled her little cervix, coating itself in her juices before he began to pump back and forth.

"Ahh! That's what I've missed," the ghost cooed and closed his glowing eyes a little. "You'll have to forgive me, not being laid in a decade has made me a bit voracious."

"You...uh...need to...stop this..." she grunted out through clenched teeth. Her body began to jostle around as the tentacle fucked her rapidly. The pain was still present, having just lost her virginity to this...thing, but it had grown to a dull ache. In fact, there was a new sensation that was rapidly blossoming.

Perhaps it was her sheltered and academically driven life that had made her a bit naughty in her own right, being closed off from exploring her own body made her want to do it all the more. The stroking movements of the tentacle came faster and more vigorous. It twisted like a drill each time it pushed inside, which sent fingers of electric bliss flowing up the girl's body.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried out happily. While her mouth was hanging open another tentacle came up quickly. As big as the one in her pussy, it shoved itself into her mouth and wiggled against the back of her throat. She gagged right away which made her throat milk its squirming tip. Her words of protest became muffled, even as it began to pull and push against her throat, she was quick to accept her oral fate.

The possessed Rorry shivered and gave a soft grunt as if he was personally fucking this little girl. Each time the tentacle plunged into her mouth she would give a soft squeak, her gaze being cross-eyed as she stared down at the opaque thing.

The pounding from either end of her body was growing intense. She seemed to acclimate well to getting fucked, her throat opened up and she no longer gagged so long the tentacle didn't go so deep. The one in her cunt seemed to get away with going deeper upon every pass, and the girl became noticeably wet, so much so that clear liquid gleamed from the tentacle's surface. Though, the ghost wasn't the slightest bit done with trying new things.

The appendage that assaulted her cunt suddenly pulled free, leaving her gaped and wanting. Her hole winked for a moment and became filled once more with a third ghostly snake that resumed the enthusiastic movements of the first. The original tentacle had other plans though. It dripped the girl's essence, enough to make for a great lube. It moved closer and pushed its way under Senya's tail and right between her cheeks. It prodded hard against her pucker and then began to force its way inside.

The ferret girl let out a scream in protest and shook her head, but the gestures meant little. Her pucker gave way and the tentacle pushed inside of her hole. She shrieked in renewed pain, muffled of course but it was easy to tell what she was feeling.

"Oooh...now this is very nice," the ghost commented as several inches pushed into the girl's bowels, twice as much as what had once been in her cunt. The two tentacles between her legs began to work back and forth at opposite intervals. The one in her mouth stroked in tandem with the one in her ass, and so every pleasurable orifice was claimed.

Ecstasy and pleasure filled her mind, so many new sensations in such a short amount of time was causing her mind to go blank. Her body squirmed and humped back however best she could in the midst of getting fucked. She slurped and writhed her young tongue around on the cock-esque tentacle. The ghost was clearly enjoying himself, moaning out and sighing happily as these things had their way with their victim.

The house became filled with the wet slapping of every ghostly appendage delving into her holes, her juices and saliva coating every one of them as they worked harder back and forth. Accompanied by them were the insistent gags and moans of the girl herself, her world view suddenly blossomed into this extravagant point. Not to mention the ghostly moans of the possessed tiger boy, and the whole spooky sex scene was complete.

Minutes ticked on and the abused girl was shifted into several different positions while being suspended. Once being upside down with her legs straight up in the air, another time on her back with her arms tied behind her. Every movement though was accompanied by the same relentless things working away at her holes.

After what seemed like an eternity, there came a change in the ghost's mood. His moaning became more pronounced and his body writhed where he was suspended. He suddenly grabbed both sides of his head and bellowed demonically as if he were experiencing the world's worst migraine. What the girl mistook for writhes of pain were actually waves or orgasmic pleasure.

Her ass was the first thing to get blasted. A sticky white substance came from the tip of the tentacle, thick and sticky, it pumped deep into her bowels. Her cunt became subject to the spray as well, though it was quick to fill, it came spurting back out of her hole. She didn't know what to expect when her mouth became flooded, but it wasn't the strong, musky taste or pleasant sensation she was treated to when she swallowed it.

The ectoplasm, as that was the best she could understand it to be, filled every hole on her, and when the tentacles pulled out they continued to spew. Ropes and globs of the milky substances spattered her legs and face. Her fur was soaked and every place the tentacles had injected her was rejecting the frothy substance. It leaked from between her legs and spattered the ground beneath her. It rolled off her tongue and stung her eyes. It had a very salty taste, and no matter how hard she swallowed, it seemed to stick to the inside of her mouth.

Left panting and dazed, Senya didn't realize right away that the tentacles that bound her limbs were quickly become slack. Her body lowered to the ground, along with the floating form of her friend. As soon as her feet touched the floor, the white things vanished and her legs gave out. She dropped to her paws and knees at about the same time the possessed Rorry settled down.

"That was a lot of fun," the ghost chuckled. "I'm sated for now, but don't think this is the last you'll see of me. No...I think we're going to be the best of friends, Senya. Hmm...goodbye," and with that the glow from the boy's eyes faded and his teeth and mouth became normal. Letting out a light groan, Rorry teetered on his feet and stumbled, almost falling over as he came out of his own daze. When his eyes did eventually focus, he quickly became confused as he saw his friend's messy state.

"S-Senya? What...are you doing?" he mumbled and rubbed a paw at the side of his head as if he were staving off the throb of a headache.

"Rorry?" she said elated, "Is that really you?"

"Uh yeah. Who else would it be?" he asked confused. Senya quickly struggled to her feet, though she wobbled for a moment before regaining her balance. "We gotta get out of here!" he shouted and rushed up to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and giving a shake.

"Ew! What's all this stuff on you?" Rorry asked and pulled away, staring at his ooze stricken friend.

"Never mind that! We gotta run!" she cried again and grabbed his paw with her own and then stooped to grab her cellphone that he had dropped amid the possession.

"But I..." was all Rorry was able to get out before he was yanked away. They abandoned their flashlights and rushed for the door, which still laid on its face. They sprinted outside and dove for the opening in the fence, and were soon to realize that it was now dusk and night was rapidly approaching. "Senya! What the heck happened in there?" he asked as they both grabbed their things and hopped on their bikes.

"I'll explain everything to you later, but right now we gotta go!" she insisted and began peddling hard. The two shot off down the sidewalk, the haunted house disappearing quickly behind them. Though in actuality, it wasn't really haunted anymore. That unfortunately title now belonged to the unsuspecting tiger boy.