“Now, this house here, it has a long history of paranormal activity…” Ginger spoke into the camera of her cellphone. The teenage girl spun it around briefly to show the large, Edwardian-style mansion, heavily overgrown with weeds and falling apart, then turned it back towards her pretty, freckled face surrounded by long, curly brown hair.

 “Built in the early 20th century by a rail tycoon, it’s seen numerous deaths, many violent…” She continued, moving up the front path towards the front door. It stood slightly ajar, though she had to force the rusty hinges a bit which squealed loudly in the still night. “And unsurprisingly, plenty of visitors have reported seeing ghosts and other paranormal phenomena here…”

 Pausing in the dusty, cobwebbed entry hall, Ginger closed her eyes, scrunching her face up in concentration. “Oh yes! Yes! I definitely feel the presence of the supernatural. There are strange presences within this house…”

 She was just making her way towards the stairs, when she heard a noise, coming from up above. “Do you hear that? It sounds like...like something knocking on the walls. A rapping against the wood...there is is again!”

 The steady tapping continued, pausing every now and again. With each pause came a long, low moan which seemed to echo through the house. “A ghostly wail!” Ginger said, eagerly. “I never expected to find such clear evidence of the paranormal!” She continued up the stairs, in an excited hurry. “This demands further exploration! One way or another, I will get to the bottom of this…”

***

 Two stories above Ginger, in the mansion’s cramped, dusty attic, Susie resumed her frantic pounding, banging her shoes against the floorboards of the attic. Susie’s ankles were tightly lashed with cord, as were her hands, crossed  behind the back of the chair in which she sat. The teen was still dressed in her school uniform: a sweater vest over a white blouse, pleated tartan skirt, white socks and parent leather shoes. She’d come here after classes let out, on a bet from her fellow students.

 “MMMMMMM!!!” Susie paused her banging for a second and let out a long moan, muffled slightly by the thick band of cloth tied between her lips. Buzzing away beneath her skirt was a large vibrator. The ghost who’d grabbed her, or more accurately, the treasure hunter disguised as a ghost, had set it to switch on and off and in varying intensity at random. “Something to distract you from trying to steal the gold hidden here, before I can find it!” He’d said. That was now several hours ago, during which the 18-year old had been driven to several loud orgasms by the powerful vibrator.

 “MMMMM!!!” She moaned again, trembling in the tight ropes holding her to the chair. It was several seconds before she could regain herself. As she did, she resumed her steady banging against the floor, hoping someone would hear her and come up to investigate...