One could be forgiven for believing in ghost stories, when one worked at night.

Not least when one's work was in fact working in a Halloween haunted house attraction...whose main claim to fame was the 'genuine' scares and adult themes...all of them centered on being as spooky as possible.

It was not something that was lightly forgotten by those who experienced it, nor were the staff entirely free of goose bumps or checking over their shoulders as they scared the guests. After all, they were just stories. Right? Just silly stories that helped flavour the haunted house for those that attended. That helped the staff scare patrons, and add to the grim and spooky ambiance.

No actual need to panic over forgotten spirits or ghostly ghouls.

Gina screamed into her gag as she felt herself float down the hall, suspended by unseen bondage. Unseen hands groped and caressed her form, dressed as she was in a now partially destroyed witch costume, and she strained mightily against what felt like rope but appeared to be nothing at all. Nothing actually held her, according to any eye that might see here, she simply floated along, contorted into a back bending hogtie. Eyes rolling in terror as muffled sounded emerged from a mouth that likewise appeared to be empty.

Down the hallways of the house she floated, away from the public areas. Away from the staff only areas. She could have sworn that the house was not this large, there being no way it could contain this many hallways and rooms. Yet the march continued...and Gina gave another choked off scream as she realized. This had to be...had to be...it couldn't...

Somehow...somehow the house was larger for this purpose. For when the ghosts roamed...and spirited captives back to their forgotten and concealed part of the house.

She shrieked...and for the first time heard other sounds. Other moans and groans, squeals of distress, and the unmistakable clanking and clinking of chains. So many chains.

Her unseen captors pulled her along, and suddenly the hallway widened into a large chamber. Arrayed around it were over a dozen young women like herself, strung up in chains to lie against hard wooden tilted tables, every limb pinioned, leaving them looking like starfish. Naked, squirming, and all of them lost in some dream like state. Their struggles not of escape, but rather a sensual, almost seductive pattern...and they were all moving together. All in time with one another...like some vast kinky hive mind drove them on. Some master intelligence, concocted in secret, that now controlled their senses.

Gina screamed again, soundlessly, wordlessly, as the unseen hands began to propel her towards the end of the row. Where she could see another tilted table. More chains and cuffs dangling, awaiting their victim. Their occupant who, so it would seem, would swiftly become just as forgotten and ghostlike to the rest of the world. Chained down, teased and tormented, and driven into madness by her lusts and arousal. Held captive by some entity that wished to do these things, to her and the other women, for reasons that would remain forever incomprehensible.

Yet, as Gina would discover, one year hence, Halloween was when the women of the room were allowed to roam the house. Where they were cast forth in spirit form, to observe and toy with the occupants of the house. Most of the time, there hadn't been all that many, yet now that the place was a haunted house, there was steady traffic on Halloween night. Which meant, for Gina and her new sisters...that they could add to their number. Select one lucky girl to become just as lost and forgotten as they silently and without being seen captured her, roped her up, and spirited her away. To join them here, in service to their unseen captor...

Forever...