All three of them again.

Mackenzie pulled the closet door open, her breath catching in her throat as a skeleton suddenly lunged toward her. She shrieked and stumbled backward as its bony claws swiped at her. The fingers barely missed her exposed middriff, but her panties weren’t so lucky. The animatronic’s hand latched onto the thin waistband of her underwear, yanking and tearing at the delicate fabric. Mackenzie gasped, instinctively reaching down to stop it, but with one final pull, the skeleton ripped her panties clean off her hips! The flimsy fabric was snatched away, disappearing into the closet along with the retreating skeleton.

Mackenzie’s hands flew between her legs, her face burning as she realized she was now completely bottomless.

At the same time, Marianne eagerly lifted the tray cover, expecting to find something beneath it. Instead, she was met with a large, swirling black hole. She barely had time to react before an invisible **** yanked her dress downward. The fabric twisted and tore, large rips forming throughout the dress as it was sucked into the darkness. The forceful pull sent Marianne stumbling forward, her hands instinctively going to her chest, just in time to feel the last shreds of her dress vanish.

Now stripped down to only her delicate black lace bra and an equally scandalous thong, Marianne gasped, crossing her arms over her ample breasts in a futile attempt at modesty. She had dressed for a fun night out, never expecting to be left practically naked in the middle of a haunted house!

Meanwhile, Willow burst through a kitchen door, only to be met with a sudden, high-powered jet of water blasting her square in the face. She sputtered, trying to block the spray with her hands, but it was too strong. The **** knocked her off her feet, drenching her completely as she landed in a soaking heap on the cold floor.

"Okay," Mackenzie muttered, her legs pressed tightly together as her hands desperately shielded her exposed pussy. Her whole body was flushed crimson, her embarrassment only growing with every passing second. "I'm beginning to think the haunted house was a bad idea."

"Agreed," Marianne said, her own face burning as she tried to cover herself. But with so much skin on display, her lacy bra barely containing her full, bouncing chest and her thong offering nothing but a teasing strip of fabric, it was an impossible task.

As the water stream finally shut off, Willow groaned and got back to her feet, water dripping from her soaked clothes. "This place is fucking aw—" she started, shaking off the chill, until her eyes landed on Mackenzie.

The redhead’s bare, curvy ass was on full display, her toned cheeks shifting with every nervous movement. The dim lighting of the haunted house did nothing to hide how scandalously exposed she was. Willow gulped, her face turning red as she muttered, "...some."

Mackenzie crossed her arms, clearly flustered. “From now on, let’s stick together. We’ll all check for clothes as a group.”

The three girls stood awkwardly, all in various states of undress. Mackenzie completely bottomless, Marianne reduced to lacy lingerie, and Willow drenched and shivering, her own modesty in danger. Their anxiety was rising by the minute.

They needed to find cover. And fast.