Attempt to run like hell!!

You’ve watched more then your fair share of horror movies, so you know the best course of action when you encounter something paranormal is to not stick around! Letting your blanket fall to the ground you make a break for your bedroom door. With the thermostat on the opposite wall from the entrance to your room it’s about thirty feet of space between you, and the exit.

Adrenaline pumping you get to the door in not even five seconds tops. Grabbing the handle you quickly twist, and pull attempting to throw the door wide open. For some reason though the handle doesn’t budge an inch. You try the doorknob again, and again, and again, pulling with increasing desperation as you try to open the door. Yet even with you putting all your strength behind your effort, the handle stays stuck. It appearing that what ever spirit is haunting you has now some how locked the door.

Not about to give up on escape just yet though, you quickly dash over to your bedroom window. It doesn’t move either, despite the fact that the window in your room doesn’t even have a lock! You then feel a chill on your back, it feeling like a cold spot is moving from your neck down your spine. Your jaw clenches up as in your mind you can just imagine a hand, or some other limb of this phantom trailing over your skin. That icy sensation no doubt it’s touch on your body. Frantic now as you seem to be completely trapped you race back over to the door again.

“MOM, MOM, MOM, HELP T-THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ROOM!” You yell banging your fists against the locked door.

Now certain that you might be in some real danger here, danger that you can’t flee from yourself, you don’t even care about waking up your whole family. Despite a little voice in the back of your mind telling you that there is no way they will believe you, your sense of self preservation overrules it, and you continue to call out, and pound on the door.

“SARAH, CRYSTAL, ANYONE???” You yell wondering why you aren’t hearing the noise of your family’s foots steps rushing down the hallway to your room.

Ring-ring-ring-a-ling

You then hear the calling jingle from your cellphone. The device vibrating, and making noise on the floor a few feet away where you dropped it. It still functioning as normal even with the battery missing. Your about to continue on with your attempts to get help, when another sound makes you freeze in place. Fist just an inch away from slamming agains the door again, you gulp as you hear the phone answer itself. Your heart thumping in your throat as you hear a voice come through the speaker.

“T-Ttt-thHH-h-Eee-y-Y-Y C-C-c-aaa-N-t-T-T H-e-E- a-A-rrrr YyYyO-ooO-UuU...” The voice on the line states as it skips, and shifts in tone through the crackle of static.

Then before you can even register those words you’re suddenly yanked up into the air by your left foot!

“Wooahhhh, WHAT THE HELL? You yelp as you’re now looking at the whole of your room form an entirely new perspective.

Like a bug that has just been plucked from the ground you are now dangling upside down helplessly. So high are you held that your left foot is nearly touching the ceiling of your room. Not thinking about the surely painful drop you begin to swing, and flail your still free limbs. Trying your best to to break from this invisible **** suspending you above the ground. All of your resistance though is soon silenced as, you then feel something take hold of your other, ankle and wrist. Your limbs are then pulled outward, and you find yourself now in the spread eagle position. Your breathing starts to become sharp, and quick as it starts to dawn on you just how helpless you really are. No matter how much your buck, or tug whatever is keeping you in a wide X position doesn’t let you move your hands, and feet so much of an inch.

“CRYSTAL, SARAH, MOM!!!” You cry out the names of your family once more out of desperation, yet just like before no one responds.

Then your eyes go wide as a speck of dull light before you slowly starts to grow. The dim glow begins increasing from the size of thimble, to a marble, then to a base. The small translucent sphere then begins to stretch out from certain points. The low light beginning to expand, as it begins to form into a new shape. Five small points from the front start to elongate, as well as a larger point on the back. These points stretch out as the space in between stats to shrink, and the base of the light starts to thin out. Soon you visage of a hand start to form, with the details such as the fingernails, and indents on the knuckle coming in after the shape is formed. You hold your breathe as now you see floating in the air in front of you is translucent, otherworldly ghost white hand. The literal phantom limb illuminating your room slightly like a night light.

The hand itself also seems to be quite feminine. The fingers rather dainty with extend nails that girls, and women usually have. The back of the hand much thinner then man’s with it’s skin looking smooth, and flawless without a single blemish on the supernatural flesh. Finally seeing with your own eyes a physical ghost you open your mouth to yell again. Yet before you can the ghost hand puts a finger to your lips.

It then pinches its thumb, and pointer finger together as it draws a short horizontal line with them in the air. An expression of understanding comes across your face, as you recognize the gesture as the entity telling you to “zip it”. This action leaves you a bit befuddled though. The way the hand kind of carries it’s self with a bit of sassy in its movements, gives you whip lash from how the entity was acting a creepy a minute ago.

The whole air in the room has actually changed, with a good chuck of that uneasiness you felt before gone. Back when you thought this spirit was going to... Actually you don’t know what you thought this phantom would do. With all these paranormal events just escalating, and escalating you were kind of just running on instinct. Not really taking the time to think things through or formulate a plan.

However with you actually stuck like this now you’re kind of **** to actually consider your actions now. Mainly decide if you are going to comply with this ghostly trespassers demand. Of course a part of you says to ignore what this thing wants, and to just scream your head off in hopes SOMEONE will finally hear you. You don’t though, as all your hooting, and hollering seems to accomplished less then nothing. Like voice before stated, your family really doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, so really there’s no point. If anything you might just end up making things worse for yourself. Which thinking about how things can get worse, now that you’ve started to calm down you realize despite scaring you, and restraining you the entity hasn’t actually harmed you.

This makes you think that perhaps if you play nice, and be good for this ghost things might say that way. So looking towards the hand you give it a firm stare, pursing your lips as you do to make sure it knows your gonna keep your mouth shut. Seeming to be pleased by this the hand then gentle pats you on the head like a dog. The small delicate taps on your scalp making you feel slightly sheepish, and again reminding you of how **** you are. Here you are spread out, locked in place wearing nothing but a pair of under wear. You blush slightly turning away from the hand as you start to feel embarrassment prickle at the back of your mind.

The hand seems displeased by this wanting you to keep your eye focused on itself it takes hold of your chin and, forces your head up making sure you keep your gaze forwards. It then wagging its pointer finger in your face appearing to be scolding you for turning away. The hand’s pointer, and ring fingers then form a v shape as it curls it’s other fingers. It then point to you then back to where a head would be if the hand was connected to a body. It seeming to be trying to wordlessly say ‘keep your eyes on me’. You nod in response feeling even more embarrassed as you submit to this hand’s orders. Your body feeling hot as you hold your gaze upon your dismembered captor. With it almost seeming like it’s staring back at you with unseen eye’s as you look at it. A fact that seems to increase the blush on your cheeks as it’s-it’s just so humiliating.... This thing is treating you like your it’s personal pet, and you can’t do anything about it... It makes you feel weak...

Then hand then gets closer to your face with you flinching a bit despite your best efforts to stay still. Cool fingers then make contact with your face, as the hand cups the left side of your face. It’s thumb gently running over your skin trailing down to your lips. The thumb then enters your mouth, and your heart skips a beat as you find this ghostly appendage now probing your mouth with its digit. You let the thumb in to your mouth parting your jaw a bit so that it can slip by your teeth. This provides you with the perfect opportunity to bite down, but for some reason you don’t. Maybe it’s because you aren’t sure if that would actually do anything other then piss of the spirit. Like can you even bite a ghost? Or maybe it’s for some other reason you don’t bring down your teeth....

You stay passive as the hand explores your mouth, with its thumb being rather conservative with its intrusions. Though it runs along your teeth, and plays with your tongue it only ever goes as far as the first knuckle. Whether this is out of consideration for you, or some other purpose you don’t really know. It’s not exactly easy to get a read on the expression of just a hand you know. After a little while though the finger gently moving round your mouth almost feels kind of good, and you find your face going flush again as you have to consciously stop yourself from almost sucking on the thing.

Once the hand has accomplished what ever it set out to do it then leaves your mouth. Your salvia dripping a little from it’s the thumb, the hand sees it fit to clean itself by wiping the excess spit on the side of your cheek. You wince a bit in disgust as you feel the drop start to roll down your face, yet there is nothing much you can really about it in your current situation. In fact get some of your own slobber on your face suddenly becomes the least of your worries as the hand then floats down to your crotch. Your legs are then pulled together by the unknown **** holding your ankles. Before you can really resister what’s happening, the hand sticks it’s fingers into the front of your waist band.

“H-hey hey what are you...!” You try to shout at the hand to stop, but before you can it flies back up to your face, and covers your mouth.

It stays their holding firm as you try to squirm away from its palm on your mouth. You full of confusion, and worry as this thing attempting to strip you of your underwear leaves you concerned. As you muffle protest for the hand to get off of you, another small ball of light appears in front of you. Same as before the light then gets bigger, till it then sprouts fingers, and wrist. It having the same features of the one currently keeping you from speaking except it seems to be a lefty rather then a righty. With this no hand in play it immediately goes back to your drawers, it tugging your underwear down your legs, and exposing your limp cock to the cool air. Once your underwear is totally off this new hand tosses it to the floor, and again your shifted back to the X position. This leaves your helpless penis, and balls dangling between your legs, you feeling an intense shame as they just hang there in the open air.

A sense of nervousness starts to build up within you again as you now are suspended naked in the air. Just what is this entity planning to do with you??? In all your thoughts of what ghosts are like it would have never crossed your mind them doing anything like this! Before you can get yourself all worked up with speculating what these two hands are going to do now though the one over you mouth removes itself, and you find yourself quickly whisked through the air.

“woah woah Woah!” You yelp as you sail across your room, you squeezing your eyes shut as you feel yourself head towards the ground.

Crashing down you are flung onto your bed a bit winded, but grateful that the ghost didn’t just leave you to fall onto the hard wood floor. Now with your back on the mattress with you look up to see the ghost hands floating above you in the air. The twin hands then get a little closer, and slowly you start to see some more light more glow from behind them. Rather it being a then just a ball this time the light is a silhouette of person. It slowly fading in to reality as it appears that this ghost is showing it’s true form.