Nowhere

The man lets out a long sigh and wipes the sweat from his brow. “There. That oughta teach you a lesson you won’t forget. Don’t go sneaking around in any abandoned buildings anymore, ya hear? Next time, you won’t find someone as nice as me. And if it’s me again, I might just take you home next time and use you as my personal cocksleeve!” He ends his declaration in uproarious laughter. Huh? He’s… letting you go?

Sally’s voice comes from within your head, sounding completely high on orgasmic pleasure. ‘See? N-Nothing to w-worry about. All he did was f-fuck us senseless, like the… c-cockloving harlots we are…’ S-Speak for yourself!

The man’s laughter abruptly stops. You move your arm to see what’s going on, and his eyes have gone solid white. And they’re… glowing?

“Uh, Sally? Is that normal?” you ask aloud.

‘Dunno…’ she replies, blissfully inattentive.

The man opens his mouth, but a wavering, hissing voice comes out, completely unlike the one he had a second ago. “Trespassers… Will. Be. Fucked!”

Sally suddenly jolts with a level of horror that makes your own fear skyrocket. ‘Th-That’s a ghost! Run!’

You try to stand up, but you only manage to get your hips off the floor before your muscles give out, landing you on your ass and forcing some of the burglar’s cum to squirt out of your pussy. You let out a coarse groan.

‘Damn it, I’m still too exhausted from fucking to take control. Uh, grab one of the tools! Just do something! Anything! If you let a ghost fuck me while I’m in your body, I’ll never forgive you!’

If the paranormal expert is this panicked and useless, what hope do you have of figuring out what to do!? Though tired both physically and mentally, you look around and spot some of Sally’s tools nearby: A bundle of incense, a remote with a bunch of lights on it, and a salt canister.