Hide in the wardrobe

The wardrobe was a tight fit. Susie felt Bonnie's thigh pressed between her legs, the tomboy's surprisingly full breasts rubbing up against her own bra-clad tits, her breath on Susie's neck, the scent of her hair filling the small chamber as the two girls squeezed in together. They'd just barely managed to get the door shut before the cheerleaders entered the room.

Susie heard Anne's voice through the door.

"Those freaks think they can run away from us. They'll be sorry."

"Yeah," said another cheerleader. "How dare they make us run all over this stupid place looking for them?"

"We should do something really mean when we catch them. Like, worse than just throw them out in their underwear."

"You mean, like, tying them to a flagpole? If we can find one."

"Or finding a nice soft patch of mud and rolling them in it. I saw one just outside the gates."

"We could even take their bras! And tie their hands behind their backs, so all the boys can see their little boobies."

"What ever it is, let's make sure it's really funny. I want the whole town to remember it, okay?"

Susie winced. The cheerleaders had no idea how close they were! She really, really didn't want to get caught. But they had a great hiding place. They'd be okay in here, as long as neither of them made even the smallest sound.

Something pinched her bottom.

Susie almost made a very large sound indeed, but restrained herself just in time. The something pinched her bottom again, experimentally. At first she thought it was Bonnie, but she could feel Bonnie's arms wrapped around her. Quite naturally, the two girls were hugging each other for support.

She heard Bonnie made a very small sound, and used all her powers of logical deduction to determine that Bonnie's bottom had also been pinched. The ghostly hand gave her another pinch, and snapped the waistband of her panties. Susie whimpered as loud as she dared, which wasn't very loud.

She knew it was a ghost. It felt exactly like she always thought the hand of a ghost would feel. But that was impossible. There was no such thing as ghosts.

She felt another ghost hand snap her bra.

A pair of hands began a thorough, intimate exploration of her posterior region, squeezing and fondling, pinching and tickling with gusto. Another one began to play with her hair. Susie bit her lip, summoning up all her concentration. She wouldn't be provoked like this! And then she felt cold spooky fingers dig into her ribs and armpits, sliding softly over her sensitive skin.

The tickling began in earnest.