She's not alone

-Ah, I'm glad you could make it.

Lea woke up in a start and screamed. Around her bed, about a dozen people were staring at her in silence. She tried to jump from the bed to get herself in safety, but realized her hands and legs were now tied up to the bed.

-Who are you ? What do you want ?

Shaking in fear, Lea looked at the people who were now surrounding her. They were all wearing old fashioned clothes, like those people were wearing in the Victorian era. Their skin looked strange, as if it was...shiny? They were of various ages, a couple middle aged men and women, some younger people, even an old lady with so many wrinkles it was difficult to see a face through them.

-I hope you don't mind us interrupting your night, but we don't like having our staff sleeping during their working hours, said someone, a man with a delicate moustache, wearing a black pinafore and a top hat.

-Staff...working hours...what?

Lea's mind was in a haze, still blurry from her hours of sleep. She looked at the man who had just spoken like he was straight out of a mental hospital.

-Now now, Andrew, said a woman in her fourties don't rush things. She is confused, and that's pretty understandable. It's probably her first time seeing ghosts. Isn't it, sweetheart?

Lea didn't answer. She was so shocked that she could barely say a word.

-We are the Huntingdon family. We were the owners of this house.

-Not just of this house. The whole city was ours.

-Until this day these maggots decided to betray their superiors and hang us like lowlife bandits.

-Black magic has never been very popular.

-But despite ****, the house is still hours. We keep appearing every night and enjoy our time like in the old days.

-W...what do you want from me?

-Well, we may not be gone forever, but we're certainly not planning to lessen our standards of living. We may only appear every night now, we want the house to be perfectly tidy when it happens. This real estate agent is working for us. Every once in a while, he sends us someone to serve us.

-Serve y...look, I don't know what he told you, but I just wanted to buy a house and...

-I know, like the others. But don't worry, we'll make sure you never want to leave this house.

Just when the middle-aged woman was done pronouncing this sentence, the old lady suddenly slowly advanced towards Lea raising her hand in her direction, her bony fingers curved.

-Well, sighed one of the ghosts. Let's get this over with.

-What over?

As a response, two men grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, revealing her round and soft breasts. Lea screamed, wanted to kick her assaulters in the face, but her restraints wouldn't let them do it.

-Don't touch me ! Stay away ! I warn you !

The old lady was now very close. Her scrawny hand only a few centimeters away from her left boob. Then she felt it, the ice cold touch of the undead. Lea screamed again, trying to break free. She widened her eyes in terror when she saw what happened next. The old lady's hand plunged right through her breast, piercing her skin like it was made of butter. Lea's mouth was frozen into a silent scream, while the cold hand was now deep inside her chest. She felt the fingers close around her heart, before pulling it out of her ribcage.

Lea was in shock. This couldn't be how she was gonna die. She couldn't end like this. She saw the hand come out of her chest with her heart still beating. She wanted to puke, but didn't even have the energy left, feeling the blood flow out of the open wound.

-I...I can't...I can't...

-Shhh, it's gonna be fine.

Suddenly, Lea felt the pain diminish. At first, she thought she was dying, but then she looked down, and saw the open wound get smaller and smaller, before closing completely. In a matter of seconds, her left breast was intact, and only the blood on her body, bed and clothes, as well as the sight of her beating heart in the old woman's hand, reminded everyone what had just happened.

-How...how... she stammered, now sobbing hysterically.

-We want to get new servants, not to expand our family by creating new ghosts.

The middle-aged woman grabbed a wooden box, and let the old woman put Lea's heart in it, before closing it.

-As long as your heart is in this house, the rest of your body will never be allowed to leave it.

-No...please...

Lea's restraints suddenly disappeared. She immediately grabbed her left breast. The pain was gone, but she couldn't help fearing the wound would reappear.

-If you're going to work for us, you'll need a decent outfit. You have a French accent. This should do the trick.

Suddenly, Lea saw her nightgown turn into dust, leaving her body naked, covered in sweat and shaking with fear. A split second later, she felt her breasts hips and ass constrained by a new kind of fabric. She looked down and saw she was now wearing a typical French maid outfit.

-Don't worry. I'm sure you'll adapt very quickly. Monica?

Lea heard footsteps from the corridor. A moment later, she gasped when she saw Monica Bellucci enter the room. She was wearing the same French maid uniform, but something was very wrong. Her boobs...she had always been the busty type, but those things had turned absolutely massive.

-I don't think I need to present our maid, Monica. She also tried to purchase this house, a couple weeks ago. Didn't you, Monica.

-Yes, mistress, she said, looking down submissively.

-I see you noticed her new...hum...assets...you'll soon find out that there isn't much that we can't do. Some members of this family like busty women, others are more into dominatrixes wearing leather. We can make anyone match these requests, with a little magic. Now, Monica, will you please take Lea to the basement with the other servants? I don't think it is acceptable for a maid to sleep in the same bed as her masters.

-Yes, mistress, said Monica, who still didn't dare to look at the woman in the eyes. Come, Lea.

A couple minutes later, Lea was quietly following Monica through the corridors of what she thought was her house a couple hours earlier. Still traumatized from getting her heart pulled out of her body, she hadn't dared to protest and had decided to obey, for now. She looked at Monica, who was walking in front of her. Even her ass had gotten huge. She saw her only one month earlier, at the Cannes festival, and her body didn't look like this at all. What the hell was going on?