Smutty and Spooky Encounters At Dreadwood Manor

The doors to Dreadwood manor swung open as a group of six college girls made their way in. The silent mansion was gloomy and dark inside but the women soon lit it up with the flashlights from their phones.

Stepping confidently into the entrance hall, before all the rest, was Bernice. A woman on the larger side who had been called everything from big boned, hefty, robust to thicc with two c's and 'a hella 'lot of woman'. She was the one to suggest coming here tonight and dragged half of the others along with her. Bernice had used college as a chance to find herself… and now in her third year into it she was still trying. She had made almost as many changes to her major as she had to her whole aesthetic and personality. Right now she was in a gothic-occult phase with long wavy, freshly dyed, purple hair, a pentagram strapped cleavage showing black dress with mesh sleeves and a skull belt around the waist of it, purple and black striped stockings going down to black combat boots.

"Alright gang," She declared as her light swept around the entrance hall revealing little more than empty portrait frames and dusty spider webs. "Let's split up and look for clues… or in this case, ghosts!"

No one else looked nearly as enthusiastic about this as Bernice. Chief among them was Willow, the short nerdy girl of the group. With her big round glasses, perfectly parted mop of dirty blonde hair, orange sweater and red skirt combo and pale freckle dusted skin. She glared irritatedly at Bernice. "There's no such thing as ghosts," She scoffed, shaking her head. "Or ghouls, demons, vampires, harpies, specters or whatever! Dreadwood manor is just an old abandoned building, there's nothing here!"

There was an eerie silence as Willow's voice echoed through the hall, only for a strong gust of wind to blow in behind the women. The door slammed shut behind them as a flash of lightning lit the manor up from the upper windows. A roar of thunder signalled the downpour that had been threatening to come down from the overcast sky all evening. There were gasps and shrieks from the women as they cowered and stumbled around at the sudden sounds. All except Amy.

Being the oldest of the group, in her final year at university, as RA of their floor and the bravest among them she immediately clapped her hands together and cleared her throat, cutting through the panic of those around her. Amy was a tall black woman with dreads. She had an athletic build wearing a red and white university varsity jacket that had the letter P on it for their university basketball team, the Phantoms. Underneath it she wore a white graphic t-shirt with some old cartoon character on it and grey pants that went all the way down her long legs to well worn sneakers. "Everyone settle down," Amy said as she turned around and pushed on the door. "It's jammed… again." They had had enough trouble getting it open in the first place. "But better to be in here then out there right now, anyway." She flashed her light up at the windows to show the storm blowing a gale outside while rain bucketed down.

"Yeah I like tots can't get my hair wet right now anyways," Tiffany spoke up as she tapped away rapidly at her phone. "Urrg I wish I had bought my ring light. The lighting in here is sooooooo bad for selfies." Despite her complaining, Tiffany snapped one anyway. The picture she posted would show a young woman with bleached blonde hair, thick fake eyelashes, a smattering of makeup over bronze tanned skin, fat pouting glossy red lips and a little pink, shoulderless dress around her hourglass body, with that thin waistline and generous mass both below and above. All she was missing was bolt-on tits and maybe a buttock lift to even it out, and she would be the perfect model of a bimbo. "At least I am still online."

"We should split up," Kara suggested and Amy turned to give her a questioning look. Kara was a stick of a woman. Almost a tall as Amy only without the same amount of muscle mass on her, Kara had really curly, thick brown hair under the green beanie she wore that had a trans flag pin upon it. She was wearing an open green flannel button up shirt over a black graphic t-shirt of some band she loved along with baggy cargo pants and brown hiking boots. "That way we can cover more ground… to find a way out of here." Her eyes, behind a pair of thick black square framed glasses, met with Amy's. "I don't know about you but that's a solid door, it was hard enough to get open the first time and once the storm clears I am guessing you will want us back at the dorm Miss RA?"

"I don't know about this," Amy said wearily. "I don't like the idea of anyone being alone."

"We'll do pairs then," Kara said with a grin that could rival the cheshire cat. Her arm wrapped around the smaller girl at her side, an Asian woman by the name of Sun. She was pettie and definitely the shortest of the group with dark black hair and a blue streak that she hid from her parents when they video called. She was wearing blue overalls with a heap of pins and badges of them over a pink flowery shirt and flats.

"If we get in trouble we can just message. Tiff said there's reception, right?" Sun offered as she held up her phone and Tiffany nodded. "See Amy, we'll be fine." The older girl reluctantly agreed and within moments everyone was breaking into pairs.