Strange happenings

Lauren walked down one of the large sweeping staircases lining the sides of the main entrance to find Kelly standing next to the entrance holding a pad of paper in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. "What's up?" Lauren questioned as she walked up to her friend.

Kelly looked up from reading the paper as if she hadn't heard Lauren coming. "Hmm? Oh yeah, take a look at this." Her dirty blonde haired friend handed over the notepad.

Lauren took it and inspected the contents scribbled on the first few pages. It seemed to list rooms with notes underneath like, really strong updraft or noise coming from the drain. A few of them had stranger descriptors, such as took my panties or floated into air. "What is this?" Lauren asked as she handed it back to her friend.

"It's from the realtor. She must've left it on accident when she was dropping off the keys." Kelly answered. "It's funny, she was supposed to meet us here, but the keys and this note were all that were lying on the porch when I got here."

"Did you try calling her?" Lauren asked.

"Straight to voicemail. Maybe she's sick?" Kelly questioned.

"I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure she'll call us tomorrow." Lauren answered.

"Probably..." Kelly trailed off, still examining the note with a confused look on her face.

"Anyways, we should probably focus on getting everything unpacked, at least for right now." Lauren continued to talk as Kelly examined the note.

"Yeah...Yeah you're right." Kelly still studied the note however. "It looks like she never got to look at the garden. Nothing in there has been checked off." Kelly looked up from the note to Lauren.

"Garden? I didn't see a garden." Lauren responded.

"Apparently there's one in the middle of the estate, the whole building surrounds it." Kelly sounded impressed.

"Wow, how big is this place?" Lauren looked around the large foyer.

"From these notes, it looks massive. I was really hoping the realtor could give us more info on our mysterious benefactor." Kelly folded the note and put it in her pocket. "We can figure it out later. Let's go grab some more bags."

"Alright, sounds good." Lauren looked back up the stairs towards the bedrooms, still trying to figure out exactly what had just happened with Barbara. It was probably nothing, but... She would go check, just to be sure.

Another sorority sister dressed in a pleated skirt and blouse walked out of her room after finally getting all of her bags situated. The sister, Megan, would finish unpacking later, for now she wanted to explore. The red haired woman looked up and down the hallway to see if she could find Lauren, but all she saw were a few other sisters milling about. Walking up to Barbara's room, she raised her hand to knock and paused. On the other side, she thought she heard someone gasp, then giggle excitedly. Confused, she knocked twice and heard shuffling from the other side. A moment later, Barbara opened the door looking a bit flustered, dressed only in a tight t-shirt and panties.

"Are you, um, having trouble unpacking?" Megan asked, trying to peer past her to see what kind of bedroom she'd claimed.

"No! Um, I mean, no yeah, everything's fine. You?" she tried to compose herself.

"Fine, actually. Just got my bags stored. Have you seen Lauren anywhere? We were supposed to look around the place a bit."

"Lauren? Oh yeah! She went to find Kelly. I think she went down to the...I'm not sure. I think the living room?" Barbara answered.

"Thanks, I'll find her." Megan smiled and turned to leave.

Barbara seemed distracted, looking back over her shoulder into her room, nodding absent mindedly as she closed the door behind her. Megan didn't think much of it though, and she made off to go find Lauren. As she reached the far stairwell, she realized she didn't actually know where the living room was. This place was damn near the size of a hotel after all. Deciding to guess, she made her way down the steps and got off on what she thought was the ground floor, though the steps continued what looked like several stories further down.

As she walked through the halls, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Hearing the occasional skitter along the baseboards or in the wall made her believe she probably was, most likely by some sort of rodent.

It was however, something far different than a mouse. Peering out from behind the leg of a tall oak cabinet displaying various pieces of fine china, a small creature stared up her long legs as she strode past. The formless creature looked to phase in and out of visibility as it skittered stealthily after her on small clear tendrilled limbs that seemed to appear and disappear from within its blurry amorphous form.

When Megan paused in a doorway to observe a small study containing a single desk and some large bookshelves, the creature decided it wanted a better view. With a few quick motions from its tendrils, it cast an invisible **** towards her, and her skirt flared up her back to expose her yellow lacy panties wedged snugly in her bum.

Not seeing anything of particular interest, Megan turned away from the room and continued to wander, her skirt falling back down unnoticed. As the creature followed her, another one of its brethren appeared on top of a cabinet, staring down at the new woman. The creature on the floor motioned it away. It wanted this girl all to itself before any of the other house's occupants or oddities found her first. Chagrined, the other critter hopped and scurried away to go check on the other girls, sneaking along the corners to avoid the attention of the people, and the houses other inhabitants.

Setting its plan into motion, it quickly raced along the floor past her, keeping out of view beneath furniture and its own magical covers. Reaching a small sitting room she seemed to be walking towards, it quickly skittered up the side of a large wooden chest seated next to a lavish couch and slipped beneath the lid. Inside, it began to transform as it weaved its spells and traps.

Megan entered into a room that might have been the living room, or it might have just been another study.

"Lauren?" She called out, looking for her friend.

Megan turned when something across the room began to rattle. Looking around, she heard the sound again and traced it to a large wooden box sitting by the side of one of the plush couches spread about the room. As she looked, it rattled again. She hesitated for a moment, before slowly approaching the wooden container. It was probably one of those mice she had been hearing along the way, but she figured she should go ahead and check just to be sure. Better to have a mouse infestation than a rat. Most of the other girls were more scared than not of the little creatures, but on the farm where she was raised, these little critters were just a fact of life.

The red head reached the box and the rattling stopped. Grabbing the lid she counted down from three, then threw it open. Immediately she cried out and stumbled back as her skirt and shirt were suddenly sucked off her body and into the box, the lid falling shut as they flew inside. She had not even felt the clothing rip! It had somehow just slid straight off of her body. Megan stumbled back for a moment, trying to cover herself in embarrassment and surprise as she tried to process what had just happened.

Left standing in her lacy lingerie, she looked about the room in panic before she realized she was still alone. Breathing heavily, she stood up straight and removed her hands from their feeble covering. Staring at the box, she slowly approached it again. "What the fuck was that?!" she muttered aloud to herself.

Inside the box, the creature chittered to itself devilishly. These new occupants were going to be so much fun! It had arrived here after the previous master of the premises had left, so it had yet to truly experience what kind of devilry it could get up to in this world. As it sensed the girl approach once more, it planned it's next move. Before it could implement the spell, however, it felt another **** suddenly surrounding its space.

I think I'll take over from here. The presence spoke to the creature, before the internal geometry of the box began to twist and fold, throwing the creature's plan into disarray.

Not wanting to walk back through the house in her underwear, Megan approached the box and inspected the sides to try and find some sort of electrical outlet or switch, but found nothing. Maybe somebody left a leaf blower inside?

That explanation seemed ridiculous, but she had to try and get her clothes back nonetheless. She grabbed the lid once again, and this time she slowly creaked the top open. Feeling no draft or suction, she opened it all the way, and peered inside. "What the hell?" she questioned as she looked.

There was no bottom to the chest, seemingly just a long dark pit that almost looked like a slide. The interior space made absolutely no sense, she could see the floor beneath the tall legs of the end table. Suddenly she cried out as the suction returned, this time grabbing her and not just her clothes. She plummeted head first into the abyss, her long pale legs sliding quickly down into the trunk. Her screams quickly faded into the distance before the top fell shut behind her, leaving no trace that the woman had ever been in the room.