The bathroom cabinets 10

In the bathroom, across from the shower, there was a cabinet with a simple wooden door. When you pull it quickly open you see neat piles of towels, bath mats, and bathrobes, laid out across three shelves. Grabbing the first towel off the top you take it out and shake it, hoping that if the planchette is in there you’ll hear it fly out. When that amounts to nothing you grab the next fluffy piece of cloth and repeat the motion, then the next and then the next. Quickly you clear out all the bath towels as potential hiding places and repeat your unscientific process on the hand towels. After shaking all of them down and finding nothing you move on to the robes on the bottom shelf, tipping them upside down and waving them like a white flag with a flick of your wrists. With all the contents of the linen closet check you turn desperately to it once more, checking that you haven’t missed anything on the shelves. You curse under your breath when that final effort turns up zilch.

You failed. You found nothing anywhere, and now you hear the final few thrusts of John Doe’s hips, followed by his grunting of satisfaction through gritted teeth that can only be him finally letting go the tide he had been holding back. He must be balls deep in your crush, flooding her fecund womb with his fertile seed like she was his bitch to breed. Miranda barely made a sound as he finished inside her, except for a quiet purr of pleasure as he filled her up like a cream donut. Not only was he cumming inside of her, she was letting him, and she was loving it. It's over.

Upstairs, it seems Sarah has woken up again. “Ohh, that was amazing John Doe,” she sighs, probably resting her red head on his shoulder as he pumps his cum into Miranda’s pussy. “Whoah, so much!” She titters, presumably watching his seed gush from Miranda’s fuck hole once he pulls back his limp cock. “Did you ask before you came inside?” She asked, even in the afterglow of her strongest orgasm some part of her was still thinking of her friend. A low rumble is his reply. “Ha, of course she did,” Sarah laughed. “I would have asked for it too. That really was incredible,” she said, speaking to him like he was an ordinary lover and not a ghost possessing a friend. “But, y’know, you really can’t stay forever. As much as I would like to keep you around, Tom has his own life. You can’t just steal it,” she pleaded with John Doe, and to your surprise he seemed to listen. When he grumbled something back you could almost hear Sarah smile. “That sounds like a good idea. We can make a deal.”

"John?" She called your name loudly, making you jump like you'd just been caught listening in on her. "You can stop looking now."

Bad Ending

You didn’t get the planchette in time and now John Doe is going to strike a bargain with Sarah and Miranda