They've got a plan, but you're not going to like it

The Ouija board ghost

"Wait, I've got an idea," Sarah hisses while the pounding on the door continues. Still holding the lamp like a baseball bat ready to swing, you turn to face her. "If you move the planchette to 'goodbye' then the ghost has to leave," she explains, like what she said was a common sense solution and not complete nonsense. On any other night you would have argued, but after what you've seen, you're ready to believe her. "So we just bowl over Tom, rush for the board, and say goodbye to the ghost?" You ask, looking from Sarah to Miranda.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Sarah says. "Yeah, I'm not so sure about that" Miranda adds. "Tom's normally pretty strong, and right now," another kick reverberates the door. "He sounds even stronger." In exasperation you lower the lamp and gesture with your other hand. "What do you suggest we do then?" You ask, exasperated. "We ask him nicely?"

"Stealth," Sarah replies, opening the door to the ensuite bathroom. "You sneak out through here and go find that board." With a sigh you put down the lamp and walk over to that newly opened path of egress, only to stop in the doorframe when you realize something. "Wait, what do you mean you? Are you not coming with me?" You ask, turning back to see Sarah climbing onto the bed on her knees beside Miranda.

"Finding the planchette might take a little while, we'll distract him," Sarah answers, pulling her long red hair behind her head and deftly tying it up in a ponytail. "Distract him? Distract him how?" You ask, nervously eyeing the other doorway as Tom's body is continually thrown against it. "Let's hope he still wants to be entertained." Sarah sighs.

As soon as Sarah says those words she cups Miranda's face with one hand and suddenly kisses her, pushing her back to lie on the bed. Miranda's eyes go wide as Sarah's lips meet hers, but she offers no resistance, not even when Sarah lays her hot body on top of her. Despite all the danger in that moment, the sight stops you in your tracks. Miranda and Sarah were exemplars of natural beauty and raw sex appeal respectively, seeing them tangled together like that really was an image straight out of your wet dreams. With her ips still locked with Miranda's, Sarah trailed her thumb down the inside edge of Miranda's bath robe before pushing it to the side and unveiling your crush's flawless 36C breast.

When she glanced up to see you still standing in the doorway, Sarah broke the kiss to shout at you. "What are you waiting for? Go on, we'll keep him busy," she said, gesturing for you to leave as she spoke. "W-what if he tries to hurt you again?" You hiss, irritation, concern, and an unwillingness to leave that view mingling in your harried tone. "I'll yell," Sarah shrugs. "Now get out of here and bust that ghost!" Once Sarah is done speaking she doesn't even wait for you to leave, instead she pounces on Miranda again. Their long legs tangle together on the silk bedsheets, their lips mash, and Sarah cups Miranda's exposed boob.

Taking one final look at that unbelievable sight, your cock stretching against your jeans, you finally turn to go. You've barely shut the door to the ensuite behind you before you hear the crash and splintering of the lock on Sarah's bedroom door giving way. The sound of the girls gasping in surprise slips beneath the doorframe and you stand in silence, straining your ears to hear if Tom attacks them again. "Oh, hello again John Doe," Sarah says, doing her best to make her voice playful. "We were just having some fun, care to join us?"

The only sound is the noise of heavy footfalls advancing toward the bed, and then the squeak of bedsprings as another body climbs on to it. On the other side of the door you're coiled like a spring of your own, ready to pounce if Sarah or Miranda gets in any trouble again. You almost breathe a sigh of relief when, instead of sounds of a struggle, the sound of renewed making out filters through the bedroom door. As quietly as you can you sneak out of the bathroom and into the hallway, trying to ignore the jealousy you feel from John Doe either watching the two of them make out, or kissing them himself.

On your tiptoes you creep down the stairs until you feel you're far enough away to move normally again. There's no way any mortal man could ignore the distraction that Miranda and Sarah's hot bodies represent, but John Doe is obviously not a mortal man, so you still try to avoid unnecessary noise. When you hear a feminine gasp form upstairs you stop in your tracks, ready to race back and help, only to start moving again when you realize it was a sound of pleasure. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, you survey Sarah's house.

The ground floor alone was a massive space, it was a boon for hosting parties but now it meant you had so much space to search. Living room, bathroom, dining room, kitchen, porch, hallway, garden, games room, not to mention the linen closet. With your work cut out for you, you decide to look first and think later. "The sooner I find that planchette, the better," you think. "In more ways than one," you add when you hear Miranda groaning in pleasure, whatever Tom or Sarah is doing to her making her forget her former fearfulness.

With a potential time limit until John Doe gets bored, you begin your search.

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BOO! Bet this chapter took you by surprise! It's been a long while since I (or anyone) has revisited it. Since it's that time of year I've decided to bring this thread back from the dead, and expand it into a whole minigame. The game itself will be published here just over a week from now, but if you just want to read the sex scenes early, or get the solution, then check out my Patreon. All the grizzly details of Miranda and Sarah "distracting" John Doe will be published there on Halloween night.

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