Ghost Hunter

Amy answered the door to find a middle aged man carrying what looked to be two full bags of gear.

"You must be Amy." he said, flashing a smile, "I'm Chris from Ghosts-B-Gone. So nice to meet you. Hope I can be of help."

"Thank you so much for coming." Amy replied.

After a full half hour of getting all his equipment set up, Chris began the process of hunting the ghost. He began by taking his EMF meter and infrared camera and slowly sweeping the room. The meter only seemed to spike when he held it near Amy.

"This ghost, certainly seems to be attached to you in some way." he mused. "Does it ever give you any signs? Moving furniture around, slamming doors, anything like that?"

"Uh, yeah." Amy stuttered, "Some stuff like that. It's definitely moved physical objects quite a bit."

"Hmm. Let's see if it's responsive right now." he said before loudly proclaiming, "Spirit! If you can hear us, give us a sign!"

There was a brief pause, then Amy's shorts were yanked down around her ankles, exposing her thong to the ghost hunter.

"Ahh!" Amy gasped in embarrassment before crouching down to pull them back up.

"Amazing!" Chris said, "It's so responsive!"

Amy tried to pull her shorts up, but it felt like they were glued to the floor. "Hnngh, they won't come loose."

"Astounding!" Chris said before giving the shorts a yank himself. They stayed in place. "It's corporeal strength is certainly impressive." Chris switched the camera back to regular vision to capture the physical effect.

Amy tried to step out of her shorts, but found the garment was weighing down her feet as well. She settled for just clasping her hands together in front of her underwear and fidgeting slightly in place.

"Now let's see if it can divide its corporeal focus across multiple subjects at once." Chris said excitedly. "Spirit! If you are able, then please levitate this chair in front of me!"

Another pause, then Amy's tank top began to slowly rise up her body. "Uh, Chris?" Amy asked while fighting against her rising shirt.

"Oh!" Chris said looking away from the chair. "Oh my!!"

Amy couldn't tell if he was expressing surprise at the rising shirt or what the rising shirt was exposing. As the shirt cleared her head, it wrapped itself around Amy's wrists. It continued to rise until it both of Amy's arms were being held straight up.

"I-is that enough proof yet?" Amy nervously asked.

"Oh, absolutely!" Chris replied. "Yes, this has all the clear signs of a poltergeist."

"And you can get rid of it?" Amy asked, struggling against the clothing binding her.

"Almost certainly." Chris replied happily. He pulled a big mechanical gizmo out of his bag. "One zap from this bad boy and this spirit will never bother you again. We just need to draw it out one more time."

"One more..."

"Spirit! If you are able, then please give us one more sign!"

Amy gulped, dreading what was about to happen next. A moment later, she felt her bra unclasp itself behind her. And then her bra suddenly flapped up from her chest to hit Amy square in the face! It pressed itself there, cups covering both of her eyes, and leaving Amy's chest completely uncovered.

"Chris!?" a blinded and topless Amy shouted.

"Aha!" Chris yelled. Amy couldn't see what he did but she suddenly felt the crackling of electricity in the air.

And a moment later, she felt the ghost release its hold on her shirt, bra, and shorts. Amy let her arms swing back down, and moved to quickly put her bra back on, only to see the garment was blackened and burned. It even started to disintegrate under her touch.

"Yes! We were successful!" Chris whooped before noticing the nearly nude girl in front of him holding palms full of ash. "Ah, yes, well... It seems the objects it was exerting its **** on became conduits too. Unfortunate casualties and all that..."

Amy, clad in only her thong and socks, blushed and covered her breasts with her arms. "But it's gone now, right? As long as it's gone, then I'm satisfied."

"Yes, absolutely!" Chris said, "It will bother you no m-"

He was interrupted by Amy's thong suddenly being yanked to her ankles. Amy moved one hand to her pussy and shot Chris a scowl.

"Uh, er-hem, well... Perhaps this spirit is beyond my capabilities at this time." he said nervously, finally shutting off the video camera he'd been holding. "Sorry to have wasted your time! The services rendered today are free of charge!"

Chris hurriedly packed up his gear, chucking it haphazardly into his bags, before practically running out the door.

"Strike 1." Amy muttered as she went to get redressed.