The bathtub and shower 10

The downstairs bathroom was an unlikely place for the planchette to be hidden, but certainly not impossible. When you jogged hurriedly into it the first thing to catch your eyes was the shower curtain, that was drawn closed across the bathtub, almost like it was hiding something. Wrenching it back you find a broken glass, clearly something that a drunk or clumsy individual dropped and then had tried to hide from Sarah. With a grunt of irritation, you ignore that hallmark of laziness to check the rest of the shower. The bodywash and shampoo bottles stand on a metal rack mounted in the corner and you speedily move them aside to check the planchette isn’t lodged in there too. Once you’re sure there’s nothing you’re about to step away, when you get the urge to double check. Stepping carefully around the broken glass you look into the shower drain, checking to see if John Doe had **** the planchette under it somehow. When you find nothing but wet and twisted hair you give up, wiping your hands on your jeans as you step away.

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