The living room closet 10

With a quickness you rip open the closet doors, exposing dozens of hanging coats and a few shoeboxes on the closet floor. Like a factory worker you take each coat and jacket off of it’s hanger to quickly search it. Some you pat down, some you rifle through, some you turn upside down and shake, the end result is that you search every hanging garment for the missing planchette. Once all those garments have turned up empty you switch your attention to the shoe boxes, opening them up and shaking them out in case the planchette had been slipped inside. As the pile of empty boxes around you grows, your desperation mounts until the last box clatters beside you. With a snort of irritation, you surge to your feet, and begin to blindly feel along every shelf and even surface in the closet. As your fingers sweep away only dust you begin to realize that the closet really is empty of what you seek.

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