The table and drawers in the hallway 10

In the hallway, right by the stairs, there was a narrow lacquered wooden table with two drawers. It wouldn’t really be much of a hiding place for anything, but it might make sense that on the way up the stairs John Doe had ditched the planchette on or nearby. Looking on top of the table itself took no time, all that was on there was a lamp and the house landline. The two drawers below took a little longer. Flinging open the first one, you find only a few old letters in tattered envelopes. Pushing you aside you find more of the same, alongside a few old documents, pens, and an expired driver’s license. The other drawer is similarly unhelpful, although it is at least a little neater. In it you find another pen beside a pad of sticky notes with a number scrawled on it, besides that is an old wallet. Grabbing it you hurriedly tear it apart to find it completely empty, not even a single coin of spare change anywhere inside. Tossing it back you check to the very back of both drawers again, finding nothing.

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