Haunt and Hump

Our mc Sara has dedicated her free time to unraveling the mysteries of the afterlife (Kinda). Armed with high-tech gadgets (Mostly Junk) and an unyielding curiosity, she ventures into haunted locales, debunking hoaxes and confronting real spirits. Little does she know, her next investigation will blur the lines between the spectral and the sensual.

Our ghost hunter had a case on her mind on the night of hallowen! non-other then rumors of a ghost!. Abandoned household, no-one wants to buy it cuz of said rumors surrounding it, she must investigate! With a backpack slung over her shoulder, packed with EMF meters and thermal cameras, she approached the haunted site.

Tonight's location was on the edge of town, its windows like vacant eyes and its porch sagging as if in defeat. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Sara's short blond hair, usually styled with a bit of playful defiance, was now plastered to her forehead by a nervous sweat. Her curvy frame, usually a source of confidence, felt cumbersome as she navigated the creaking floorboards of the foyer. Each groan of the house was a potential something, each flicker of shadow a possible apparition. She gripped her EMF meter, the cool plastic a small comfort in the oppressive silence. The lights flickered. "Just faulty wiring," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. But when a cold feeling, sharp and focused, pressed against her back, right above the waistband of her jeans, she wasn't so sure. She spun around, heart hammering, her large round breasts heaving with each frantic breath. Nothing. Just empty space and the dancing dust motes in the single beam of her flashlight. She took a steadying breath, her full, plump lips parting slightly.