Chapter 2

“Nothing beats ravioli from a thermos,” Camilla sighed happily as she spooned warm, tender pasta out from the cylindrical container. The group all sat together at two of the tables they had pushed together to create one long surface, each of them busily eating from their own lunch boxes and sharing a cooler filled with ice and sodas. “Hey, Ames, can you pass that bread over here?” Amy nodded and tossed a store-bought baguette over to Camilla, who eagerly ripped a piece off and began to mop up some of the extra sauce for easy delivery into her mouth.

“If we don’t see any ghosts, maybe we can just convince viewers that Camilla is some sort of ghoul,” Callie chuckled while eating a salad, gesturing to her face to indicate that Camilla had red sauce dripping from her lips like viscous blood. Camilla licked her lips clean but continued to quickly stuff food into her mouth regardless. Callie was always jealous of how that girl’s metabolism seemed completely infallible. Callie was proud of her body, but it took regular visits to the gym and carefully monitoring her diet. Somehow, Camilla always seemed to do half the work while eating twice as much but still remained as slim as ever.

“Huh, that’s odd,” Alexis mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich. Her eyes had barely left her laptop screen while she ate.

“That’s rude,” Jake replied with a sly grin. “Camilla is always like that.” The group shared some chuckles from the joke as Camilla flipped him off.

“No, not that; one of the cameras just died. The one in the activity room or whatever. I swear it had a good amount of battery left like ten minutes ago.”

“Are you sure you put a fresh battery in before?” Phil asked, standing over her shoulder to confirm that one of the square windows on her screen was indeed displaying a black image with the text “no input found” blinking in red.

“I’m positive,” Alexis grumbled, twisting a strand of her dyed hair and biting her lip in consternation. She sighed and stood up, putting down her half-eaten sandwich to rummage through one of the equipment bags on the floor next to her. After a moment, she pulled out a blocky camera battery pack, which she then connected to her laptop via a cable. “This one has a full charge for sure. I guess I’ll quickly go swap it out. Does, uh, anyone want to come with little old me?” She shifted her feet nervously while eyeing the dark hallway beyond the lobby doors. Alexis had always been more comfortable exploring scary places vicariously through the cameras.

“I’ll be coming with you,” Officer Taylor replied, already standing having finished her simple but nutritious meal before everyone else. “I can’t just let someone wander alone on the property.” Alexis breathed a sigh of relief.

“You need anyone else to help?” Callie asked, putting her fork down and moving to clean up her stuff if needed.

“Nah I think the two of us can figure out how to change a battery,” Alexis smiled as she and Officer Taylor moved towards the stairs leading up to the second floor where the activity room was.

“Aight, just be careful.”

“And let us know if you see any spirits!” Camilla called out as the two figures disappeared into the shadows at the top of the stairs, save for the reflections of their flashlights and their echoing footsteps.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll find tons,” Alexis shouted back down. “Leave it to the pros.”

The rest of the group returned to finishing their dinners, laughing at stories and sharing ideas on what to film next. The episode was off to a slow start, sure, but there was plenty more to see, and everyone was optimistic that this would be an amazing finale. Nothing could go wrong.

Alexis and Officer Taylor slowly found their way back to the activity room. Few words had been exchanged between them as they walked other than to point out potential tripping hazards or comments about how the episode was going or how creepy a certain thing looked. Alexis wasn’t particularly outgoing around strangers, and was relieved that Officer Taylor didn’t appear to be the type to force small talk. When they finally arrived, they were surprised to find the door to the activity room almost completely closed.

“Huh, I thought this was wide open when we left,” said Alexis. She peered through the small reinforced glass window on the door, seeing nothing but darkness within.

“It likely got pushed closed by the wind. A lot of the windows here are missing glass despite being boarded up. Or maybe someone just bumped it as we left. Regardless, let me go first. Stay here.” Alexis didn’t need to be convinced. She watched from behind as Officer Taylor slowly opened the door up with her elbow, one hand holding her flashlight and the other poised to grab her baton if needed. Alexis held her breath without realizing it as Officer Taylor slipped into the room. After a brief period of silently scanning the room, Officer Taylor appeared in the door again.

“All clear in here. Looks like it was just the wind after all.” She shone her flashlight over towards one of the windows that had steel bars over it instead of wooden planks, and indeed some panes of glass were missing from it, letting in a frigid gust of wind that kicked up old papers and the sheets draped over molding art projects of old.

“Just the wind? How cliché.” Alexis tried to calm her nerves with some humor. “Well, thanks for checking it out. I’ll do my important job now.”

“Be my guest.” Officer Taylor stepped out of the way and ushered Alexis in. “I’ll see if I can find something to prop the door open with.” She stepped out into the hallway and began to sift through some of the debris with the toe of her boot. Alexis nodded in agreement and shone her flashlight around the room, finding the camera still set up on its tripod in the far corner of the dark room, next to the sooty husk of a fireplace.

“Why did we set it up so far in?” Alexis moaned as she slowly walked towards it alone, her legs starting to shake ever so slightly with adrenaline. She kept her eyes looking dead ahead on the camera, not willing to look around at the eerily misshapen sheets covering hidden objects placed around the room. When they had first arrived, the group had removed some of the dusty coverings to reveal old painting canvases set up on even older easels complete with brushes and long-dried paints. All the canvases were blank and white except one, which was simply painted with a deep purple that almost appeared to be black, along with a small white rectangle in the center.

Callie had found it creepy when they discovered it and immediately decided it was the perfect place for a cam to go. Alexis didn’t think it was a great spot at the time, but now she definitely agreed that it was extremely spooky. She steadied her breathing as she reached the camera. The small screen on it indicated that it was indeed out of battery, or at least, she hoped that was the issue and not that the camera itself was dead. These things were expensive.

She did her best to awkwardly remove the old battery with one hand, the other still holding the flashlight. After getting the battery out, she tucked it into her ample cleavage to temporarily hold it while she clicked the new battery into place. As she did, the camera’s screen displayed its reboot screen and a moment later, it was back to recording. She reached down to grab her walkie-talkie in order to call back to base and confirm the feed, but to her frustration, she realized she had left it on the table with her laptop. Checking her phone, she found she had no service. Of course.

Grumbling at the inconvenience, and quite ready to get out of the creepy room, she turned to ask Officer Taylor if she could use her radio, but just as she did, the door to the room suddenly slammed closed in a loud clatter that made Alexis jump and squeal in surprise, dropping the old battery and her flashlight onto the floor, the impact of which caused the light to turn off.

“Officer Taylor!?” Alexis cried out, ducking down to feel around for the flashlight. “Officer Taylor!? Is that you!?” Her voice grew more and more frantic as her shaking hands patted around the debris on the floor. She got no response. After several seconds that felt like hours, her palm alighted on the cold metal of her flashlight, and as she hurriedly clicked it on, the entire room suddenly became lit as the overhead fluorescent lights flickered to life with a low buzz. All at once, the many covered canvases of the room became visible, looking like boxy ghosts with the windy ruffling the edges. In the opposite corner of the room was a much taller one that the group hadn’t noticed, and it seemed to loom over Alexis like a patient hunter.

“Oh thank God; I thought the lights here didn’t wor-” She said, looking over towards the door where she assumed Officer Taylor would be standing at the light switch. But there was no one. The door remained closed, and from what she could tell after adjusting her glasses, the light switch was still in the “off” position.

What should have been a moment of relief was now quickly deteriorating into confused panic. “Wh- Officer Taylor...?” Alexis croaked, her mouth starting to feel dry. No response. “Okay guys, I get it – nice prank! Ha-ha!” She waved and rolled her eyes at the camera. “We can use this footage for the outtakes or something. We’re coming back now!”

Feeling a deep-seated need to get out of that room as soon as possible, Alexis half-ran towards the door, deciding she could just find the dropped battery later. To her horror, she found the door stuck fast, not opening an inch no matter how hard she shoved against it. She looked through the window, hoping to see Officer Taylor out there coming to help, but it was pitch black with no sign of the woman. Alexis began to fear that perhaps the officer was not what she seemed, and could be some sort of killer in disguise, like in the movies.

“Help! Guys help! Let me out! The door’s stuck! Officer Taylor! Help!” She rattled the handle over and over in a desperate attempt to escape. She turned to look around the room for anything to pry the rusty metal door open with. As she did so, another large gust of wind swept through the room, turning up her skirt with a flutter and hardening her nipples beneath her fuzzy sweater. The air passed by her and managed to billow up under the tall canvas in the corner, throwing the sheet off of it in a dramatic swoosh and revealing that it was in fact a large ornate standing mirror. Its thick, gold frilled edges were carved with ornate shapes that looked like twining tendrils surrounding the clear glass, which reflected Alexis’s pale face.

The splendor of the mirror made it feel out of place in the dirty, derelict room. Alexis gazed into it, admiring the impeccable craftsmanship of the antique. As if in a trance, she slowly approached the mirror, transfixed by the way the lights in the room seemed to shimmer within. She only snapped out of her daze once she found herself face-to-face with her own bewildered reflection, which was slowly fogged over from her breath that was now visible as the room suddenly became embraced in an unearthly chill.

She absent-mindedly wiped the mirror clean with her sleeve, lookin herself up and down, noting her somewhat pudgy appearance with familiar disappointment. She wasn’t particularly fond of mirrors as such. Though she boasted large, full breasts and a plump butt, she didn’t necessarily enjoy the extra weight around her thighs and waist that accompanied them.

She sighed as she looked into the glass, envious of Callie, Amy, and Camilla who all had the sorts of girlish figures that boys found attractive. In college, Alexis had been too busy with work to consider dating, but deep down she knew she was also too shy and anxious to be vulnerable in front of a guy in the way that would result in her losing her virginity – a moment she had long dreamt of.

Her wistful thoughts were disturbed as she noticed Officer Taylor opening the door in the reflection behind her. Embarrassed, though not really sure why, Alexis looked over her shoulder to question her about the door, but to her surprise, there was no one there. In fact, the door was still closed.

“Wh-what the fuck...?” Alexis stuttered. She looked back in front of her and screamed in horror, stumbling backwards from her reflection, which was now the source of her fear. She tripped over one of the easels, sending it clattering to the floor next to her, but her reflection remained standing still. It grinned down at her with a sinister smile that was slightly too wide, watching her with inky black eyes that were slightly too big.

“N-no!” Alexis whimpered, looking away from the horrible visage, desperately hoping that if she couldn’t see it, it couldn’t see her. Her eyes fell on the fallen canvas next to her, which was no longer blank but now prominently displayed the nude figure of a man, his limbs stretched out and bound in an X shape by what appeared to be shadowy tentacles, a mixed look of terror and delight on his face. “Wha-?” She breathed, the erotic image momentarily dispelling her fear as she felt a throb between her legs.

The source of the painted man’s pleasurable torment was no doubt the dark tendril that was snaking around his plump balls, around the base of his impressive shaft, and twining up towards his tip. Though the painting was motionless, the rendering of the appendage made it clear that his reddened cock was being rapidly stroked. Looking closer, an additional, ribbed tentacle could be seen pressing up between his spread legs and disappearing, no doubt stuffed deep into his gaping asshole.

Alexis, who was no stranger to the more lewd corners of the internet, stared at the painting for slightly longer than she intended. It stirred something inside of her as so many fanfics and hentai images had done in the past. She gulped and frantically pushed the canvas away, snapping back to her senses, though she didn’t like where that left her.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Alexis heard her own voice speaking from above her. It was like hearing herself in a recording: disconcerting and uncanny. She trembled as she slowly looked up at the mirror once again, where her eerie reflection was still standing, arms crossed and head tilted in a disapproving manner. “Get a good look. I know you want to.” Mirror Alexis laughed and spread her arms out towards the surface of the glass, her misshapen grin widening as another powerful gust of wind blasted through the room.

No, no, no this can’t be real! Help me! Anybody!” Alexis wailed, curling into a ball as the gale rushed around her in a flurry. The sheets covering the rest of the paintings were violently ripped away, revealing a dozen more canvases that had certainly been blank before but were now filled with naked figures, both men and women, all of them constricted and pleasured by the same sorts of tentacles as the man from the first painting. Alexis couldn’t help but look around and gawk at the erotic sights.

Tendrils were filling every dripping hole, pussies and asses alike, with some slipping over cocks like milking sleeves, and others still latching onto the women’s bound tits like hungry mouths, pulling at the supple flesh and tweaking their stiff nipples. Beyond the tendrils, deformed humanoid shapes with demonic faces could be seen teasing and ravaging the captives, clearly coercing orgasms out of their helpless bodies with the inhumanly enormous and gnarled penises that dangled between their twisted legs. One woman’s face was frozen in pain and delight from the forearm-sized member currently plunged into her cunt. Tears streamed down her blushing face while the eyeless man-like creature fucking her from behind smiled with twisted glee.

“Like what you see?” Mirror Alexis said with a toothy smirk, causing Alexis to flinch in surprise as she reluctantly looked back towards that cursed mirror where her reflection was now licking her lips with desire.

“W-why are you doing this!? W-what are you!?” Alexis stammered, fumbling for her phone camera with numb fingers. Her hands were shaking too much to unlock it

“What am I?” Her reflection giggled. “I am you! And I know what desires dwell deep in your heart – our heart. The lust. The thrist. The needs.” Mirror Alexis knelt down and bore her dark, unblinking eyes deep into Alexis’s own. “We may play the shy innocent girl for our friends,” Mirror Alexis sighed disdainfully while shaking her head. Her words started to distort slightly as she continued, being overlapped with a deeper, garbled voice. “But deep down, we know we were born to be a big fat slut. Taking cocks is what we were born for. This bountiful, thick body can take so, so many cocks. But we also know the importance of a good education, so let’s practice a bit first, shall we?”

“W-w-what do you me-EANNN!?” Alexis yelped as she was suddenly lifted off the ground by an invisible force, her limbs flailing in the air attempting to grab hold of anything.

“Hold still, okay? This part requires some finesse,” Mirror Alexis giggled again, holding up her fingers in a “peace” sign and opening and closing them like scissors. At the same time, rusted safety scissors rose up from the decaying art supplies littering the floor, before suddenly flying at Alexis who screamed in terror. She squeezed her eyes closed, bracing for the worst, but Instead of sharp blades piercing her milky skin, she felt the scissors beginning to poke and pull at her clothes.

The cold, unfeeling camera in the corner gazed on as the blades shredded through her downy sweater, quickly reducing it to a pile of colorful fibers on the floor, exposing her black DD bra. Her large breasts were practically spilling out of the cups, jiggling and bouncing madly while she continued to struggle. Despite her haphazard movements, the scissor’s aims were true, making quick work of her pink skirt and tight leggings, which fell away and mixed in with the rest of the debris cluttering the room.

“N-no! Stop it! What are you doing!?” Alexis cried, attempting to hide her ample curves with her hands, but the force manipulating her body didn’t allow it, instead arching her up into the air in a spread-eagle position. She didn’t have time to scream further before the blades descended on her once again. This time, one slid down into her cleavage to position itself over the center of her bra while two more slipped up either side of the waistband on her blue polka-dot panties. As one, the scissors snipped closed, causing the last vestiges of her decency to tumble to the floor.

All at once, her big fat tits burst out into the cold air, her pink nipples stiffening as her tender flesh jiggled lightly. The delicate tuft of blonde pubes above her untrimmed mound became completely revealed to the world, with her plump pussy lips already beading with moisture thanks to the lewd paintings she had so recently been staring at. She attempted to scream again, but found that her mouth wouldn’t open as if being held closed by a ghostly hand. Instead, she whimpered and mumbled as her immobilized naked body slowly rotated to face the camera, exposing every inch of her plentiful, soft flesh to the device as it continued to record. Alexis closed her watering eyes, hoping that someone on the team was watching and would come rescue her, even if it meant facing agonizing embarrassment.

“Why are we so ashamed of our body?” Mirror Alexis asked with an exasperated tone. “It’s bountiful, pillowy, and perfect for pleasuring a man. ‘More cushion for the pushin’ as they say.” Alexis grunted in displeasure and continued to fight against her invisible bonds, able to do little more than flex her fingers. “Oh don’t give me that, we share the same thoughts. I’m just the one who is honest about them.”

Alexis opened her eyes and looked pleadingly at her smirking reflection, who was now just as nude as she was, but was already beginning to rub her fingers down between her legs while gently squeezing at one of her marshmallowy boobs, paying special attention to the nipple just as she liked it.

“I can see that you’re still feeling all shy, like some sort of innocent girl. We both know that we’re just a slutty bitch who simply needs to be ... loosened up a little.” As her distorted voice paused, more items from around the room began to levitate into the air to spin around Alexis’s helpless nude form like a cyclone. Suddenly, her body was flipped forward to face the dirty floor, her tits now swinging freely below her while her thick thighs were wrench apart, exposing the pink inner lips of her quivering cunt.

While Alexis lifted her head to stare straight into the camera in front of her, the objects circling her began their assault. Several floating paint brushes, some with stiff, dry bristles, others with tantalizingly soft tips, started to tease her hard nipples and engorged clit, eliciting flinches and muted squeals. Just when she felt like she was about to lose herself to the unwanted stimulation, her thoughts were suddenly jarred by a sudden, sharp pain blossoming from her backside.

Loud, fleshy slapping sounds filled the room as her large, reddening ass was relentlessly spanked by the flat end of the soot shovel that had floated over from the cold hearth. It left square, ashy marks on her jiggling cheeks as tears began to flood her eyes. It was an intense sensation at first, however, once she started to get used to it, Alexis realized she was starting to enjoy it – even if just a bit. She had long fantasized about being dominated, but kept such thoughts locked away deep down. Her reflection simply grinned and started to masturbate with more fervor as she continued to watch the show.

“Now, let’s see how loosened up that got you,” Mirror Alexis giggled, sitting on the floor within the mirror and spreading her legs wide to passionately work her slit unobstructed. Alexis looked at her with a confused expression, but then her teary eyes widened as she felt something hard pushing up into her swollen pussy lips before shoving deep inside of her. It was a relatively thin object, but the length and hardness of it made her sharply intake air through her nose. She had broken her hymen long ago with a dildo while alone in her bedroom, but she had never felt anything outside of her control enter her like that before.