Chapter 4

After the final tile clattered into place, the only sound remaining was that of Amy’s cum-covered torso still being railed into the door, however, her body was soon yanked away and disappeared into the hungering shadows. Once again, the dark hallway was filled with a deathly quiet until a couple of voices and the sounds of footsteps began to echo along the cold walls.

“Camilla? Amy?” Callie called out, her flashlight bobbing up and down as she walked. “Come on guys, stop trying to scare us. We gotta go back; Phil seems super pissed.”

“That’s just how it goes with producer types,” Jake sighed. “He’s got our best interests in mind, I know, but man could he at least be less of a hardass all the time?”

“Right?”

“Dude just needs to get laid.”

“Is that all you think about or what?” Callie scoffed, shooting him an exasperated look.

“What? A guy has needs, is all.”

“Yeah, well right now we need to quickly find the girls and get back to the lobby. Where the heck are they? It’s not like them to try and prank us like this.”

“Let’s try the walkies again?” Jake offered, holding his camera with one hand while raising his radio to his mouth with the other. “Camilla. Amy. Respond. Over.” He enunciated each word with a serious tone. After a few seconds of no response, Jake was about to check with Alex and Phil to confirm they hadn’t seen anything on a camera, when he suddenly noticed a beam of bright light shining against the cracked tiles of the wall at the far end of the hallway.

“Wait, Cal, look – there’s a light. That’s gotta be one of them.”

“It looks like a dropped flashlight maybe? Amy? Camilla?” Callie directed her shouts in the direction of the light, but no reply came. “Why aren’t they responding? Shit, what if they dropped their lights and got lost in the dark somewhere? They could be hurt!”

“How on earth would that happen? They’re probably just doing some tests nearby and had to put the flashlight down for a moment to use both hands ... or something.”

“Y-yeah, maybe ... but I’m seriously starting to freak out a bit, Jake.” Callie hugged her arms around her chest and huddled closer to Jake. She was doing her best to keep calm, but she couldn’t stop her heart rate from slowly increasing with every step she took.

“Babe, it’s all good – I’m here with you. We’re not gonna get lost or anything.”

“Yeah, but what if there are other people here after all? Dangerous people? I don’t ... I don’t like this. Something’s wrong.”

“Let’s just quickly go see what’s up, then if we can’t find them, we can just go back and call for help. They’re probably just hiding to mess with us, and once they see how serious they are, they’ll come out. Don’t you think we’d be hearing more screaming and stuff if they were actually being kidnapped or something? These halls are hardly sound-proof.” To emphasize his point, Jake picked up a large rusted pipe from the floor and banged it loudly against the wall, causing a cacophony of metallic clanging to reverberate down into the depths of the building.

“J-Jake! Fuck!” Callie stammered in surprise, leaping closer to him. “You’re just giving our position away!” Jake turned her light to her face and saw the legitimate fear in her eyes that were starting to well up a little. His face softened and he put an arm around his girlfriend, pulling her close to look her in the eyes as they stopped walking for a moment. He handed her the pipe to hold, which she clutched in her hands like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry, babe ... I didn’t realize how shaken up you were. You’re right – I’m being a dumbass. Let’s just get through this real quick and then we’ll be back in bed watching meme compilations on our phones together before you know it.”

“That sounds REALLY nice right about now...” Callie shakily sighed. “I think with the footage we just got, we should be able to wrap this up – we can just add this all in as part of the episode. Viewers like pranks like this.”

“Right? That’s probably what Amy and Camilla are thinking.” The pair was about to resume their search, headed towards the light, when suddenly they heard Phil’s voice coming in over their radios.

“Why are you two just standing around cuddling? We can see you from Jake’s camera, remember? Hurry up! If something is wrong, time is of the essence here.” Jake was about to respond with a rather curt message, but Callie grabbed his arm and pointed down the hall.

“Wait – shh – listen! I just heard another radio going off over there. It’s gotta be one of them!”

“We think we might be close to wherever they’re hiding.” Jake replied into the radio, starting to follow after Callie who was quickly making her way towards where she had heard the radio. “We got a little hint just now thanks to you. Be back before you know it.”

“Alright, good. We’re still waiting in the lobby in case anyone shows. Don’t get lost.”

“Copy that,” Jake said, stowing his radio on his belt. The two of them made their way down the hall, regularly sending audio through their radios to get a precise read on where Camilla and Amy were hiding. Callie maintained a firm grip on the pipe all the while, ready in case they ran into any unfriendly faces. It was due to her increased vigilance that she was the first to notice the items strewed around the floor.

“Hey, Jake, look at this...” Callie tapped him on the shoulder, pointing her light at a cracked phone screen, which gleamed back up at them. “Th-this is Camilla’s phone, right? And all this stuff next to it...” Along with the phone, there was a trail of various pieces of their ghost hunting gear, which seemed to have been dropped in a line heading down the hall and ending with the wayward flashlight that was simply resting on a pile of debris. Nearby was a walkie-talkie and a spirit box at the base of a tiled wall.

“Ok, well now I’m getting pretty fucking freaked out too,” Jake admitted while helping Callie to pick all the stuff up and put it in their backpacks. “There’s no way they’d go this far just for a prank. We ... we need to go get help.”

“Y-yeah, this is really serious.” Callie picked up the radio from the ground and spoke into it. “Phil? Alex? We really need to go find some help. We can’t find them at all, just their stuff strewn everywhere ... like there was a struggle!”

“Yeah we see that,” Alex replied. For a moment, her voice sounded oddly distorted by the static of the radio. “Head back down and we’ll try to figure something out in the meantime. Just make sure you don’t miss anything!”

“Ok, we’re heading your way now.” Callie confirmed with a shaky voice before putting the radio away and turning to Jake. “What the fuck is going on here? I always wanted to go on scary adventures with ghosts and stuff, but I didn’t ... I didn’t want anything bad to happen. It was all just for fun...”

“Wait, Cal, look,” Jake interrupted, his attention caught by the spirit box he had just picked up. “This is still recording. Maybe ... maybe it captured a clue or ... or something!”

“Good thinking! Quick, play it back!”

As Jake leaned against the wall to fiddle with the device, he had no idea that only a few inches away from his arm, Camilla was desperately pleading for them to notice her, though her voice was muffled by the several scabby hands that were smothering her face. Only one of her eyes and nose were visible from within the web of mottled flesh that her limbs were now tangled up in next to Officer Taylor, who was still being fucked senselessly by the grotesque appendages that wormed all the place behind the decaying tiles.

Camilla had initially been overjoyed when she saw Jake and Camilla approaching, realizing that, somehow, the tiles were transparent from her side of the wall. She could still tell they were there, but it was like looking through a screen window up close. However, it quickly became clear that neither of her friends could hear the noises she was making, much less see her, as they bent down to pick up the things she had thrown.

It was perhaps a mild relief that they couldn’t watch her, as suddenly, one of the slippery limbs wiggled its way down the front of her shirt and began to poke and prod at her bra, as if trying to pull her modestly sized breasts out from within. She gasped and screamed as she felt more hands and phalluses starting to grasp at her tight jeans, pulling on the durable fabric with astonishing force – enough to shred her pants into mere rags in a matter of moment. She tried to struggle, to fight back, but her arms and legs were both splayed apart from her sides, buried deep in the pile of writhing flesh that held her completely immobile.

She could feel cold, clammy fingers grabbing at her fingers and bare feet now that her shoes had been removed, and it was only a matter of time before those disgusting appendages began to explore her newly exposed body after her jeans, jacket, and shirt were all ripped away and absorbed into the meaty mass around her, leaving her with nothing but her lacy black bra and matching panties. Blister-covered hands roamed her tight midsection, feeling their way down between her legs and over her chest to cup and squeeze at those mounds, only covered by a thin layer of fabric now.

One finger teased the center of her tender cleft while others circled her nipples, hardening the sensitive nubs into stiff peaks that ached to be freed from their confines. The roaming hands were all too happy to oblige. Two gnarled appendages grasped onto the cups of her bra and yanked them upwards, allowing her pert tits to pop out, only inches away from Jake’s face, her hard, brown nipples pointed directly at his eyes.

“What is it?” Callie asked, noticing Jake glance at the seemingly innocuous wall behind them.

“Huh, nothing – just thought I heard something in the wall.”

“Probably a rat ... or something...” Callie replied as if trying to convince both of them. The thought of it being a person never crossed her mind, though she was more worried about less corporeal dangers at the moment.

Camilla watched in horror as Jake continued to scan the wall with suspicion, his gaze now directed down towards her spread legs, held up in an “M” shape, where a penis-shaped tendril was now wrapping its way around the crotch of her delicate panties. With a sudden tug, it tore the last scraps of her underwear away, revealing her smooth, fully shaved pussy and tight asshole.

She squirmed in panic as Jake put his hand to the wall, unknowingly resting his palm right next to her most intimate place. He squinted at the wall, as if trying to deduce its secrets, but he quickly turned away, having noticed that the spirit box had finished rewinding from the most recent recording. As Camilla watched Jake begin the recording playback, she felt cold, boney fingers starting to spread and tease her soft slit, while others started kneading and pinching her perky boobs. She gasped as she felt lips begin to kiss all over her trembling skin, sometimes followed by the sensation of uneven teeth nibbling on her tender flesh, but her noises, quiet as they were, were unheard over the sounds now coming from the spirit box.

As soon as Jake started the playback, the speakers emitted a horrific, garbled chorus of voices as if hundreds of tortured souls were crying out – though it was unclear as to if their screams were due to pain or pleasure, given how lustful moans and gasps seemed mingled within.

“Wh-what the fuck!?” Callie managed to croak out, her legs visibly starting to shake. It was a terrifying sound, but they couldn’t help but continue to listen out of some sort of macabre fascination. An eerie chant began to rise up from the din, dozens of distorted voices speaking as one:

“COME FOR US. COME FOR US. COME FOR US.”

“‘Come for us’?” Jake repeated in confusion, finally stopping the tape. “What the fuck does that mean? Why... how did Camilla and Amy make this? They want us to follow them or something?”

“Jake, we need to get the hell out of here right now. I’ve watched enough horror movies to know where this is going. Those aren’t even their voices! Oh God oh Fuck what do we do!?”

“We need to find them...” Jake said with uncertainty, seemingly nonplussed by the insanity they had just experienced.

“We’ll find them when we have the whole group together! Maybe even the police! But I’m done playing around! I’m going. NOW!” Callie spun around and started to swiftly jog back down the hall with Jake following close behind.

“Amy! Camilla! If this is your idea of a joke, it’s gone way too far!” He yelled out, trying to sound angry, but his spiking adrenaline made his voice warble with fear.

Camilla watched in disbelief as her bastions of hope fled from where she was trapped. She tried to call out to them one last time as the hand covering her mouth momentarily moved away, but before she could, a cock-shaped tentacle rammed its way down into her throat, causing her to loudly gag and choke on the slimy, salty shaft that began to rut in and out of her gullet. She started to panic, fearing she would be suffocated, but to her astonishment, found that she could still breath. The phantasmal appendage was able to exert physical force on her, but it seemed that air was still passing through it.

“Mpgh! Mngh! Gghh!” She gurgled as more meaty tendrils snaked over her eyes, blocking her vision and holding her head still as the ghastly tentacle continued to ceaselessly face-fuck her. Veiny, twisted shafts nuzzled up against her pussy lips, which were spread wide apart by two mouths that tugged on either side, nibbling her swollen labia with decaying teeth. The tentacles slipped up and down her cleft, grinding into her engorged clit and coaxing the first strands juices from her, before plunging into her defenseless cunt all at once.

She let out a muffled gasp into the appendage she was sucking on as the tentacles pistoned in and out of her pussy at varying speeds, the slick sounds of their depravity mixing with the squishy noise already surrounding her body and coming from Officer Taylor’s own tormented holes nearby.

Smaller tendrils that looked like long, knobby fingers with too many bulbous knuckles skewered her anus like a living string of beads, pushing deep into her rectum and feeling around wildly. She tried to clench her hole to ward off the invading digit, but it was no use. She was already starting to lose herself to pleasure when two mottled hands firmly grasped her tits, squishing them greedily so that their pallid fingers sunk into her soft mounds. Overstimulated as she was, Camilla could still discern that her nipples were somehow being sucked and nibbled on by teeth, as if the demonic hands had human mouths in their palms. Her ears were filled with licking tongues, her navel was stroked and repeatedly covered in some sort of hot spray of fluid, large hands roughly grasped and spread her ass cheeks, and all the while her head swam as a cloying, pungent musk filled the space around her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head once her first intense orgasm crashed through her helpless body, filling her with wave after wave of undesired pleasure that she was slowly beginning to crave. She was only partially aware of her body being repositioned by the squirming mass of limbs to press her sweaty naked body up against Officer Taylors. The two women’s breasts were pushed against one another, their nipples grinding together while sandwiching several tentacle cocks that writhed between them and fountained rope after rope of hot, glowing fluid all over both of their bosoms.

The meat covering both their faces was pulled away, allowing Camilla to share tired looks of despair and worry with Officer Taylor, who seemed only barely conscious as it was, barely having the strength to pant and groan. The crucifix necklace was torn from her neck and lost somewhere within the chaotic swarm of limbs as both their faces were pushed close to one another and tied tightly together by tendrils.

Camilla had been pretty open to sexual experimentation in college, but she had firmly decided that she was meant to be with a man. Nevertheless, as the sweet odor filled her nostrils, her thoughts melted away, focusing instead on the warm lips of the woman in front of her. Officer Taylor seemed to have been experiencing similar thoughts, for no sooner had Camilla parted her lips than did the slightly older woman lock her into a passionate, messy kiss, while they both became lost in the pleasure of the limbs playing with their restrained, spasming bodies.

Camilla’s erotic trance was only broken briefly when she felt something girthy pushing into her mouth from within Officer Taylor’s. She initially took it to be the woman’s tongue, but it quickly proved to be another tentacle, having supernaturally pushed its way up through the security guard’s ass and out the other end, into Camilla’s throat. She felt it worming its way down her esophagus, gagging slightly while still trying to maintain the kiss, until a moment later her own asshole gaped open as the tentacle found its exit. Camilla’s moans reached a crescendo as the mouth on the end of that tendril found her clit, latching onto it and sucking hungrily at her sensitive, engorged bud.

Camilla felt Officer Taylor’s body twitch and quiver from climax at the same time that another mind-blowing orgasm wracked her own heaving body. As both women were pulled deeper and deeper into the abyssal walls of the asylum, they continued to cum endlessly. The last thing Camilla saw before her consciousness became completely swallowed up by ecstasy was a tiny light glowing amongst the churning flesh. It appeared to be from a phone, likely Officer Taylor’s, which was pointed at the two women as if recording their torment. A moment later, however, tendrils slithered over her eyes, blocking out the last of her senses, plunging her into a world of nothing but darkness and pleasure.

“What do you mean they won’t open!?” Callie exclaimed in panic as she watched Phil and Jake trying their hardest to pull at the asylum’s large entrance doors.

“I mean ... they’re not ... opening!” Jake grunted through gritted teeth, his toned arms straining as he pulled on one of the handles with all his might. Suddenly, it broke off in his hand, causing him to topple to the floor, at which point Phil also gave up, shaking his red hands at his sides.

“Either they got stuck somehow or Mr. Nelson locked us in here – accidentally or otherwise.” Phil groaned, sinking to the floor next to Jake.

“But why would he do that!?” Callie cried out, nervously pacing around the lobby while checking her phone. “This just has to be some sort of mistake! Ugh, if only we could get service in here!” She desperately waggled her phone around in the air before clicking her tongue in annoyance and putting it back in her pocket with a heavy sigh. “I’m already on low battery ... jeez I thought I had a good amount left.”

“What about the windows?” Phil offered. “They’re definitely big enough to crawl through.”

“They all have bars on them now...” Callie groaned. “I remember Mr. Nelson mentioned during the interview that he had recently gotten bars installed on the first floor windows because local hooligans kept using them to break in.”

“Well we could always try from the second floor,” Jake suggested. The others looked at him incredulously.

“Yeah, not all of us are immune to fall damage like you apparently are,” Phil scoffed. “If you’re lucky, you’d just end up with a broken leg or two.”

“You don’t need legs to call the police,” Jake replied gravely. They all fell silent, contemplating what to do, as the severity of the situation began to truly weigh on them. After a painful minute of dreadful silence, Alex suddenly let out a surprised gasp that made everyone flinch.

“Guys! Quick! I found Amy!” She shouted, beckoning the rest of the crew over to her laptop where she had maximized one of the camera feeds. “Look! That’s her! But she’s wearing some sort of weird outfit.” Sure enough, as the group looked over her shoulder at the eerie green night vision recording, Amy could be seen stumbling blindly down a dark cluttered hall. Her curly hair was in disarray and her expression was even spacier than usual, but it was definitely her.