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Chapter 1, Ashley – Invisible MMMMMM/F
As Ashley walked across the dimly lit parking lot, her short cheerleading uniform showcasing her toned legs, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. The night air was crisp, and the only sound was the distant hum of a car driving by on the nearby road. She had just finished a late-night class and was eager to get back to her dorm room, but as she approached her car, she started to feel a sense of unease.
At first, it was just a faint rustling sound, like leaves crunching beneath someone's feet. But as she turned to look around, there was no one in sight. The footsteps were light and cautious, as if someone was trying not to be seen. Ashley's heart began to beat faster as she quickened her pace towards her car.
As she reached out to open the door, she felt a sudden resistance. It was as if an invisible force had pushed it shut. Confused and starting to feel scared, Ashley looked around the deserted parking lot again. The streetlights cast long shadows across the ground, making it seem like dark figures were lurking just out of sight.
Suddenly, a gentle tickle on the backs of her knees made Ashley jump. She spun around, but there was still no one in sight. The tickle sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a wave of fear wash over her. She tried to tell herself it was just the wind or her imagination playing tricks on her, but deep down, she knew something wasn't right.
The tickle came again, this time more insistent. Ashley's skin crawled as she frantically looked around for any sign of who or what could be doing this. Her voice trembled as she called out into the darkness: "Who's there?"
There was one final tickle on her legs before an eerie whisper seemed to caress her ear: "We are Ashley." The words sent chills down her spine as Ashley realized that whoever or whatever was doing this knew her name. And then there was silence - an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate her.
Ashley's eyes scanned the darkness desperately for any sign of movement or life beyond what seemed like an ominous presence surrounding here...
Ashley's frustration and fear grew as she tried to open her car door again, only to have it pushed shut once more. It was as if an invisible hand was deliberately preventing her from escaping. And then, she felt it - several fingers lightly touching her calves, sending shivers up her legs. The touch was gentle, yet unsettling, and Ashley's skin crawled with unease.
She spun around, desperate to see who or what was doing this, but the parking lot remained eerily empty. The streetlights seemed to mock her, casting long shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. Ashley's voice shook as she called out again: "Is someone there? Who's doing this?"
This time, a different voice whispered in response: "Ticklish Ashley?" The words sent a jolt of recognition through her mind. Suddenly, memories came flooding back - memories of babysitting jobs and a group of mischievous boys who always seemed to find ways to trick her into some sort of tickle trap.
Those boys had been relentless, always waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and send Ashley into fits of giggles. She had never been able to resist their tickling attacks, and they had taken great pleasure in exploiting her weakness. As she stood there in the dark parking lot, Ashley couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of twisted reunion.
The whisper seemed to carry a hint of familiarity, and Ashley's mind racing with possibilities. Could it be those boys from all those years ago? But how did they find her here? And what did they want from her now? The questions swirled in her head as she tried to process the situation.
As she stood frozen in uncertainty, the fingers on her calves began to move upward, tracing gentle patterns on her skin. Ashley felt a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, but also a spark of curiosity. Who was behind this strange game of cat and mouse? And what would happen next?
Ashley's attempt to enter her car was met with a sudden and intense restraint. Several strong hands grasped her wrists, bending her forward over the hood of the car. She felt a surge of fear and disorientation as she realized she was completely at the mercy of her invisible assailants. Despite her struggles, she couldn't see anyone around her - no faces, no bodies, just an empty parking lot.
As she was held in this vulnerable position, Ashley felt hands pulling her ankles apart, exposing her in a way that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Her shorts had ridden up, revealing more of herself than she ever wanted to show. The humiliation and terror combined to make her feel helpless and trapped.
And then, the tickling began again - this time on the backs of her thighs. The sensation was excruciating, making Ashley squirm and struggle against the unseen forces holding her down. As she heard a voice whispering in her ear - "This is only the beginning!" - Ashley's mind went into panic mode.
She had no idea what these people wanted from her or what they were capable of. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she realized that she was completely at their mercy.
But just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The hands released their grip on her wrists and ankles, leaving Ashley stumbling backward in shock and confusion. She didn't wait to find out if they would return - instead, she quickly scrambled into her car and locked the doors behind her.
As she drove away from the parking lot, Ashley's heart racing with fear and adrenaline, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was far from over. The words "this is only the beginning" echoed in her mind like a sinister promise.
When she arrived at her dorm room, Ashley locked herself inside and tried to calm down. But as she looked around at the familiar surroundings - posters on the walls,, books stacked haphazardly on shelves -, nothing seemed quite right anymore,. She couldn't shake off feeling like an unknown entity watched over now here even safe here within these confines.
As Ashley entered her dorm room, she was met with a sight that made her blood run cold. On the floor, neatly arranged in a deliberate pattern, lay four coils of rope. Her mind racing with a sense of foreboding, Ashley tried to turn and leave, but it was too late. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and she heard the unmistakable sound of the lock engaging.
"Who's here?" Ashley called out, trying to keep her voice steady. But there was no answer. The room seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
And then, the ropes began to move. At first, it was just a slight twitching motion, as if an invisible force was stirring them to life. But as Ashley watched in horror, the ropes started to dance across the floor, their ends weaving and bobbing in a sinuous rhythm.
The ropes seemed to be drawn to Ashley's wrists and ankles, slowly rising up from the floor like snakes slithering through the grass. As they moved closer to her limbs, they formed loops that hovered tantalizingly in mid-air. It was as if some unseen force was coaxing her into submission, urging her to offer up her wrists and ankles for binding.
Ashley tried to step back, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. The ropes continued their hypnotic dance, weaving loops around each wrist and ankle until all four were encircled by their unyielding coils.
As she stood there frozen in terror; Ashely heard faint giggling echoing through air - muffled sounds like those from mischievous children sharing private joke - made all more ominous by silence surrounding.
The ropes now taut around limbs gently yet firmly coaxed Ashely onto bed where spread-eagled position only amplified helpless ticklish fears. Arms flung wide overhead exposing armpits while legs stretched out far apart showcased vulnerable torso plus those ever so sensitive inner thighs which quivered at every brush against fabric
Tied down securely wrists bound above head level ankles secured below spread wide & immobile on this Dorm bed: Ashley lay completely exposed while mystery forces still lingering invisibly held total control over this hopeless situation
As Ashley lay tied down on her bed, she wanted to call out for help, to scream at the top of her lungs and hope that someone would hear her. But as she opened her mouth to cry out, she was shocked to feel what seemed like an invisible finger placed across her lips. The gentle pressure was accompanied by a soft "Sshhh", a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
Frightened and unable to utter a sound, Ashley's eyes widened in terror as she saw a large red clear candy like penis gag slowly approaching the entrance to her mouth. The sight was so shocking that she lay there frozen, unsure of what to do.
As she stared at the approaching gag, she heard a calming voice whispering in her ear: "Open up." The words seemed to have an involuntary effect on Ashley's body, and her mouth partially opened without her even realizing it. It was as if some hidden part of her mind had responded to the command without consulting her conscious self.
But as soon as she realized what was happening, Ashley tried to close her mouth and resist the invasion of the gag. However, it was too late. The penis-like candy gag was already being pushed into her oral cavity, its smooth surface gliding over her tongue and teeth with an unnerving ease.
Ashley's mind recoiled in horror as the gag filled her mouth, its sweet flavor overwhelming her senses. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized that she was completely helpless, unable to speak or cry out for help. The invisible forces holding her captive seemed determined to silence her completely.
As the gag settled into place, Ashley's eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for any sign of escape or rescue. But there was none - only the oppressive silence and the unseen hands that held sway over every aspect of this nightmare scenario
As the gag slid into Ashley's mouth, it filled her oral cavity with its smooth, sweet surface. The sensation was both familiar and yet utterly alien, like a parody of intimacy. The invisible hand guided the gag with a gentle yet firm touch, sliding it in and out of her mouth in a teasing rhythm.
At first, Ashley thought that the gag might be removed, that this was some kind of cruel test to see how she would react. But every time she thought that the gag was about to be pulled out, it would slide back in, deeper this time, until it touched the back of her throat. The sensation was both startling and terrifying, leaving Ashley gasping for air through her nose.
As the gag continued to tease her mouth, Ashley felt fingers tracing paths along her skin, searching out her most sensitive tickle spots. They danced across her belly, making her muscles quiver and jump. They brushed against the soles of her feet, sending shivers up her legs. And they even grazed the underside of her breasts, making her nipples harden with a mix of fear and arousal.
The laughter that had been echoing through the room seemed to grow louder and more intense as the fingers teased Ashley's tickle spots. It was as if whoever or whatever was behind this torture was savoring every moment of Ashley's helplessness.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The binds that held Ashley down released themselves with a soft creaking sound. The laughter ceased abruptly, Leaving an oppressive silence in its wake.
As Ashley lay there bewildered and helpless, she heard one final phrase whispered in her ear: "There will be more Ashley, we hope you enjoy."
Ashley lay there frozen unsure why she wasn't removing penis shaped candy from mouth when all restraints were gone - until realization crept over face showing mixture shock plus slowly awakening thoughts as what possible motives could lead these people to come after college girl like herself next what Awaited?
As the door opened and closed with no visible person in sight, Ashley was left alone in her dorm room, still trying to process the events that had just transpired. The sudden silence and stillness were a stark contrast to the chaos and terror she had just experienced.
As she sat up, Ashley became aware of the candy penis still deep in her mouth. The sweet flavor had begun to overwhelm her senses, and she felt herself starting to drool. The sticky liquid dripped down her chin, and Ashley's eyes widened in embarrassment as she realized what was happening.
With a surge of relief, Ashley finally pulled the penis-shaped candy out of her mouth. But as she did, her fingers seemed to take on a life of their own, and she found herself sliding the candy in and out of her mouth once more. The motion was almost involuntary, as if her body was acting on its own desires.
Ashley's face grew hot with embarrassment as she realized what she was doing. The stroking motion of the candy in her mouth had awakened a spark within her, and she could feel her loins moistening in response. It was as if her body had betrayed her, responding to the sensual stimulation despite the fear and trauma she had just endured.
For a moment, Ashley forgot about the terror and confusion that had gripped her just moments before. All that mattered was the sensation coursing through her body, a mix of shame and arousal that left her breathless. But as reality began to set back in, Ashley's eyes widened in horror at what she had just done. She quickly dropped the candy on the floor, as if it had burned her fingers.
The sound of the candy hitting the floor seemed to snap Ashley back into reality. She looked around the room once more, taking stock of what had happened. The binds were gone, but the memory of their presence lingered on her skin like an invisible touch. And then there were those words - "There will be more" - echoing through mind leaving, deep insecurities growing now soon becoming visceral constant companion
Ashley fell asleep in her cheerleading uniform, the short skirt and tight top a stark reminder of the events that had transpired. She had been too exhausted and shaken to change, and now she lay on her bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her dorm room.
As she drifted off to sleep, Ashley's mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts. She was determined to believe that everything that had happened was just a dream, a wild and vivid imagination that had gotten out of control. She told herself that it was impossible for invisible hands to tie her up, for a candy penis gag to be forced into her mouth. It was all just a product of her own fevered imagination.
But when Ashley woke up the next morning, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside her. She tried to push it aside, telling herself again that it was all just a dream. But as she sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side, she felt an overwhelming urge to research the impossible.
She got out of bed and walked over to her computer, which was still on from the night before. She sat down in front of it and immediately started typing into Google: "invisibility". The search results poured in, ranging from scientific explanations of invisibility cloaks to paranormal claims of invisible entities.
As Ashley scrolled through the results, her phone buzzed on the desk beside her. She picked it up, expecting it to be one of her friends or maybe even a text from her mom. But instead, she saw a blocked number with a message that made her blood run cold: "Looking forward to having you again."
Ashley's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the message in horror. It was then that she realized that what had happened the night before might not have been just a dream after all. The words on the screen seemed to sear themselves into her brain, leaving no doubt that someone - or something - was watching her, waiting for their next opportunity to strike.
The room around Ashley seemed to grow darker and more menacing as she read the message again and again. She felt like she was trapped in some kind of twisted nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. And as she sat there frozen with fear, she knew one thing - this wasn't over.
As Ashley walked across the dimly lit parking lot, her short cheerleading uniform showcasing her toned legs, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. The night air was crisp, and the only sound was the distant hum of a car driving by on the nearby road. She had just finished a late-night class and was eager to get back to her dorm room, but as she approached her car, she started to feel a sense of unease.
At first, it was just a faint rustling sound, like leaves crunching beneath someone's feet. But as she turned to look around, there was no one in sight. The footsteps were light and cautious, as if someone was trying not to be seen. Ashley's heart began to beat faster as she quickened her pace towards her car.
As she reached out to open the door, she felt a sudden resistance. It was as if an invisible force had pushed it shut. Confused and starting to feel scared, Ashley looked around the deserted parking lot again. The streetlights cast long shadows across the ground, making it seem like dark figures were lurking just out of sight.
Suddenly, a gentle tickle on the backs of her knees made Ashley jump. She spun around, but there was still no one in sight. The tickle sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a wave of fear wash over her. She tried to tell herself it was just the wind or her imagination playing tricks on her, but deep down, she knew something wasn't right.
The tickle came again, this time more insistent. Ashley's skin crawled as she frantically looked around for any sign of who or what could be doing this. Her voice trembled as she called out into the darkness: "Who's there?"
There was one final tickle on her legs before an eerie whisper seemed to caress her ear: "We are Ashley." The words sent chills down her spine as Ashley realized that whoever or whatever was doing this knew her name. And then there was silence - an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate her.
Ashley's eyes scanned the darkness desperately for any sign of movement or life beyond what seemed like an ominous presence surrounding here...
Ashley's frustration and fear grew as she tried to open her car door again, only to have it pushed shut once more. It was as if an invisible hand was deliberately preventing her from escaping. And then, she felt it - several fingers lightly touching her calves, sending shivers up her legs. The touch was gentle, yet unsettling, and Ashley's skin crawled with unease.
She spun around, desperate to see who or what was doing this, but the parking lot remained eerily empty. The streetlights seemed to mock her, casting long shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. Ashley's voice shook as she called out again: "Is someone there? Who's doing this?"
This time, a different voice whispered in response: "Ticklish Ashley?" The words sent a jolt of recognition through her mind. Suddenly, memories came flooding back - memories of babysitting jobs and a group of mischievous boys who always seemed to find ways to trick her into some sort of tickle trap.
Those boys had been relentless, always waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and send Ashley into fits of giggles. She had never been able to resist their tickling attacks, and they had taken great pleasure in exploiting her weakness. As she stood there in the dark parking lot, Ashley couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of twisted reunion.
The whisper seemed to carry a hint of familiarity, and Ashley's mind racing with possibilities. Could it be those boys from all those years ago? But how did they find her here? And what did they want from her now? The questions swirled in her head as she tried to process the situation.
As she stood frozen in uncertainty, the fingers on her calves began to move upward, tracing gentle patterns on her skin. Ashley felt a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, but also a spark of curiosity. Who was behind this strange game of cat and mouse? And what would happen next?
Ashley's attempt to enter her car was met with a sudden and intense restraint. Several strong hands grasped her wrists, bending her forward over the hood of the car. She felt a surge of fear and disorientation as she realized she was completely at the mercy of her invisible assailants. Despite her struggles, she couldn't see anyone around her - no faces, no bodies, just an empty parking lot.
As she was held in this vulnerable position, Ashley felt hands pulling her ankles apart, exposing her in a way that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Her shorts had ridden up, revealing more of herself than she ever wanted to show. The humiliation and terror combined to make her feel helpless and trapped.
And then, the tickling began again - this time on the backs of her thighs. The sensation was excruciating, making Ashley squirm and struggle against the unseen forces holding her down. As she heard a voice whispering in her ear - "This is only the beginning!" - Ashley's mind went into panic mode.
She had no idea what these people wanted from her or what they were capable of. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she realized that she was completely at their mercy.
But just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The hands released their grip on her wrists and ankles, leaving Ashley stumbling backward in shock and confusion. She didn't wait to find out if they would return - instead, she quickly scrambled into her car and locked the doors behind her.
As she drove away from the parking lot, Ashley's heart racing with fear and adrenaline, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was far from over. The words "this is only the beginning" echoed in her mind like a sinister promise.
When she arrived at her dorm room, Ashley locked herself inside and tried to calm down. But as she looked around at the familiar surroundings - posters on the walls,, books stacked haphazardly on shelves -, nothing seemed quite right anymore,. She couldn't shake off feeling like an unknown entity watched over now here even safe here within these confines.
As Ashley entered her dorm room, she was met with a sight that made her blood run cold. On the floor, neatly arranged in a deliberate pattern, lay four coils of rope. Her mind racing with a sense of foreboding, Ashley tried to turn and leave, but it was too late. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and she heard the unmistakable sound of the lock engaging.
"Who's here?" Ashley called out, trying to keep her voice steady. But there was no answer. The room seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
And then, the ropes began to move. At first, it was just a slight twitching motion, as if an invisible force was stirring them to life. But as Ashley watched in horror, the ropes started to dance across the floor, their ends weaving and bobbing in a sinuous rhythm.
The ropes seemed to be drawn to Ashley's wrists and ankles, slowly rising up from the floor like snakes slithering through the grass. As they moved closer to her limbs, they formed loops that hovered tantalizingly in mid-air. It was as if some unseen force was coaxing her into submission, urging her to offer up her wrists and ankles for binding.
Ashley tried to step back, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. The ropes continued their hypnotic dance, weaving loops around each wrist and ankle until all four were encircled by their unyielding coils.
As she stood there frozen in terror; Ashely heard faint giggling echoing through air - muffled sounds like those from mischievous children sharing private joke - made all more ominous by silence surrounding.
The ropes now taut around limbs gently yet firmly coaxed Ashely onto bed where spread-eagled position only amplified helpless ticklish fears. Arms flung wide overhead exposing armpits while legs stretched out far apart showcased vulnerable torso plus those ever so sensitive inner thighs which quivered at every brush against fabric
Tied down securely wrists bound above head level ankles secured below spread wide & immobile on this Dorm bed: Ashley lay completely exposed while mystery forces still lingering invisibly held total control over this hopeless situation
As Ashley lay tied down on her bed, she wanted to call out for help, to scream at the top of her lungs and hope that someone would hear her. But as she opened her mouth to cry out, she was shocked to feel what seemed like an invisible finger placed across her lips. The gentle pressure was accompanied by a soft "Sshhh", a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
Frightened and unable to utter a sound, Ashley's eyes widened in terror as she saw a large red clear candy like penis gag slowly approaching the entrance to her mouth. The sight was so shocking that she lay there frozen, unsure of what to do.
As she stared at the approaching gag, she heard a calming voice whispering in her ear: "Open up." The words seemed to have an involuntary effect on Ashley's body, and her mouth partially opened without her even realizing it. It was as if some hidden part of her mind had responded to the command without consulting her conscious self.
But as soon as she realized what was happening, Ashley tried to close her mouth and resist the invasion of the gag. However, it was too late. The penis-like candy gag was already being pushed into her oral cavity, its smooth surface gliding over her tongue and teeth with an unnerving ease.
Ashley's mind recoiled in horror as the gag filled her mouth, its sweet flavor overwhelming her senses. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized that she was completely helpless, unable to speak or cry out for help. The invisible forces holding her captive seemed determined to silence her completely.
As the gag settled into place, Ashley's eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for any sign of escape or rescue. But there was none - only the oppressive silence and the unseen hands that held sway over every aspect of this nightmare scenario
As the gag slid into Ashley's mouth, it filled her oral cavity with its smooth, sweet surface. The sensation was both familiar and yet utterly alien, like a parody of intimacy. The invisible hand guided the gag with a gentle yet firm touch, sliding it in and out of her mouth in a teasing rhythm.
At first, Ashley thought that the gag might be removed, that this was some kind of cruel test to see how she would react. But every time she thought that the gag was about to be pulled out, it would slide back in, deeper this time, until it touched the back of her throat. The sensation was both startling and terrifying, leaving Ashley gasping for air through her nose.
As the gag continued to tease her mouth, Ashley felt fingers tracing paths along her skin, searching out her most sensitive tickle spots. They danced across her belly, making her muscles quiver and jump. They brushed against the soles of her feet, sending shivers up her legs. And they even grazed the underside of her breasts, making her nipples harden with a mix of fear and arousal.
The laughter that had been echoing through the room seemed to grow louder and more intense as the fingers teased Ashley's tickle spots. It was as if whoever or whatever was behind this torture was savoring every moment of Ashley's helplessness.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The binds that held Ashley down released themselves with a soft creaking sound. The laughter ceased abruptly, Leaving an oppressive silence in its wake.
As Ashley lay there bewildered and helpless, she heard one final phrase whispered in her ear: "There will be more Ashley, we hope you enjoy."
Ashley lay there frozen unsure why she wasn't removing penis shaped candy from mouth when all restraints were gone - until realization crept over face showing mixture shock plus slowly awakening thoughts as what possible motives could lead these people to come after college girl like herself next what Awaited?
As the door opened and closed with no visible person in sight, Ashley was left alone in her dorm room, still trying to process the events that had just transpired. The sudden silence and stillness were a stark contrast to the chaos and terror she had just experienced.
As she sat up, Ashley became aware of the candy penis still deep in her mouth. The sweet flavor had begun to overwhelm her senses, and she felt herself starting to drool. The sticky liquid dripped down her chin, and Ashley's eyes widened in embarrassment as she realized what was happening.
With a surge of relief, Ashley finally pulled the penis-shaped candy out of her mouth. But as she did, her fingers seemed to take on a life of their own, and she found herself sliding the candy in and out of her mouth once more. The motion was almost involuntary, as if her body was acting on its own desires.
Ashley's face grew hot with embarrassment as she realized what she was doing. The stroking motion of the candy in her mouth had awakened a spark within her, and she could feel her loins moistening in response. It was as if her body had betrayed her, responding to the sensual stimulation despite the fear and trauma she had just endured.
For a moment, Ashley forgot about the terror and confusion that had gripped her just moments before. All that mattered was the sensation coursing through her body, a mix of shame and arousal that left her breathless. But as reality began to set back in, Ashley's eyes widened in horror at what she had just done. She quickly dropped the candy on the floor, as if it had burned her fingers.
The sound of the candy hitting the floor seemed to snap Ashley back into reality. She looked around the room once more, taking stock of what had happened. The binds were gone, but the memory of their presence lingered on her skin like an invisible touch. And then there were those words - "There will be more" - echoing through mind leaving, deep insecurities growing now soon becoming visceral constant companion
Ashley fell asleep in her cheerleading uniform, the short skirt and tight top a stark reminder of the events that had transpired. She had been too exhausted and shaken to change, and now she lay on her bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her dorm room.
As she drifted off to sleep, Ashley's mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts. She was determined to believe that everything that had happened was just a dream, a wild and vivid imagination that had gotten out of control. She told herself that it was impossible for invisible hands to tie her up, for a candy penis gag to be forced into her mouth. It was all just a product of her own fevered imagination.
But when Ashley woke up the next morning, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside her. She tried to push it aside, telling herself again that it was all just a dream. But as she sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side, she felt an overwhelming urge to research the impossible.
She got out of bed and walked over to her computer, which was still on from the night before. She sat down in front of it and immediately started typing into Google: "invisibility". The search results poured in, ranging from scientific explanations of invisibility cloaks to paranormal claims of invisible entities.
As Ashley scrolled through the results, her phone buzzed on the desk beside her. She picked it up, expecting it to be one of her friends or maybe even a text from her mom. But instead, she saw a blocked number with a message that made her blood run cold: "Looking forward to having you again."
Ashley's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the message in horror. It was then that she realized that what had happened the night before might not have been just a dream after all. The words on the screen seemed to sear themselves into her brain, leaving no doubt that someone - or something - was watching her, waiting for their next opportunity to strike.
The room around Ashley seemed to grow darker and more menacing as she read the message again and again. She felt like she was trapped in some kind of twisted nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. And as she sat there frozen with fear, she knew one thing - this wasn't over.
