Anna couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. It was a stupid dare, and she could have just ignored it, but she'd been trying to impress Tommy and his cousin all night, so she could hardly back down when she got called out. Any sensible dare would have involved a few minutes in the closet with one of them, streaking down the street, or maybe flashing her tits. Those would have been just fine. Anna was proud of her taut twenty two year tities afterall. They were only C cup, but no one that had gotten her clothes off had ever complained. They weren't huge, but on her tiny 5'2" body they had distracted students and teachers alike for years.
But she'd spent the first half of the party talking crap about everyone's favorite horror movies. She bragged about how she wouldn't be scared, how they wouldn't get her because fear wasn't really her thing, how she'd be the sole survivor of whichever franchise, and Tommy was more than a little skeptical, so when his turn came in their truth or dare game he'd dared her to get to the old house on the hill, stay there until midnight, and send them all a selfie for proof. It was stupid, but if she backed down then everyone would give her grief about it, nevermind that the only things that were scary about it were the possibility that Tommy might go home with Mary Thompson while she was away, and that the slutty nun costume she'd worn to the party that night was awfully chilly for the cold October night.
But she'd bit the bullet, put on her coat, and went anyway. She had a rep to maintain after all, and even if she didn't score with the handsome junior she had her heart set on, she'd at least score points with everyone who mattered. She'd also get some sweet pictures for instagram and jealousy from some of her sorority sisters, so it wouldn't be all bad. But it was fucking cold. It was a good thing there wasn't anyone around she thought, as she walked up the curving road to the top of a hill, because her nipples were so hard they were practically cutting through the thin black cloth of her sheer ragged top.
Anna looked up at the house as she turned off the road, her four inch stilettos clicking on the stairs to the front door. Everyone called it the hill house, even before that dumb movie. It used to be a pretty extravagant mansion before the owner lost everything in the 80s. Since then the land had been stuck in limbo as various creditors fought each other for scraps. It didn't matter - the stories were legion. He'd killed his family in the house. There was a fortune of drug money in the walls. It was built on an old graveyard. Anyone that stayed the night went insane. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. The truth was that every year the city put new plywood over the broken windows, and every year kids broke in to get high and homeless guys broke in to crash.
But tonight It was just an obstacle, and the sooner she could get upstairs, and take a few selfies, the sooner she could go back to the party and see if there were any guys left that were worth going home with. She was unsurprised to see that the door had been pried open, and was flapping gently in the breeze. Honestly it was more surprising that there was no one in the living room getting wasted or conducting some sort of seance or something she thought, as she picked her way through litter by the light of her cellphone and headed for the curving double staircase that led from the parlor to the second floor.
It was easy to see the beauty this place once had, even through the years of abuse and layers of graffiti. As each step creaked underneath her weight, she admired the hardwood floors and the intricate crown molding that hinted at the beauty of years past. When she got to the top she leaned against one of the railings and took a selfie at a high angle, giving everyone a good perspective of the creepy old house and of the cleavage practically bursting out of her faux habit. Then she pulled her top down a little more. Everyone she knew at the party would get the first one #aintnobitch, but only Tommy would get the second one. To remind him of what his stupid dare was making him miss out on.
Once that was done, all she had to do was waste the next thirty minutes until midnight, take another picture for everyone, and then she could head back and find someone to warm her up. The first bedroom she tried was locked - which was kinda funny considering what wretched shape the rest of the place was in. Maybe there was someone in their banging, she thought, as she went on to explore the other rooms to pass the time. She found two bathrooms that had long since rotted away thanks to water leaks, three bedrooms that all could most easily be told apart by the number of dirty needles and used condoms, and a lovely parlor that still had some of the stately grace that mansion was once suffused with... so long as you ignored the pentagram that someone had spray painted on the hardwood floor.
After Anna thought about it, she decided that this would be the best picture to send everyone, so carefully she sat down in the middle of the design and took a few test shots. The lightning was terrible, but it kinda worked for the mood she was going for after a couple filters. In a few minutes she'd send everyone a picture of her skirt just barely covering up her tiny black lace panties, and her fishnet covered legs spread as much as they could be without leaving the obvious pentagram with the caption 'What if I'd rather sell the devil something besides my soul?' The whole shot combined with her nun costume to be positively profane, and Anna loved it. She thought about taking another slightly more explicit version for Tommy, but decided she didn't want to seem too desperate.
After only a couple more minutes of waiting, when the clock ticked 12:01 without incident, she sent the photo, ignoring all the responses from her last picture and those wondering if she was okay. Let them sweat, she thought as she walked back to the stairs and the exit. When she got there she was surprised to find that the door that she had found locked earlier was now ajar, sending the first chill of her night as she noticed. It was nothing to worry about; she didn't even have to walk past it to leave. It was weird, but not her problem.
As soon as she put her first foot on the stairs though, she stopped and turned around. She'd seen everything else, so why not see the last room and complete the tour - for bragging rights if nothing else. Anna thought about it for only a moment before turning around and heading to the last door. Why not take a quick peek? It couldn't hurt.
The final room looked like it was the master bedroom, and Anna was immediately nervous as soon as she walked into the room, even if it took a minute to figure out why: unlike every other room in the building this one hadn't been completely wrecked. Sure, the ceiling was sagging in places, the wall paper was peeling, and dust coated everything, but there was no graffiti or litter in here like there was in the rest of the house. Indeed, the furniture was still covered in dust cloths and the bed was made. It was creepy. Why would people ravage the rest of the house for decades, but leave this room alone? Could the door really have been stuck for that long? It didn't seem likely.
Some small voice deep inside told Anna that she should leave right now, while she still could, but she ignored it. There wasn't any such thing as ghosts or demons, and if a junkie made a move on her... Well that's what she had a taser for. Besides, a room like this would make for a great backdrop for some more slutty shots. If she was going to blow her evening on this stupid dare, she might as well go all in. So Anna took her jacket off, threw it on one of the chairs, and after a brief look to make sure there weren't bugs or rat shit, she laid down on the bed, and started to go crazy with her pictures. This one spread, that one posed, and then of course, sinuously wrapped around one of the carved wood columns on the four poster bed.
After that she took a few with an oil painting - a portrait of a particularly creepy old guy against one wall, bent over a dresser, and of course she had to try to use the beautiful old mirror against the far wall into a selfie or two. But as soon as she got over there she froze. In the light of her phone and the full moon streaming in through the windows, she thought she saw someone standing between her and the door. That couldn't be possible though - with these floors she would have heard it coming, and even if she hadn't.. Why would they be wearing one of the sheets like some crappy ghost costume unless...
She turned around to find the stranger there, and gave him her best seductive look as she started walking slowly towards him in her slutty nun outfit.
