Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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She walked into the old building and looked around the empty hallway. She noticed the equipment set up in the old office and went to check on the other three ghost hunters. Debbie stood there in the doorway confused at the empty office. She walked over and put her bag down. She sat down and began working on the cameras but then nothing came up on the screens, no cameras were even set up.
"For real?" She said upset as she pulled out her cell phone and tried calling Sherri.
All three phones rang and rang but went to voicemail. Debbie stood up and walked back out into the hallway. She walked to the stairs and went up them thinking the crew girls were setting up cameras upstairs. She got to the second floor and used her flashlight to look and found it empty. It was in a lot worse shape than the first floor. Ceiling tiles were falling down, wires hung from the ceiling as paint was peeling on the walls. She walked slowly watching her footing. He hid in the shadows watching the young woman in her tight jeans and tee shirt as she went down the hallway.
Debbie stopped as she felt a presence and looked back at the stairway. She studied it as she knew something was close to her. Debbie continued on her way down the hall as she muttered softly a chant. She knew it was dark evil but couldn't get a fix on his location as it moved around the shadows. Debbie came to a well lit area and turned around looking at the dim hallway.
"I know you're following me! I feel your evil presence! Be gone! Be gone from this place!" She yelled as she heard a low, evil laugh.
A gust of ice cold wind blew through the hallway. Ceiling tiles fell, paint flakes blew around as Debbie held her hands up blocking her face from the debris. Then her tee shirt was yanked and torn from her body. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at her purple bra and cleavage. The laugh grew louder and more evil as she realized he was too strong for her to even try to banish.