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Every month, I gather ideas from my solitary-confinement-tier patrons and then let them vote on which idea they'd like to see made into a full-color, full-detail image. This month a particularly fitting Halloween idea won! So, I wrote a story to go along with it! I've done this in the past --- usually opting to upload them as beefy descriptions on the given image --- but this one ended up running a little longer, and I figured it might be a less absurd and cumbersome to read here. Anyway, I hope it's a fun read for you guys! I used to write a lot more fiction, but it has been a long time, and I'm pretty rusty (and not in the reference-counted, memory-safe kind of way 🦀)! (The link to the image is at the bottom, where it's most applicable.) ~~*~~ Ivy joined the Nitefield Paranormal Society last month in honor of the Halloween spirit — despite not being a particularly strong believer in the paranormal herself. Hey, there has always been an explanation for the stuff she's experienced, and surely all those ghost stories she'd heard were from really suggestible people or outright liars... right? Well, believer-or-not, she figured going on a few ghost hunts would at least be entertaining. And maybe her more rational mind would help her debunk any weak evidence before the NPS (semi-affectionately referred to as the "Nips" 😆) embarrassed themselves publicly! Orbs... I mean, come-on! Dust, bugs, and a refusal to acknowledge depth always explained those away! "Come on, dudes. It's just an attic! The scariest thing up there is that hideous armoire!" Ivy said from the back seat of the SUV the team had laid-out as a base-of-operations. "And that isn't a face. It's pareidolia — like when you see a face on the side of a mountain or something." "Well then, Ms. Science. You get the attic when we do isolated sessions," Troy responded with an awkwardly twisted spine as he tried to orient himself toward the conversation. "Look, Ivy, I know you want to prove how fearless you are, and whatnot," Petra chipped in from the driver's seat, "but this one is different. We've been around the block a few times, you know? And I'm telling you, this could be dangerous. You heard the family, right?" She didn't mimic Troy, instead keeping her focus on the silhouetted house outside her window. "You don't seriously believe that, right? I mean, if all of what they said was true, why is the best evidence they could come up with a smudge or something... I don't even really see a face in this." Ivy squinted closely at the picture as she tried to push the admittedly goofy face she thought she saw within the circled blob. "I'm in support of giving Ivy the attic, if she wants to be a badass so badly," Drew said from the other seat. "She's been investigating for a month — there's no way she's ready for what could be in that attic!" Petra snapped. This time she was turned around to face the rest of them. Based on the jiggling of her black-glass earrings alone, everyone in the truck understood that this was serious to her. "I think you guys are just trying to creep me out before we go in there to set up. We're just burning precious sunset-prep-time, and it isn't working on me." Truth be told, Ivy would normally have been a bit more mellow with her skepticism. But right now, she needed to pee and wasn't entirely on-board with wasting any more time outside. The other three seemed to be about as fed-up with the whole discussion as Ivy was, though none of them noticed her wiggling knees and put two-and-two together. (Maybe if they could, they wouldn't fall for some of their false-positives?) "Fine." Petra un-clicked her seatbelt and opened the driver-side door. “Let’s go. Ivy gets the attic, but she’s taking the salt.” Ivy followed her around to the trunk to fetch some of their gear. “As if a fucking condiment is going to stop the etherial forces of evil!” Admittedly, she was proud of that one. Petra was not so amused, as she stared at the green-haired girl and shoved a little bottle into her arms. “Take. The. Fucking. Salt.” ~~ Ivy had been right to get the group moving at least — setting up all the static cameras and bringing the monitors online swallowed what little remaining sunlight they had left. And Ivy took no time “proving” her point by carrying one of them all the way up into the attic before anyone else even managed to enter the house. Though, setting up the camera was only half of her mission. Once the camera was in place and on (she forgot to check that on an earlier investigation), she descended the creaky attic stairs and started poking open every door she came across in the hope of finding a bathroom. The house was pretty damn creepy. Not abandoned-creepy, though it had been ditched, apparently. The family had left too recently for there to be much of the decay characteristic of a “typical” haunted house. Rather, it was just a mess of random items and furniture — oddly not taken with the family when they moved. And a duvet haphazardly draped over a few stacked boxes had a way of looking like a hunched figure in the darkness. Finally, a bathroom. Ivy entered, clicked the lock on the door, side-eyed the mirror as she passed toward the niche where the toilet was. “FUCK!” “Whoa, whoa! Ivy?!” Troy’s heavy footsteps clomped up the stairs outside the bathroom, before he was frantically rattling the locked doorknob. “Are you alright— did you see something?!” The lock popped and Ivy opened the door only for Troy to muscle his way past her with his camcorder at the ready… Perhaps ill-advisedly, given the setting. “No. It’s just—” “Oh wow, that toilet is fucked. I bet you think that’s why they up-and-left, right?” Troy interrupted, kneeling down to gather unnecessary footage of the broken commode. He wasn’t wrong. The bowl was cracked in half, and the floor around it was mostly missing and the hole revealed the floor joists. “Twenty bucks says one of their kids broke it, didn’t tell the parents, since they didn’t want to get in trouble, and then the leak caused all this damage.” “Yeah, I don’t really care about that, Troy.” Ivy sighed and her face flushed. “I, just, kinda need to pee. I’m going to check for another bathroom downstairs.” “Want me to come with?” Troy said before he held his finger to his mouth. A loud creak rolled across the ceiling, as if something was walking around up in the attic. “NO!” Ivy hissed. “Shhh!” Troy again muscled past her, exited out into the hallway and began a sweep with his camera. ~~ The group gathered at the back of the SUV once the cameras were up to discuss their “plan of attack.” Ivy was the last to join them as she stiffly shuffled to the back of the huddle. “Better?” Troy whispered while Petra suggested an initial EVP sweep of the downstairs. Ivy’s frustrated expression coupled with the way her thighs were squeezed together answered his question. “Here,” Petra shoved a digital recorder into Ivy’s hands. “It’s already recording, so you don’t need to do anything.” She then handed Drew an EMF detector and pulled on the single head-mounted IR camera for herself. The group leader always got dibs on the cool stuff. “Does that sound good? Any questions?” “Uh, yeah — what if we need to pee, ‘cuz the toilet upstairs is broken, and there isn’t one downstairs?” Ivy smiled in an attempt to assuage the humiliation she was feeling, but she was getting pretty antsy. “Well, what do dogs do?” Drew asked with a chuckle as he clicked on the EMF-reader. “Fuck you, Drew! C-can we just, like, drive to a convenience store right quick—” “You can’t be serious, Ivy!” Petra groaned. “We just got everything set up!” “I know, b-but…” “Just hold it, for fuck’s sake!” Petra snapped. “And if you can’t, there’s plenty of backyard to pee on.” Drew shrugged. “I mean, it’s not ideal, but you gotta do what you gotta do.” “Look at where we are! How am I supposed to pee in the backyard — we’re in the middle of a subdivision, and this house doesn’t even have a fence!” “I mean, Drew’s got a point. If it’s that bad, you could just pop a squat against the side of the house… I doubt anyone will see you,” Troy added, this time filming a wiggling and increasingly angry Ivy from above. “I’m a girl. The ‘process’ is a little less discreet for me!” “Everyone, just shut up!” Petra shouted. “I’m not wasting another second out here when we’re supposed to be in there gathering evidence for a family so they don’t look insane anymore!” “I know, I’m sorry, but could we please go to a store or something?” Ivy pleaded. “It will be so quick, I promise!” “Grow up, Ivy.” Petra then stormed off toward the house. ~~ Things rapidly accelerated once the investigation started. It started with footsteps from the second floor ceiling, which eventually evolved into the sounds of a full scramble down the stairs. That one chilled Ivy. Sure, it could be the structure, but to the point of her team, they really did sound unnatural. Debunking the cold-spots also became increasingly more difficult as they seemed to move around. One of them “stood” waist-high near a bedroom window — a draft, surely. Until it migrated out into the hallway. And the entire kitchen seemed to drop ten degrees within a couple minutes of them asking questions. Then, there was the door slamming — the one to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. Ivy didn’t have an explanation for that one… The other three were all in the living room with her. Petra’s face flashed from a momentary horror to a wild grin as she realized that this house was wearing down Ivy’s skepticism. Ivy was happy to leave the building for a regroup before their respective “solitary” sessions. Ok, ok, so these things were definitely weird, but that didn’t mean ghosts existed… The possibility excited her, though, as she realized she might be accomplishing what she set out to do in the first place — albeit, in the opposite way she expected. But even being on the precipice of getting a life-altering piece of confirmation that these people around her weren’t just suggestible fools, excited her less than something else: the solitary investigation phase meant they were almost ready to wrap up for the night. They hadn’t planned to stay there for much longer than two hours that night, and that Ivy needed that to be the case. Trudging up and down that staircase had worked up a sweat, and worse, a thirst. She tried to be “cautious” and only take small sips out of a water bottle so she could keep her mouth from getting dry, but soon the bottle was empty. And by now, Ivy NEEDED to pee. Her kidneys mocked her insolence as they continued to fill her already achingly-full bladder. Worse, they did this with a torturously slow dribble. Whatever footage the team had gathered, at least half of it must have shown Ivy bobbing, bending, and full-on pee-dancing. She was in such agony that she didn’t care when she caught Troy’s camera pointed directly at her wiggling ass and arched back. She needed to pee so badly that even the “ghosts” weren’t really bothering her any more. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she awaited Petra’s return from her solitary run-through. Only Ivy would go into the attic. “Holy!—” Troy exclaimed as he grasped at his agape mouth with utter disbelief. His shaking hands fumbled around his pockets and around the monitor in the dark trunk as he looked for his walkie-talkie. “P-Petra, you need to come out here!” “What did you see?!” Drew threw himself onto the keyboard and mouse as he rolled back the footage. “N-no fucking way…” Petra’s voice crackled through the shitty speaker with the same question. “Apparition!” Troy shouted before he realized he hadn’t pressed down the button. “A-Apparition! You have to see this!” “Look, right as she rounds the top of the stairs. There.” Drew stabbed the spacebar. His fingernail clicked against the plastic screen as he shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement. “What?” Petra jogged up to the back of the SUV only to be rendered completely speechless once she saw the monitor. “Th-that’s… creepy,” Troy said, finally breaking the silence. Ivy, who had taken a seat in the SUV to await her turn, mumbled a wavering “mhmm”, despite not really paying attention to what her team had just caught. The screen displayed a half-interlaced frame from the first-person footage of Petra’s head-cam. It was a shot from the top of the stairs leading to the second floor, looking in the opposite direction of the bathroom. The team had left the folding staircase to the attic down for easy access. It was right behind that staircase, visible through the gaps beneath each step. “I am so glad I didn’t see that. I was heading to the bedroom.” Petra said, apparently overwhelmed by the image. “Guys, that is the clearest image I have ever seen.” Drew backed away from the screen. “It’s completely irrefutable. Something is standing at the end of the hall.” “You can even make out the face.” Troy now used the cursor to trace over the elements, circling again and again like a fly looking for a place to rest. And based on the look of that thing, a fly would most certainly not be out-of-place. “I swear — that looks like it’s fucking screaming.” “Please d-don’t!” Petra shielded her face from the image, as if reality was settling in piece-by-piece. “I don’t want to look at it anymore.” She stepped back around the truck. “Who’s going in next?” Drew asked, perhaps rhetorically as the paleness overtaking Troy indicated that he had exactly no intention of volunteering. “ ‘Kay, g-guys,” Ivy started with gulp. “I-I know you want t-to do this whole ‘everyone goes in alone’ thing—” She paused to squeeze herself. “B-but, I’m literally gonna explode, here.” “We’re not leaving early, so no, Ivy,” Petra said monotonously as she held the steering wheel and stared out the windshield. “I’m not going in there with that!” Troy said from the back. “Sorry, not sorry — there is no way!” “Troy—” Petra started before she was cut off by Ivy. “Yep, thought so. S-so how about this? What if I go in there and d-do the attic and we just haul it to a fucking gas station when I’m done. I’ll get all the cameras too.” Petra looked back over the seats to the men still staring at the monitor. “P-please. I p-promise I won’t even rush it — I-I just need to know we’ll be out of here soon!” Petra sighed as both Drew and Troy shook their heads. “Fine.” “You can’t send her in alone with that! D-did you even look at this yet, Ivy?!” Troy protested. “N-nope. And, honestly… I d-don’t care.” Ivy said through gritted teeth. “Seriously, Petra?” Drew asked, resigned. “Well, she doesn’t believe in ghosts. We might as well give her the opportunity to get to see a real one,” Petra responded with the slightest grin. “Yep! Th-that! And, I got salt!” Ivy said with a smile, freeing up a single hand to shake the bottle like a tiny rattle. Whatever her team had “captured” was probably just another misinterpreted shadow or something… She could debunk that later, after she had a chance to pee. ~~ True to her word, Ivy didn’t rush her part of the investigation. She really couldn’t, given the fragility and fullness of her exhausted bladder. In through the front door. Up the really creaky staircase. Past the taunting, unusable bathroom. Turn left. Clomp-clomp-clomp up the steep attic stairs, and she was in position. “I-is anyone here who’d like to speak with m-me?” Ivy held out her tape recorder into the darkness. She pointed her flashlight beam toward the static camera to orient herself in the pitch-black attic. “C-can any presence here g-give me a sign?” This was followed by a loud bang or pop somewhere downstairs. Ice filled Ivy’s blood, but she quickly disregarded the coincidence, “G-good! Cool! Th-thank you!” She crossed her legs as she stood and bounced a bit. “We are the Nips — also known as the false-positive-hunters…” she muttered to herself as sweat ran off her forehead. She’d edit that out later. “Is th-there anyone here? C-can you do a bit more than just bang on some p-pipes?” Ivy reversed the crossing of her legs, in a weak attempt at easing her immense discomfort. “Nothing,” she said after a few seconds. And things continued as such for the next ten minutes — she would ask a question to an empty, old attic, and wait for the nothing that followed.” “Yep, yep. ‘Kay.” Ivy chirped excitedly once she realized her solo investigation was nearly over. “Pretty l-lame ghosts, guys,” she said as she turned to the static camera. Ivy froze. For the shortest moment, even her intense desire to urinate disappeared. The beam of her flashlight cast toward the bottom of the tripod — aimed low so as not to blot out the IR lens. No words entered her mind as her temples pounded with an intense fight-or-flight collision. Those weren’t supposed to be there. They blocked the view of the wall behind them, and they themselves were wrapped in the shadow of the tripod. They immediately dispelled any notion of “debunking”. They were a pair of legs. Ivy didn’t even scream — she couldn’t. The feet hung inches above the floor, toes pointed downward as if limp in death. The skin wrapped the bone tightly, emaciated like that of a mummy, and was a bruised gray in color. But just at the knee, the circle of Ivy’s flashlight cut-off, leaving the body beyond an implied silhouette. The door to the attic slammed shut, and this jolted Ivy back into consciousness. She spun around, her flashlight flailing wildly as she searched for the attic door. “Ivy— Ivy! What is it? What happened?!” Troy shouted through the radio. She whipped back around to the static camera only to see the plywood wall beyond. “Ivy.” Troy’s voice went low, slow, and serious. “Ivy. You need your salt right now.” She gulped as tears ran down her cheeks and she yanked the walkie-talkie to her lips. “W-what?! N-no, I’m leaving — Wh-where’s the fucking door?!” “Ivy. Listen. You need to draw a circle with your salt right now.” This was Drew. “N-no, I-if you just saw what I fucking saw!—” “Ivy. You can’t leave.” Finally, this was the voice of Petra. “It is just past the attic door. Circle, now.” Ivy again spun around, and angled the beam of her flashlight toward the floor in that direction, sheer panic taking hold as she realized her team could see what she could not. “STOP! Ivy, you do not want to see this. Draw. The. Fucking. Circle.” Again, this was Petra. Ivy’s arms could barely coordinate as she dug into her pocket and secured the small bottle. She had a difficult time spinning off the cap. She had to breathe, and calm herself. Before long, she was steadily pouring its contents out in a circle around herself. “No gaps, Ivy. It can’t have any gaps!” Drew’s voice broke through the speaker. Even he sounded panicked. Ivy delicately sat down in the circle, subconsciously crossing one thigh over the other. “G-guys, we really f-fucked this one up!” Drew must have been squeezing the button on the walkie-talkie, because it squelched after this before his voice came through once again. “I-Ivy, y-you didn’t, uh…” He paused, apparently to consult the rest of the team. “Y-you didn’t p-pee yourself when you saw it, d-did you?” Ivy’s heart fluttered in the adrenaline, as a certain biological reality once again made itself known. “N-no.” “Good.” This was Petra. “You are safe as long as you stay in that circle and the circle remains whole. Like, no gaps.” “Ok…?! What do I do now?!” Ivy’s eyes darted fruitlessly around the dark room, but she didn’t move her flashlight knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle whatever lurked within. “You can’t pee yourself, Ivy.” Troy said this utterly deadpan. “It’ll dissolve the salt… you have to hold it.” Panic, again. This time only tangentially related to the horror that surrounded her. “P-please tell me you’re joking.” “We are so sorry, Ivy…” Petra sounded utterly resigned. “W-we had no idea it would come to this.” “B-but…” “We would have t-taken you to a store earlier if we knew.” Drew sounded particularly upset. “There’s gotta be something she c-can do! Otherwise she’s gonna have to wait…” his words faded out as he moved away from the radio. Ivy swallowed hard. She squeezed her thighs together. “How long?” She dropped the walkie talkie onto the hardwood as the sound rustling rattled through the insulation in the eves. “You have to wait… t-two hours. Two hours ‘til sunrise.” Tears rolled down Ivy’s cheeks as a raspy moan came from behind the armoire. ~~ * ~~ Happy Halloween, guys! X)

Happy Halloween! I'm here today to ask a question. A question about candy. Well... Multiple question about candy. Do you like Reese's Pieces, M&Ms, or Skittles more? I don't know all of those type of candies of course. Especially not out of America. So I'm curious about it. Favorite bites type of candy? Any specific candy things you like? Peanuts, nougat, almonds, etc? What's your favorite type of chocolate? Fruity candy or Chocolatey candy? Sweet, sour, or salty? Favorite specific candy? As for me: I really don't like any of those bites types of candies. Airhead bites are really good. If I had to choose out of the ones I listed I'd say Reese's Pieces. Almonds are great! I like any extra stuff in my candy. Dark chocolate. I love it. Bitter and sweet. It's so good. It really depends on my mood. Chocolate has a lot more stuff that can be shoved into it. Sour and Salty. I love sour candy. Salty candy would mean there's some other stuff in it. Almond Joys and Mounds! And that's all folks! I didn't see a thread like this and I'm Halloween spirit.... I had to! (Also I know this post is pretty childish. I guess it's the Halloween spirit getting to me.)

“Saraahhh, hurry up!” rang an impatient voice from the other side of the door. “There’s not going to be any more candy left if we don’t go now!” Letting out a sigh, the short statured girl ignored the pleas. It wasn’t even really dark out yet, there’s no way anyone would run out of candy this early into Halloween night. “Why did I get stuck doing this again this year?” the girl scoffed, slipping on some socks and tucking her feet into a pair of shoes as she protested. Quickly hopping up off the edge of her bed and picking up a large pointy hat that was sitting beside her, she walked up to a nearby mirror and plopped it down on top of her head. “Besides, he should be old enough to go trick or treating on his own. Why does he need me to go with him?” But even after all of her protesting, the petite girl couldn’t help but grin as she admired herself in the mirror. Dressed in almost all black from head to toe, with a black corset, a short black skirt, all topped off with a pair of striped knee high socks and even a cape that covered most of her backside. She did a quick spin, twirling her skirt and cape around a bit, and feeling a slight blush stain her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of her panties being flashed in the mirror. Without any doubt, she held the appearance a young witch, and a pretty cute one at that. “Well.. it’s not so bad I guess.” she mumbled. After taking a few final moments to adjust some of the smaller details of her costume, she started to head downstairs. Right as she opened her door, her path was blocked by a small boy wearing a red robe of sorts with long white hair and a pair of dog ears attached to the top of his head. With arms crossed, he looked up at the girl with an impatient expression. “Shesh, took you long enough. I’ve been waiting here forever. Why do girls always take so long to get ready?” This costume was apparently based of some character from a popular anime series. A “half-human half-demon-dog” type character, which explains the ears at least. “Oh hush. You should be thankful I’m even taking you, just because you’re still too much of a scaredy cat to go on your own.” “S-Shut up! I’m not scared! M-mom wouldn’t let me go out by myself anyways.” scoffed the flustered doggy eared boy. “Oh? Wasn’t it you who kept nagging mom to go with you to start with? If you really want to go by yourself, I’m sure you could just as-” “No! I-I mean, it doesn’t matter now, you’re already dressed up and everything. You know you didn’t even have to wear a costume, right? I think you secretly still want to go trick or treating, even though you’re practically an adult. So don’t make fun of me!” “Un! T-That’s not true. I just.. thought I’d dress up to be festive, that’s all.” “Oh yeah? Is that way you’re bringing a candy basket too?” “Tch. If I have to take you, I just figured I might as well get something out of it. So, are you ready to go, imp?” “I’m not an imp, I’m a half-demo-!” “Yeah yeah, you’re a half-demon-dog-thing. Whatever you are, let’s go.” she responded, dismissively walking off towards the staircase while waving a hand in the air. After reaching the bottom of the staircase, they quickly received compliments from their parents on how adorable they both looked. Sarah topped off a large mug she was drinking from earlier with some freshly brewed coffee, and after grabbing their candy baskets, they both headed out the front door. They started off visiting the neighboring houses before eventually having to walk to some of the more distant streets. There seemed to be fewer people celebrating Halloween this year. There was a noticeable decline last year too. Not only that, but people seemed to be getting stingier with their candy. Years ago, people used to give all the kids handfuls of candy, now most parents seem to be handing out a strict limit of one candy bar per person. By the time their baskets were half full, it was already getting rather dark out and the temperature was starting to drop as the night sky took over. The drop in temperature made the girl resort to chugging down her coffee down for warmth. It didn’t take long before she had sucked the last drop out from her mug, and with it, the only thing helping keep her warm was lost. Her body started to turn cold shortly after. As she started to shiver, she felt an uncomfortable pressure starting to build up inside her. “..Hey, Imp, it’s starting to get kind of late.. we should probably head home now.” “I told you I’m not an imp! And I’ve almost filled my basket, can’t we wait a little longer?” “We really sho-...” “Pleeeeaseeee? Come on, I’ll even share some of my candy with you!” “Nnh.. fine.. but just a few more stops and that’s it... okay?” Without responding, her doggy-eared brother just smiled and nodded happily before quickly running off to the next house. “Man.. I really should have brought a jacket..” she groaned as she tried to catch up with her younger brother. But before she could reach the driveway, a sudden strong gust of wind caught her off guard. The cold breeze caused her body to tense up, and an uncomfortable sensation started to well up inside of her. With the gust continuing to flutter by, she froze in place as she started to shiver, wrapping her arms around her stomach to try and keep herself warm. “Look mom, hers has stars just like mine!” commented a young girl as she walked by. Confused, Sarah looked over at the child and blinked when she noticed the girl was pointing directly at her. When she noticed where the girl was pointing, her cheeks suddenly blazed a crimson red and her hands immediately bolted down to her skirt. While she was preoccupied with keeping herself warm, the sudden gust had been giving everyone behind her a nice clear view of her star printed panties. With her cheeks still on fire, she quickly pushed forward and moved to try and catch up to her brother, only to be met by him half way. “Hey, where’d you go?” he asked. “Nnh, nowhere. Let’s just hurry up and go to the next house.” “Don’t you want your candy? “No, it’s fine, let’s just hurry up so we can head home. Please.” It took the two a few minutes to reach the next house. As they continued walking, she was starting to grow increasingly restless. The uncomfortable pressure she had been ignoring was starting to quickly intensify. She could feel the coffee she had so carelessly chugged down earlier starting to hit her with a vengeance, and the freezing cold temperatures weren’t helping in the slightest. By the time they reached the next driveway, the pressure had nearly doubled in intensity, and it was becoming really hard for her to stand still. She told her brother to go ahead without her and waited at the end of the driveway. “Ahhnn.. I have to pee so bad.. I guess I shouldn’t have had so much coffee..” she grumbled to herself. Looking around her to make sure no one was near, she attempted to cross her legs together slightly, as inconspicuously as possible. A sudden wave of desperation hit her as she did, forcing her legs to lock together and ruining any subtlety her actions may have had. The pain made her wince and arch forward slightly. Something about these freezing temperatures made it so much harder to cope with these things. Every chill and shiver made her body feel weak. After a few moments, she saw her brother walking back her way. Carefully, she forced her legs apart, and stood back up straight, a slightly numbing pain running up her body as she did. As another pang of desperation hit her, and she felt her legs start to shake a bit, this time not from the cold. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” “N-Nothing, it’s just getting really cold out. And it’s getting really late. So let’s head back home now, okay?” Her brother was starting to look a little worn out from all the walking, so he didn’t protest much, and they both agreed to head back home. Trying her best to just ignore the urge, she somehow managed to keep herself walking a straight and steady path back. At least, for a little while she did. When another strong gust hit, her body unwillingly tensed up, and with nothing else to stop it, a foreign warmth suddenly spurted out into the witch girls panties. “...!!” Feeling her cheeks go hot, she immediately froze in place and bolted her hands down to her skirt, clenching her fist into the fabric and quickly locking her legs together at the same time. She regained control over herself before any real damage was done, but she felt like that might change if she moved even an inch. “Sis? Hey, sis, why did you stop?” As her younger brother looked back at her, it didn’t seem to take him long to figure out her predicament. “What are you doing, do you have to pee or something?” “Sh-shut up! Not so loud!” “Keh, well what did you expect? You’ve been sucking down whatevers in that huge cup of yours all night.” “Shut up I said! I don’t like this cold weather, and I didn’t think to bring a jacket, it was the only thing that helped!” After a few more moments passed, she managed to calm herself down and the pressure melted away, allowing her to stand back up straight and walk past her brother at a slightly faster pace than before. Every step she took now felt like it was causing her bladder to increase in size. After a minute passed, the pain became so bad she couldn’t force herself to walk straight. Unable to pay attention to where she was going, she stubmled over a rock on the side of the pathway, and the shock caused her to lose control for a second. “Pssshhhh!”, despite only lasting a few seconds, the spurt made an audible hiss as the wet warmth quickly soaked into the girls panties. In a panic, she bolted one hand down, shoving it up her skirt and grasping herself as tightly as she could, the short stream dying down to a trickle as it soaked through her panties and dampened her fingers. Blushing like mad and not caring who could see at this point, she started to speed walk as fast as she possibly could. The warmth in her panties quickly started to turn cold, and even with her fingers dug into them, the panties were starting to tickle her more with each step she made. Roughly 30 more seconds passed by and an even stronger wave of desperation hit her without remorse. Feeling powerless to stop it, a heavy spurt broke free and quickly warmed her panties again. The stream jetted out at full force, quickly soaking through her already wet panties and flooding into the palm of her hand, then pattering down to the sidewalk below as she continued to push forward. In an act of sheer desperation, she bolted for a nearby tree and threw herself against it, cramming both her hands into her skirt and all the way down into the front of her panties. She clasped her hands against the stream and pressed her legs as tightly together as she could, letting out a fairly load moan as she desperately fought off the urge to just give up and let herself go here. After a few moments passed by, she somehow managed to regain control again. The stream died down to a trickle, then finally stopped. The blissful feeling of relief filled her with a desire to just let go, but she knew that absolutely was not an option. Looking up, she saw a nearby house with the porch light still on. “T-There’s no way.. I can make it back like this.. I-I’ll have to ask.. I have no other choice..” she thought to herself, letting out a loud groan as she forced herself back up. Wobbling painfully to the front door, she rang the doorbell, but there was no response. She waited,and again rang the doorbell, her legs starting to quiver and grow weak. “I have to.. hold it.. nnghh..!” Moaning out loudly, she dug an arm back into her skirt, holding herself through the fabric and tightly clenching her fist shut. She felt herself losing strength as her knees started to give out. Just then, someone came and opened the door. It appeared to be a boy around her age. He was around the same height as her and had dark brown hair that was only slightly shorter than hers. “Sorry for that, trick or trea-.. eh? Hey, are.. are you okay?” The boy blinked in her direction with a slightly confused and concerned expression. She tried to open her mouth, but was suddenly lost for words. She didn’t expect a boy so cute and around her age to answer. How could she ask something so embarrassing to him?! “U-Uhm.. I... I...” She suddenly gasped out in reflex as an intense pain shout through her lower abdomen. Her fist clenched tighter and her legs twisted, starting to shake violently as she desperately forced some words out. “C-Can I.. Can I.. u-use the.. the.. the..” As the pain intensified, her cheeks burned a deeper shade of red than they ever had before. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she tried to force the last of her sentence out “Restroom.. Can I use the restroom.. p-please..! I need the restroom now!!” By the time she managed to stammer her words out, she started to lose it. A wave of desperation hit her harder than ever before, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It started with a few small spurts, those spurts turned into a light trickle, and that trickle quickly grew in intensity until it became a roaring hiss in a matter of seconds. Unable to maintain the strength to fight anymore, the girl quivered and gave in, letting her body relax. The stream quickly soaked through her panties again, and with nowhere else to go, the flood mercilessly poured down her legs like a waterfall. With her legs still arched inward, some of the stream parted and started to run down her thighs, soaking into her socks and pouring down to the concrete below in several directions. 10 seconds passed, then 20, then 30. Neither of the two had moved or said a word. The flood continued to pour out of the witch girl mercilessly, splashing down onto the porch below with loud pitter patters that only slightly muffled the intense hiss that was flooding her panties. Losing the will to fight anymore, her legs gave out. There was a sudden “splash!” as her butt got very warm and damp. In a complete daze, she looked down to see herself sitting in a large golden puddle that was spreading out in all directions. Looking back up, she felt tears welling in her eyes again, giving out light sobs as the boy in front of her looked down in shock, remaining speechless for a few more moments before finally managing to get some words out. “U-Uhm... H-Hey, you should probably come inside, you’re going to catch a cold like that..” mumbled the boy with his own cheeks flushed slightly red. But the girl was unable to move. She couldn’t do anything but sit there, frozen. “H-Here, can I help you..?” The boy leaned down and offered her a hand, pulling her back to her feet and leading her inside. “I think my sister might have a change of clothes you can use.. so.. wait here a moment please.” As the boy quickly turned around and ran up a staircase, the witch girl was left standing there, still in a daze with her clothes still dripping yellow liquids onto the carpet below.. A few moments later, the boy returned, carrying a black skirt that was slightly longer than the one she currently had on topped of with a clean pair of panties. “The bathroom is right over there, so, uhm.. h-here.” The boy offered the clothes to the girl, looking away shyly and scratching his chin. Accepting the clothes, she nodded gently and walked over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and letting out a sigh as she stripped out of her skirt and panties. As she started to come back to her senses, she dried off and slipped on the clean clothes, stepping out from the bathroom right after. “U-Uhm.. thank you.. for your help.. but.. you didn’t have to do allthis..” the girl said shyly, hiding her face as she did. “It’s okay, really.. uhm, accidents happen, right? Eheheh, I don’t mind, and my sister was more than happy to help.” he responded, giving her an encouraging smile at the same time. After promising to return the clothes tomorrow, she said her goodbye’s and headed for home again. In the end, she ended up having to bribe her brother with the candy she collected that night so he wouldn’t tell their mom about the incident.