Hi /x/! So this happened to me and I wanted to share with yall.

Most abandoned places are quiet. very little is inside, but we try to take something so we can remember it. We took floor plans from a powerplant, letters from an abandoned storage unit warehouse, a wheel that attached to a drain, she likes it the most when it's featured in the video we make. So we're in an abandoned mason lodge outside of Pineville in North Carolina. We go at night to add to the spook factor, she likes the tinge of fear when she's exploring. We take our two phones for flashlights and one old cracked phone to record. We entered the side of the building so we aren't seen. It's a torn down building at the end of a torn down city block with two floors. the bottom is filled with broken church pews and old christmas decorations. There's a kitchen area with old jars of mustard and paint cans. next to the side entrance is a cement stair well. I tell my girl that I can fuck her on the stairs(stairs work well for doggy because she's 5'3" and I'm 6'4") but she wants to get fucked up stairs against a broken window. Usually we don't climb stairs because they might break, but the stairs were literally cement so we decided to go up stairs. as we walked up we realized it's also the only way down, but I wasn't going to punk out like a bitch so we kept climbing. At the top there was a hallway that went all the way to the other end of the hall. to the right, there was a busted door that revealed bathroom stalls. My girl walks right in like the white girl in a horror movie she is. I decide to stay put and look around. She walks in there and while I'm peering into the hall way looking for homeless or animals, a figure leans forward from a room at the end of the hallway.

I cover the light on my phone and freak right the fuck out. I whisper shout to my girl "shitttt!!!" My girl immediately runs to me and latches on to my arm. We didn't say or move forever, it seemed forever. Finally she says "What was it?" and that's when my mind finally started to analyze what it was. My mouth blurted out "It was a girl." As I said it, my mind flashed an image of the girl. Short with long hair and a pretty face. At that moment, for no reason, I had a thought that completely changed my life. "I want to fuck that ghost." I never realized it, but all at once it became so clear. Why be scared of a girl ghost!? If she was real she wouldn't be a barbie doll, She must have tits and a puss. What would catch her of guard more than a dude wanting to smash? Then I have my second life changing thought. The ghost might not want to get fucked, but I would still smash. So the next thing I said with a confidence that I've never had in my entire life was: "I'm going to rape that ghost!"

My girlfriend later told me she thought I was obviously joking, but when I grabbed her hand and walked forward, she got really scared, and she says she tried to tell me to stop. I walked into the hallway. I marched forward without hesitation. Never in my life had a movie, or a video game, or any situation so perfectly suspended my disbelief like that moment. My mind fully believed I had found a girl ghost and I was going to rape it. My determination felt like redemption for every moment in those alien or bigfoot specials where I screamed at the television to the eye witness who didn't get close enough to get a clear image, or a still video. I was gonna rape rape rape.

I reach the end of the hallway and pointed my light into the room. Immediately two girls who were scrunched up against the wall screamed. We all screamed. They were not ghosts. They were both high schoolers exploring and probably doing drugs there. We had a good laugh and they showed us a chest filled with old mason indian registration cards and records. My girl was horny from the encounter and was grabbing at my junk when the two girls weren't looking. Then I went for a kiss and she wouldn't let me go. When the girls looked back we didn't give a daaaammnnnn and she started sucking me off in front of the girls. the two girls awkwardly sat down next to me and shined there phones in my girls face and watched. When my girl off her knees to ride me, we heard police sirens and one of the girls punched my girlfriend in the jaw as she ran out of the corner and they left us! Apparently it was a false alarm though, so we ran back to our car and my girl showed me a small purse wallet thing that she snatched while she was sucking my dick. She says it was just on the chest I was sitting on. Inside was $8, a bunch of gift cards, a subway punchcard, and a high school ID with the girls face on it. For the next few weeks she begged me to cum in the purse and track down the girl to give it back. We haven't done that yet, but who knows, we might if we go back to Pineville, but that's 3 hours away. The end.

Since that night I carry another old phone loaded with porn to play in a spooky situation, my thought is that ghosts would be thrown by the fucking, especially oldtimey ghosts. until then I tried playing sponge bob once, but it somehow made it creepier.

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I kek'd

I also wonder why are there no black people or asian ghosts? Its always white people.

Are ghosts racist?

>>18686905
there are asian ghosts but they stay in chinatown except when they try to steal the ankaran sarcophagus