Thursday night and the house is 'settling' again. 🙄 Maria is insisting it's just the pipes expanding, but I know better. The air feels heavy and thick, like someone is breathing right down my neck. I can’t help but wonder... if this spirit is strong enough to slam doors, what else could it do? I keep imagining invisible hands tracing my waist, pulling me close, a phantom cock sliding between my thighs while I'm trying to do the dishes. The idea of being filled by something I can't see, a cold tongue lapping at my cunt while I scream for help... it makes my pussy so wet I have to change my panties. Am I crazy for wanting to be ravaged by the thing haunting us? Or is it just the isolation getting to my head? 👻🔥