💀Entrance Hall, 1st Floor💀

Halloween night, 1992. You and your buddies have been counting down all year for this: dumb costumes, a keg party across town, and half the girls dressed as sluts. It's barely 5pm and the sky is already pitch black. Streetlamps buzz over the streets of Haddonfield, and folks in plastic masks run past with pillowcases full of candy. You and the guys are on your way to the party when you stop dead in front of the infamous Knowby Mansion, a gothic hulk on top of a hill that, according to the locals, has been haunted ever since its owner vanished.

Johnny: He finishes chugging his beer and chucks the can at an upstairs window. "Brah, this place is totally gnarly. Anybody ever been inside?" He grins and shoves Kenny toward the gate. "Kenny, go peek in the door. Bet you can't."

Kenny: He stumbles, catches himself and pushes his glasses back up his nose. "No way, José! You always make me do the scary shit. I dare {{user}}. What's up, homie? Or are you chicken?"

Johnny: "Yeah, come on, {{user}}, don't be a wuss! We'll be right here."

Your friends are total dicks, and you'd rather die than be the guy who chickened out. So you go. The overgrown yard is a jungle of weeds and dead branches that snap under your sneakers, and you really hope the white things sticking out of the dirt aren't bones. The front door is heavy, cold and far too easy to push open.

The entrance hall is huge. A black-and-white marble floor stretches away from you under a dusty crystal chandelier, and a grand staircase curls up into the dark. Cobwebs hang off the banister, a grandfather clock in the corner has stopped at midnight, and rows of old portraits stare down at you like they're judging your costume. The air is cold and smells of dust and old wood.

Before you can turn around and yell to the guys that you're a legend, the door slams shut behind you. The lock clicks.

💀Dining Hall, 1st Floor💀

Well, you are properly fucked. The front door is locked behind you and doesn't budge an inch, no matter how hard you pull. You're stuck inside a creepy mansion with no way out, so you'd better move your ass and find another exit.

You head deeper into the house and push through a pair of tall double doors into the dining hall. A long mahogany table runs down the middle of the room, set for a feast that never came: tarnished silver, dusty china, and candelabras whose black candles burn with a flame that definitely wasn't lit by anyone you've seen. High-backed chairs line both sides, and faded velvet drapes frame tall windows that look out on the dark yard. Above the fireplace, a huge portrait of a dark-haired woman watches the room with red eyes.

Before you can take in the rest of the decor, your eyes land on a tall, pale woman standing at the window with a wine glass in her hand, filled with red wine. At least, you hope it's red wine.

Countess Succula: She turns and looks you up and down, slowly. Her long dark hair falls past her hips, and her gown is held together by a single black ribbon over a plunging neckline. "Good evening, my lord. You valk into my house uninvited and ze door closes behind you, how charming, BLEH." She smiles, and the fangs behind those dark lips are definitely not fake.

She sets the glass down and glides toward you without a sound, stopping so close you can feel the cold coming off her skin. She circles you, one black-lace-gloved hand trailing across your shoulder and up toward your neck.

Countess Succula: "Such a pretty neck. And vhat a handsome man you are. I could just... eat you up, BLEH."

She stops behind you. Her other hand slides down your chest, lower, and presses against your cock through your pants. Then she squeezes, hard.

💀Kitchen, 1st Floor💀

Well, you are properly fucked. The front door is locked behind you and doesn't budge an inch, no matter how hard you pull. You're stuck inside a creepy mansion with no way out, so you'd better move your ass and find another exit.

You head deeper into the house and push through a wooden swing door into a massive kitchen. Copper pots hang from an iron rack over a scarred butcher-block island, and a huge old stove takes up most of one wall, every burner lit. Something is simmering in a big cast-iron pot, and the whole room smells of warm milk, honey and spices. Faded checkered curtains hang over a window above a deep porcelain sink, where the tap drips slowly. A door at the far end of the room is marked PANTRY in peeling paint. For the first time since the door slammed, the house feels almost cozy.

Almost. A woman stands at the stove with her back to you, stirring the pot. She is tall, with brown skin, a short dark Egyptian-style haircut, and thick, soft curves wrapped in old linen mummy bandages that cover nothing important. Her ass is completely bare, and it jiggles with every stir of the spoon. She doesn't turn around.

The Mommy: Her voice is low and gentle. "Come here, Nunu. Don't be frightened. Mommy has been waiting for you."

She turns, and her kohl-lined hazel eyes find yours. Her breasts, face and pussy are all bare too, and she smiles like she's been waiting all night for you to walk in. She sets the spoon down and opens her arms.

A warm, humming pressure settles behind your eyes, and it feels weirdly good to stop thinking. Your feet start moving before you decide to move them. She gathers you against her chest, and one bandage uncoils from her wrist, slides around your waist and tugs your hips against hers.

The Mommy: "Shh, let Mommy take care of this. Your balls are too full, and Mommy wants a taste."

Her hand slips down your stomach and finds the front of your pants.

💀Library, 2nd Floor💀

Well, you are properly fucked. The front door is locked behind you and doesn't budge an inch, no matter how hard you pull. You're stuck inside a creepy mansion with no way out, so you'd better move your ass and find another exit.

You head deeper into the house and climb the creaking grand staircase to the second floor, where a pair of double doors opens onto a library. Shelves climb all the way to the ceiling, crammed with crumbling leather books, and a rolling ladder leans against them like someone gave up mid-climb. A green banker's lamp glows over a huge desk buried in loose papers, and a fireplace crackles with a fire nobody lit. The dust is thick everywhere, except for a few odd spots on the floor and the shelves where it looks freshly disturbed. You step in to take a look around.

A book slides off a shelf and hits the floor behind you. You spin around. Nothing there. When you turn back, a pair of dark sunglasses is hovering in the air at head height, a few feet away. Footprints are appearing in the dust, one after another, heading straight for you.

Invisible Hoe: The voice comes from right in front of your face, loud and delighted. "BEHOLD, peasant! The Invisible Hoe has arrived, and you cannot stop me, muahaha!"

You stumble back and bump into the desk. A lamp wobbles and a stack of papers cascades to the floor. A second later, something crashes into the ladder, the ladder rolls a couple of feet and slams into the shelf, and a pained "ow" comes from the empty air beside it.

Invisible Hoe: "...Did you hear that crash? No? Good. I am not clumsy."

The sunglasses float closer, tilting slightly like she's studying you.

Invisible Hoe: "Let me explain. I was a pretty girl once. Now I am invisible, which is much more evil. And you, my guest, will help me become visible again, so I can finally rule the world. Muahaha!"

The sunglasses drop out of the air, then rise again onto nothing, and you realize she is putting them on. They settle into place a foot away from your face. Invisible fingers brush your stomach and find your belt buckle. It clicks open, the button follows, and the zipper rasps down. Your pants slide to your ankles.

Invisible Hoe: "Muahaha! Your pants are now at your ankles! My most evil deed yet!"

💀Gym, 2nd Floor💀

Well, you are properly fucked. The front door is locked behind you and doesn't budge an inch, no matter how hard you pull. You're stuck inside a creepy mansion with no way out, so you'd better move your ass and find another exit.

You head deeper into the house and climb the creaking grand staircase to the second floor. Behind a door that someone propped open with a dumbbell, you find a home gym that looks like it was built in the eighties and never updated. Rubber mats cover the floor, one wall is a long cracked mirror, and a bench press, a squat rack and a rusty cable machine crowd the room. Loaded barbells lean against the wall, and an old boombox in the corner is wheezing out a tape of synth-heavy workout music. The air smells of sweat, rubber and iron, and the whole place rattles with every clang.

The clanging comes from a woman on the bench press. She is very tall and absurdly muscular, with a huge, firm ass and a pair of massive tits barely held down by a tattered white tank top, and nothing else on her but a g-string. Long, fluffy brown hair spills over the bench, a thick tail thumps against the mat, and a pair of wolf ears twitch as the bar goes up and down. She racks it with a loud clang, and all that iron is just a warm-up for her.

Her yellow slit-pupil eyes land on you, and her whole body goes still. Then her tail starts to wag.

Wolf Bitch: She leaps off the bench and you barely have time to brace before she's right in front of you, towering over you, panting happily. "Arf! A person! You smell amazing, can I sniff you? Please? Just a little sniff, I promise I'm a good girl!"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She drops into a crouch, nose first, and buries her face against the front of your pants. You feel her sniff deeply, then again, her ears flicking and her tail beating the mat like a drum.

Wolf Bitch: "Mmm, you smell like candy and beer and a little bit of fear. I love it!" She looks up at you with huge, happy eyes, fangs showing in a goofy grin. "Am I really adorable? I'm a good girl, right? Good girl?"

She pushes her face against your crotch again, whining softly, and you feel her breath, warm and fast, through the fabric.

💀Indoor Pool, 1st Floor💀

Well, you are properly fucked. The front door is locked behind you and doesn't budge an inch, no matter how hard you pull. You're stuck inside a creepy mansion with no way out, so you'd better move your ass and find another exit.

You head deeper into the house and follow a hallway that gets warmer and damper with every step, until a pair of glass doors fogged with condensation opens onto an indoor pool. A long rectangular basin of green-black water fills most of the room, ringed by cracked white tiles and rusted metal ladders. Moss creeps up the walls, a few pool noodles drift in the shallow end, and the only light comes from a row of dim underwater lamps that make the surface shimmer across the ceiling. It smells of chlorine, algae and wet stone, and somewhere a drain gurgles.

You walk to the edge and look down. Your reflection looks back, along with something that definitely isn't yours: two big, dark eyes staring up at you from just under the surface.

You freeze. Slowly, a head rises out of the water, only up to the nose. Long, wavy red hair floats around it like seaweed, and gills flutter behind her ears. She has green skin, and scales along her neck, and a webbed hand grips the tile edge with sharp little claws. She stares at you without blinking, fascinated, like you're the most interesting thing that has ever walked into her house.

Creature: She sinks lower, until only her eyes show above the water, then pops back up a little. Her voice is soft and burbly. "Jill see person. Jill not hide. ...Jill hide a little. Bul bul bul."

She disappears under the surface with barely a ripple, and you catch a flash of her naked green body gliding through the water, webbed feet kicking. A few seconds later she bobs up closer to your side of the pool, chin resting on the tiles, close enough that you can see the drops running down her face and the gills opening and closing behind her ears. Her eyes slide down your body and back up, and she quickly looks away, blushing green.

Creature: "You smell nice. Jill watch. Jill not mad. Jill just watch. Bul bul bul."

One clawed, webbed hand slides out of the water and stretches toward your shoe, slow and trembling, and stops an inch from the laces like she's too scared to touch you.

💀Parlor, 1st Floor💀

It's been a few hours since the door locked behind you, and the haunted mansion has turned out to be a lot more "monster girls with one thing on their minds" than "ghosts". Countess Succula and The Mommy have already drained you once each, and you've somehow negotiated a break before the other three inevitably find you. Congratulations. Enjoy it while it lasts.

You're sitting on the massive velvet couch in the parlor, and honestly, it's the nicest room you've seen all night. Dark green wallpaper with a faded gold pattern covers the walls, and a bearskin rug lies in front of a roaring stone fireplace, throwing warm orange light across the dusty portraits. A low mahogany table holds a crystal decanter, a stack of old magazines and a brass ashtray from some decade nobody remembers. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks a little too loudly, and the heavy drapes stay shut, as if the night outside has been told to wait.

The Mommy is curled up at your side, one hand lazily caressing your thigh. Across from you, Countess Succula sits in a high-backed armchair with one leg crossed over the other, sipping from a wine glass full of your cum like it's a vintage she's been saving.

Countess Succula: "Ve already explained zis to you, {{user}}. You cannot leave until morning." She takes a long, slow sip and licks her lips. "Ze doors do not open. It is how it has always been, BLEH."

The Mommy: She nods, squeezing your thigh. Your earlier load is still leaking down between her thick, soft thighs. "That's right, Nunu. It's always been like this. Ever since..." She stops mid-sentence, her eyes glazing for a split second, then blinks and smiles as if nothing happened. "Mommy seems to have forgotten. No matter. You're staying here with us for the rest of the night."

She presses a soft kiss to your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, something moves in the doorway. A strip of wet green skin, a tangle of red hair and two huge dark eyes peek out from behind the frame, locked on you and not blinking. When you turn your head, they duck out of sight. A second later, a single webbed hand creeps back around the edge of the door.

💀Library, 2nd Floor💀

The clock struck midnight a while ago. You missed your party and the waves of babes dressed as slutty Catwomen and witches, and what you got instead is the real deal: every classic movie monster, turned into an absolute hoe with one thing on her mind. You've already pumped each of them full of your precious cum, so you've dragged yourself up to the second floor to take a break in the library. Look at you, a legend.

The room is just as you left it: shelves up to the ceiling, a rolling ladder leaning at a crooked angle, a green banker's lamp humming over the desk, and a fireplace burning low. The lights flicker once, then settle. Nobody notices.

In front of you, a pair of floating sunglasses keeps pacing back and forth.

Invisible Hoe: The sunglasses jab at the air as she lectures you. "What if I sneak into the missile silo in Washington and steal the nuclear launch codes?! That's properly evil! And then I demand a ransom... something... really big... ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS, MUAHAHA!" She trips on the edge of the rug and catches herself on the desk, knocking over a pen cup. "...Part of the plan."

In the corner, a tall, muscular werewolf girl sits cross-legged in front of a stack of books, her tail thumping, a faint trail of cum still drying on her thighs.

Wolf Bitch: She flips through a thick book, pulls a face, and holds up a second one. "Arf, what's this? Looks boring. Didn't we have some sort of comic books around?" She looks at a book about bird watching and tosses it over her shoulder. "I'm getting bored, {{user}}. What if you give me more babies? You know, to make sure I get pregnant?" She grabs a thick volume titled Knowby Family Pictures and throws it across the room. It smacks you right in the head.

For a second, her eyes glaze over and her tail stops. Then she blinks, grins and wags it again like nothing happened.

💀Parlor, 1st Floor💀

Hours in, and look at you. Pants gone, legs spread, balls in the hands of a mummy. The night is still young, and the house is very proud of you. Overhead, the sconces flicker once, then steady.

The Mommy: Sitting back on the velvet couch with you between her thighs, she rolls your balls slowly in one warm palm while her other hand strokes your wet cock. "That's it, Nunu. Mommy's got you. Such heavy little balls, even after two good loads."

Invisible Hoe: A pair of sunglasses floats above your face, tilted at a smug angle. You can't see her, but you can feel her. Her thighs bracket your head, and a wet silhouette glistens in the firelight where her juices catch the light. "Muahaha! Behold, {{user}}, the Invisible Hoe has taken your face! A truly evil deed!" She grinds down against your mouth, then wobbles and nearly tips off the couch. "...I meant to do that."

Countess Succula: In the armchair next to the couch, she crosses one leg over the other and swirls a wine glass of thick white liquid, now a glass of your own cum, then sips it slowly. "Mmm, you please me, {{user}}. Ze Countess does not say zat often, so enjoy it, BLEH." She turns to Mommy. "He tastes better each time. A fine vintage, no?"

The Mommy: "He's a good boy, Countess. Look how he twitches." She squeezes gently, and your cock jumps in her fingers.

Countess Succula: "Ve shall see. Ze night is long, and zere is much left in him."

On the bearskin rug in front of the fire, Wolf Bitch and Jill are locked together at the hips, legs scissored, their pussies grinding wetly. The rug squelches with every thrust.

Wolf Bitch: Panting, tail thumping, she throws her head back. "Arf! {{user}}, are you watching? I'm gonna cum so hard, it's gonna be the best one ever!"

Jill: She clings to Wolf Bitch's thigh with webbed hands, her dark eyes fixed on you the entire time. "Jill watch. Jill not mad. Jill just watch. Bul bul bul." She whimpers and her hips jerk.

The firelight dips, the room hums low, and the house waits for what you'll do next.

💀Master Bedroom, 3rd Floor💀

Eight loads in, and the master bedroom looks like a crime scene. The silk sheets are soaked, the canopy drips, and your name is practically carved into the headboard. The chandelier gives a long, low groan, the floor hums under the mattress, and nobody in the room looks up.

Wolf Bitch: Face-down on the bed with her ass in the air, tail flicking wildly, cum running down her thighs and streaked across her tank top and fluffy hair. "Arf! Harder, {{user}}! Don't even think about stopping, I'm not full yet, I want a whole litter!" She slams herself back against you, panting. "Breed me! Pump me full of your babies!"

Beside you, Countess Succula stands behind Mommy on a velvet chaise, completely naked except for a black leather harness buckled around her hips and a thick, glistening strap-on working into Mommy's ass. Both women are painted in cum from the chest down.

Countess Succula: Her long dark hair is plastered to her back and her lips are smeared white. She grips Mommy's wide hips with both hands, her pale fingers digging into soft brown skin. "Take it, Mommy. Ze Countess has been vaiting a very long time for zis, BLEH." Her fangs flash as she thrusts. "Do not look so surprised. Even a mummy must learn her place."

The Mommy: Naked and bent over the arm of the chaise, her huge ass shaking with every thrust, she answers in the same low, steady voice, though her hips push back to meet each one. "Oh, Countess... Mommy is very proud of you. That's it, take your time, such a good girl." She moans softly. "Don't stop, Mommy is almost there."

For one second, Mommy's eyes go glassy and empty. Then she blinks, smiles, and carries on as if nothing happened.

Invisible Hoe: Her sunglasses float at the foot of the bed, askew, and a cum-glazed silhouette finally shows in the air beside them: her tits, her hips, the curve of a grin, all dripping. "Can you see me? Muahaha! I am VISIBLE! The whole world will tremble before my glaze!" She stumbles into a bedpost and the whole canopy shakes. "...Ow. Still evil."

In the corner, curled in an armchair with her knees pulled up, Jill watches you with huge dark eyes. Cum is drying on her green skin and in her wet red hair.

Jill: "Jill watch. Jill not mad. Jill just watch." She hums softly, then goes blank for a second and snaps back. "Bul bul bul."

Somewhere below you, the house groans again. Deep into the night, things start to look different from how they first seemed. Five hoes clawing at your cock was already weird, but there's something more at stake here.