Phasmophobia - N.C.U. - Part 8

 Key: FD, MC, Possession, Sleep

Description: The possessed girls begin to mingle with the student body, but will they succeed in possessing the rest of the campus? Or will their otherworldly romp come to a surprising end?

    As Trisha was leading the, unbeknownst to her, spiritually possessed bodies of Eve and Laura out to have a little “private time” in one of the classrooms, Rayne was slowly making her way across the room in Josh’s direction. Meanwhile, Christine, Jessy, and Carly made their way to a meeting room attached to the south wall and slowly shuffled in.
    Inside the room was a standard setup of folding tables and chairs that had all been neatly stacked in the corner. Several large mats had also been spread out across the floor, creating a soft place for people to sit and meditate. The room was filled with about ten people sitting on the mats with their legs crossed and eyes closed. At the front of the room, Cheyenne was so focused on leading the guided meditation session that she failed to notice the three girls entering the room at all. Her eyes remained closed as she sat on one of the folding tables and continued the meditation. 

Phasmophobia - N.C.U. - Part 7

 Key: FD, MC, Possession, Sleep

Description: As Trisha catches up with an old friend, the possessed girls make their way to  campus and begin to explore.

    In the common area of New Chicago University, a young man slowly made his way to a seat and fell into it, counting on gravity to do the rest. He landed with a gentle thud and sighed as he set down a large plate of french fries in front of him and slowly opened a packet of salt.  As he shook its contents over his meal in exhaustion, a pair of cold hands landed firmly over his eyes. “Guess who?” Said a playful, seductive female voice into his ear.
    The young man sighed and relaxed back into his chair, resting his head against the young woman’s chest for a moment. “Your hands…are so cold.” He said with a small smile. “They feel amazing!” He finished, relaxing into her touch.
    Trisha laughed and moved her hands away from his eyes, slapping him on the shoulder and taking a seat across from him. “How’ve you been Josh? I haven’t seen you in a while.” She asked as she reached out and stole a fry.

Phasmophobia - N.C.U. - Part 6

 Key: FD, MC, Possession, Sleep

Description: On her way to restore the breaker, Rayne comes across some of her missing friends. But their strange behavior implies there is more to them than meets the eye.

    Rayne moved through the hallways as quickly and cautiously as she could. The flashlight she had didn’t exactly provide a lot of light in the antiquated school building, especially not in the basement. With its long hallways and scuffed walls and floors, the light just seemed to disappear into a dark, endless void. It was hard to imagine that the building had once held hundreds of school children.
    “Up ahead on your right will be a corridor. You’ll want to head down there.” Eve’s voice calmly said over the radio. From her vantage point in the van she was able to use the surveillance cameras to guide Rayne through the halls. Fortunately, for both of them, the cameras had a night vision mode.
    “You know…” Rayne started, the nervousness evident in her voice. “When I volunteered to go turn the breaker back on, I didn’t really think it would be…THIS…creepy down here.” She admitted, trying to calm her own nerves in the process.
    “There’s a reason I stayed in the van.” Eve replied matter of factly. 

Doll Factory, Session Log

 Key: MD, MC

Description: A real hypnosis session where Kitty finds herself inside my doll factory, and Dolls would love it if she were to join them.

This session was used to create the real hypnosis video Doll Factory

Sleepyhypno 1:00 AM
Ok Disclaimer time... Is it ok with you if I hypnotize you with the purpose of using the sessin to create a script to create a video from, and or post a version of the log publicly which may or may not be edited to seem far more naughty and dirty then it really is, or to make it far cleaner then it really was?

Kitty 1:00 AM
hehe yes

Sleepyhypno 1:01 AM
Good... well then... here we go =cP
Just allow yourself to get into a comfortable position
a place where you can just focus on my words
and allow your mind and body to just...
relax.
to just become
fuzzy and calm.
to feel the world around you fadeing away
and allowing yourself to focus
completely and totally
on my words
and just feel them
slide into yoru mind
like they ahve done so many times before
so easy to just let them slip all the way in
deeply
completely .
to find that they seem to just...
make that connection
in that special part of your mind
in that special part of your soul
that part deep inside
that you only let out in the most...
playful of times
you kon wthat part don't you Kitty?

Kitty 1:03 AM
yes

The Perfect Model - PhotoStory

 Key: MD, FD, FF, Freeze

Description: A young woman arrives at an art studio with the hope of being the model for a lovely stone statue. Little does she know just how involved the job may be.

Note: This story is based on several pictures made by Crimson Gorgon

 

   Stacy couldn’t help but stare at the three statues lining the back wall of the modeling agency. They were so life-like, so perfect in their forms and expressions. Every detail was absolutely flawless, right down to the individually sculpted strands of hair and the single dangling earring that was added after the statue had been sculpted. They were…beautiful. Exquisite, even. The models that had posed for them must have been very proud. She only hoped that her statue would look as good, or that the sculptor would be as taken with her as with the others.
    “Lovely, aren’t they?” Stacy’s train of thought was interrupted by a confident female voice. She turned to look at the doorway as a short haired brunette made her way inside. “Perfect beauties and perfect statues. Every inch and detail on display for the world to see.” The woman took a few steps into the room and smiled at Stacy. “Maybe your lovely form will be joining them next.” She said, winking and extending her hand. “Name’s Marla, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said warmly, a stark contrast to the demeanor she had projected just moments ago.
    “Stacy!” The young, dark haired woman said eagerly, shaking Marla’s hand as she looked back at the statues. “Oh I do hope so. I’ve always loved the idea of having a statue of me made. I just hope I’m a good fit for the exhibit you have planned next month.”
    Marla smiled and moved over to a desk near the window. She picked up a small glass and filled it with whiskey as she looked at Stacy. “It’s a time crunch to be sure. We have less than two weeks to prepare and find the right statues to display. But I think we can manage.” She said with a smile as she handed Stacy the glass.