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“GRGRRMPPH!”

“Don't worry, sis.” Ryan patted her head, softly. “Mom'll find you and untie you...probably...sooner or later. Long enough for me to get going, anyway.” He shrugged, stepping out of the closet, blew her a kiss, and shut the doors on her.

Leaving Rachel in the dark, buried in a stinking, stifling, pile of her own worn, dirty socks, panties, and bras.

It was almost enough to make her wish she bothered sorting her laundry out, like mom was always banging on about whenever she visited home. Bringing a sack of it home with her.

“Urrmmmppphhh...” She fumed, her temper fraying, scowling daggers through the odd pair of black panties her ass of a brother had dropped on her head, the way he had gone.

And they were definitely not damn well hers! Where the hell had they come from?!

“Rmrrpph!” She grunted, angrily, shaking her head and the panties flopped off, into the pile. “HRRMPPHHRRMMPPHHRMMPH!” She kicked, squirmed, thrashed about, sending stacks of her dirty underwear flying about, around the inside of her closet, writhing her way out of the pile.

Her 'little' brother was going to pay for this, that was for damn sure!

“Mmrphhmrrpphmmmhhppmmhh!” Rachel growled, chewing on her own panties, determinedly, shuffling across the rough carpet of her closet, using her bound feet to drag herself forward. “Mmrmrrpphhmmpphmmpphh!” She lifted her feet, and kicked at her closet doors, with a dull thud.

Ryan was always pulling this shit! Why now?!

“Mmrrpphh!” She kicked the doors again, stubbornly, muttering darkly to herself under her gag. “Hhrrmph!” She kicked the doors again, still remaining annoyingly shut.

Had that asshole locked her in?!

“RRYYMMPHH!” She hollered, into her gag, furiously.

Of all the times for Ryan to get bored, and decide to have a bit of a laugh at her expense, it had to be now, tonight, when she, Li, and Danielle had finally found what could've been a real, legit, haunted fucking hou-

Then she saw it, out of the corner of her eye. Movement.

“Hmmph?” She mumbled, bound legs raised, feet poised to kick the doors again, perched on her butt, wobbling slightly.

It was those stupid big black panties. Laying atop a scattered collection of her socks and underwear. Must have been a trick of the light, or lack of it, in her damn closet.

Funny-looking things though, she thought, now she saw them properly. High-cut, black cotton, with a delicate trim at the waistband, shaped like bats. Covered in cartoony prints of little white ghosts. They...were actually kinda cute, she reluctantly conceded, but where the fuck had they come from? They sure as shit didn't belong to he...he...her...

“Wrrmmggph...gghhmphh...ffrrmmphh...” Rachel muttered, into her gag, in disbelief, still paralysed, midway to kicking her closet doors, as...as the black panties started to shuffle, slide, across the rest of her laundry, scattered over the tiny floor of the closet...

...toward her.

She watched, letting her socked feet thud against the doors, dumbly, as the...the moving panties started to...glow. A worrying, dim shade of green, around them.

This was not a thing panties were supposed to do.

And then she saw another pair, a pair of her panties, pale blue, white-spotted, Fruit of the Loom panties. Normal panties...start to move, as the strange black underwear passed. As did a pair of her worn socks. And then a cream bra.

“...rrrmmhhpphhrrkkgghmph...?” Rachel could only murmur, through her gag, transfixed.

This was not a normal thing, her normal underwear was supposed to do.

The black panties slithered closer, close now to where her butt was planted, amongst her laundry. They reared up, like a thing alive, curious, like...like they were looking at her.

Well that was enough of that shit.

“HRRMPPH!” Rachel grunted, giving her closet doors one last, sudden jolt, and they crashed open. “MRRPPHHGRRRMPH!” She planted her feet down hard, forced herself up, wobbling, onto her ankles, and sprang forward, flinging her bound, gagged self out of the closet, and thumping face down onto her bedroom floor.

She didn't know what was going on, but she wanted the hell away from whatever weird shit her dirty laundry was up to.

“Ooummphh...” Rachel groaned, winded slightly, rolling onto her side. “Mmmhhpphh!” She gasped, wide-eyed, seeing even more of her dirty underwear moving about in the closet, now, all with a slightly duller, green glow, a tint.

Moving about, moving together...toward her!

“Hrrmmph!” Rachel kicked out, with her bound feet, slamming one door to her closet shut. “Mmrrpphh MMPHH!” She wriggled back, across her carpet, frustrated by her bonds, and managed to kick the other door shut, too.

Flopping over, onto her back, closing her eyes, Rachel let out a sigh of relief.

First...she had to get out of these damn ropes. Then...then she could work out whatever the hell was going on with her underwear.

“Mmrrmpph...mmgphhgh-...MMRRPPHH!” She growled, stubbornly, insistently, at her futile, struggling exertions.

Tugging steadily, twisting at knots, bindings, heaving, straining, then, growing more frustrated at her lack of progress in freeing herself, and then finally thrashing about angrily, frantically, on the floor, because her twin brother Ryan was an asshole and seemed far too fucking good at tying her up an-

Her closet doors shook, causing her to freeze.

The doors shook again, and Rachel lifted her head, peering at them, rooted to the spot.

“...mmpphhh...” She mumbled, hesitantly, around a packed mouthful of her own underwear.

The doors burst open, and a stream of her underwear catapulted out, at her.

“HRRMPHH!”

…

Hannah Callahan hummed to herself, contentedly, as she gave her still-damp hair, hanging limp about her shoulders, and down her back, a last scrub with the towel. She'd caught a quick shower while she had the chance, while Ryan and Rachel were probably busy finding ways to get on each other's nerves, rather than on hers.

These quiet, warm, fuzzy moments of clarity, Hannah enjoyed the most. Dressed down for the night, in her oversized old Stillwater State University football jersey. Not 'hers', of course, but it had belonged to an...old friend, and she'd been reluctant to return it.

Of course, it fit a little tighter these days, than it had used to. The hem now barely dropped below her ass, and it hugged her fuller figure, more than it once had. With loose sleeves that reached just below her elbows, and a wide, low collar that slipped, almost, down one shoulder, it did little to mask the straps of her bra. Nor did the swishing, short hemline, that rose with every shake of her curvy, wide hips, flashing her big, high cut panties. A nice, fresh set of matching, floral printed Fruit of the Loom underwear, for bed.

She was always happy, when both her children were home. Rachel had stopped by for another weekend, and that meant the house would be just a bit noisier than usual, but that was what she loved. Something she missed, from when they were younger. Something-

She paused, midway down the soft, carpeted hallway, her socked feet padding along the only noise, until what had sounded suspiciously like a crash, coming from...where else...

Hannah let out a steady breath, through her nose, shaking her head, and padded on down the hall, stopping at Rachel's door. She almost barged in, as she tended to...but she stopped herself.

She really did have to stop doing that. Rachel was right, they weren't little children anymore. It was just hard, getting out of the habit. She was their mother. A mom. Moms did things a certain way.

Hannah even still bought Rachel's underwear, and her daughter never seemed to complain about that! Not to her, anyway...

...perhaps this was one of those intuitive things...? But then, she was buying underwear for Ryan now, too. The same Fruit of the Loom-brand packs of underwear she bought for Rachel though. That had been...an unexpected development, it had to be said, but...she loved her children, and whatever made them happy made them-

Another heavy series of thuds, some grunting, growling, muffled, what sounded like furniture being bumped emanated from within her daughters bedroom.

Hannah raised a hand, and knocked, gently.

“Rachel, honey, is everything alright in there?”

“Mmrrmmpphh!” Rachel's muffled cry. “Hrrmpphh mrrmmpph! Hllmmpph!”

Hannah leaned closer to the door, trying to hear.

“I'm sorry? I couldn't quite catch that.”

“MMRMMPH! HLLMMPPH!” Rachel yelled, still sounding oddly stifled, followed by the sound of more tussling, bumps, thuds.

It suddenly occurred to her, what was going on, and she sighed, smiling wryly.

“Is Ryan in there with you?” She pressed, knowingly.

“Mmrrmmphh! Nnmmmpph!” Rachel moaned, followed by a sound like something being dragged across her bedroom floor. “Nrrmmpphh, pllmpphh! Hllmmpph mppppmpphh! HHHLLMPPH!”

Hannah chuckled to herself, shaking her head, wearily. They really were children still, in so many ways. Always fighting, arguing, playing...other things, she mused.

Hannah wondered if she should go inside, but...no, she had to respect her children's privacy. If they needed her, they'd ask.

“I'm going to bed. Goodnight you two.” Hannah started off, down the hall. “Ryan, untie your sister eventually, won't you?” She called back.

“NNRMMPPH!” Rachel's hollered. “MMRRMMPPH! HLLMMPPH MMPPH!”

…

“NNRMMPPH!” Rachel bellowed, into her gag, as the animated panties, bras, socks, latched onto her body, all over and started dragging her under her bed. “MMRRMMPPH! HLLMMPPH MMPPH!” She cried, as she heard her mom walking away, down the hall.

The one time she wanted her to come barging into her room without permission and she picked now not to?!

“MMOOUUMMPPH!” Rachel yelled, stifled by her panty-stuffed mouth, and the wide, thick cloth still tied over her face. “CRRMMPHH BRRMMPPH!” She struggled, strained, desperately tried to wriggle away from the grasping underwear, as she was steadily pulled under her bed, into their smothering clutches.

There was no sign of that apparently cursed pair of black panties. Only the swarm of her own dirty underwear, almost overpowering her totally.

She writhed, squirmed, heaved, pulled, with all her might, but it was no use! She planted her socked feet, on the floor, only sliding uselessly on her carpet. And worse still, her white cotton Fruit of the Loom panties were riding up, something sore, in a wedgie as she doggedly resisted being dragged away.

It was just no use, she-

“Mmpph!” She slipped forward, slightly, and blinked.

Looking down quickly, she saw the ropes Ryan had tied her up with had actually come loose, jostled, by her struggles, and the grabbing, possessed laundry. Loose enough!

“HRRMPH!” Rachel twisted onto her back, kicked out, lashed out with her legs, her bound feet. Pushing off the floor, off the bottom of her bed, off anything, in a bid to get some purchase and fight her way free of the demonic underwear, holding, smothering her. “MMRRPHH!” She slipped, jolted away, again.

The ropes were coming loose! She kicked, pushed, shoved on, little by little, squirming free, out from under her bed. Her socked feet scrabbling for grip on anything, as she wildly fought her way free of her swarming captors, The ropes started to slip, as she struggled on, down her arms, off her legs, loose...at...last...!

“YRRMPPH!” Rachel grunted, springing forward, liked a coiled...spring, out of her bonds, and away from her possessed underwear, face first onto her carpet. “WMRMRPH!” She blurted, urgently, glancing back as the horde of laundry surged out from under her bed, after her again.

Rachel scrambled, frantically, hands and knees, across the floor, for her bedroom door, barely pausing to adjust her hiked up panties as she went. Something caught her ankle, and she glanced back, wide-eyed.

“MMRRMPH!” She grunted, in disbelief, at the knotted chain of socks that had shot out from under her bed, and wrapped itself around her ankle, and was already curling further up her leg. “NMMPH!” Rachel shook off the last clinging ropes, hanging loose about her, and strained for the handle, gripping it with one hand.

Suddenly, something latched onto her other ankle. She caught a glimpse of a long, knotted, stretched chain of panties, latching onto her leg, circling up toward her knee, taut from under the bed.

“WRRMPHH?!” Rachel blustered, in disbelief. “NRRMPHH FRMMPPHH WRMPH!” She flung out her other hand, caught the door handle, and started frantically trying to turn it, as she felt herself being dragged back, again, across the floor, toward her bed...

...into the waiting grasp of her malignant underwear!

“NMMPHH...NNMPHH...CRRMPPHH UMMPPH!” Rachel fought to get the door open, stubbornly, even as she felt the chains of socks, and panties, coiling up, around her legs, pulling her back once more...

…

Hannah lifted her gaze from her book, again, one brow cocked slightly at all the noise.

She was all for Ryan and Rachel spending more time together, and all for having both her children back home, now and then, but all the racket was getting...a bit much.

“Hmmm...” She hummed, thoughtfully, peering at her bedroom door, across from where she was sat in bed, her sheets drawn up to her waist.

Aware, somewhat, of the...'games', they tended to play, these days, she wrestled with her natural instinct to poke her nose in, for a moment.

Hannah sighed, shutting her book slowly, setting it down on her bedside table carefully, and decided she'd just try and go to sleep. The twins would probably work it out, soon.

...whatever 'it' was, anyway.

More muffled grunts, and yelling, and banging and thudding followed, and then a door rattling, as she stretched across to flick off her bedside lamp.

Then paused, her gaze drifting toward the bottom of her bedroom door. Something having caught her eye, suddenly.

A pair of black panties, on the floor. In her bedroom, partly under her door.

Hannah definitely didn't go about leaving her underwear strewn about the place, that was for sure. And Ryan...Ryan was a lot of things, but he was relatively neat, and tidy, for a boy. And Rachel...well...she wasn't, but Hannah knew full well she kept her messes contained to certain locations, like the way she stashed her dirty underwear at the bottom of her closet rather than just organising it for washing, thinking Hannah didn't know about it.

She huffed, rolling her eyes, and threw back the sheets, sliding her bare legs off the side and her thickly socked feet onto the carpet. Chilly October nights, and all that.

Still wearing only her floral-printed, Fruit of the loom panties, and matching bra, under the short, less-oversized-than-it-used-to-be SSU sports jersey, she padded across her room toward the fallen, crumpled underwear.

“Whose in the world...” Hannah started, crouching down to pick them up, tentatively, between thumb and forefinger, frowning as she failed to recognise them at all.

Certainly they weren't hers. Black cotton, with a little delicate trim, shaped like bats, and covered in cartoonish white ghost prints. And she hadn't bought anything of the sort for Rachel, or even for Ryan. And as far as she knew Rachel was too lazy to buy her own underwear. Ryan had some slightly odd, cute tastes, she'd started to realise, recently, perhaps...

“OUMMPHH!” Rachel gasped, suddenly, as the panties suddenly leapt out of her hand, and clung to her face, smothering her. “WRRMMPPH?!” She blurted, knocked totally off balance, onto her bottom, hard.

She toppled backward, arms and legs flailing, in shock, as the panties wrapped tightly over her mouth and nose, and eyes.

They were alive! And...attacking her!

“MMRRRMMMPPH!” Hannah at last recovered some of her senses, from the shock of being assaulted by underwear, enough to grab at the things, and struggle to pull them off. “HRRMMPHH! GRRMMPHH UMMPPH!” She moaned, rocking back and forth, on the floor.

At last they came loose! She gripped the malign panties in one hand, tightly, and lashed out, intending to throw them aside.

“Ha!” She gasped, triumphantly.

Her arm hit her tall wicker laundry basket, unfortunately, since she'd fallen rather close to her bedroom door. It wobbled, topped, and spilled its contents all over the place. A considerable amount of her dirty laundry, ready to be taken for washing. Socks, pantyhose, tights, workout leggings, bras, high-cut panties, full-cut panties, in various simple colours, or white, or with patterns or prints.

The malign underwear flopped down atop the pile, now strewn across the floor, beside where she lay. Then they started to...glow...a dull, unsettling shade of green.

Hannah's mouth dropped open as the mound of her laundry...started to tremble. To shake. To...move!

She didn't much like any of this at a-

“MMRRMMPHH! HLLMPPPHH!” Rachel's muted yell from out in the hall.

Rachel!

Her eyes fell on the alarming, glowing pair of black panties, her suddenly...mobile underwear, shuffling toward her, as she shuffled away, on her side, slowly. And then she put two and two together.

“Honey!” She gasped, wide-eyed, and scrambled to her feet, making a break for it.

Her laundry pounced, at the same time, barely missing, but still coming at her, just behind her. Hannah made it to her door, threw it open, darted through, turned, to slam it shut...

...and found herself tackled bodily with a heavy 'whump' as a swarm of socks, tights, panties, bras crashed into her, knocking her kicking, and rolling, onto the floor.

“RachhKKGGHHRRMMPPH!” She managed, garbled, muffled, as several pairs of her worn panties stuffed packed themselves into her mouth, bulging her cheeks outward, pouting her lips. “GRRGGHPPHH UUFFGHGMPH MMPPHH!” Hannah struggled against the swarm of laundry, threatening to overpower her easily.

Tights, pantyhose, bras, wrapping, coiling around her ankles, legs, wrist, arms, tying her up, tightly, securing her in their smothering grip. Socks and panties wrapping around her face, over her mouth, and nose, layer after layer, muffling her cries to mewls.

“MRRMPH?!” Rachel blurted, from up the corridor.

Hannah could only look upward, struggling uselessly in her sudden, inexplicable bondage, seeing her daughter desperately trying to hold her shaking, rattling, bedroom door closed, as something battered against it from the other side.

“Rrrchmmph!” Hannah gasped, motherly instincts kicking in first at seeing Rachel dressed only in her underwear.

“Mrrmmpph!” Rachel fumed, rolling her eyes, cheeks flushing red above the thick, wide, bulging white cloth tied over her mouth, gagging her.

This was...quite bad! An obvious conclusion, maybe, but Hannah simply wasn't accustomed to...all this!

“Lrrmmph uummph!” Rachel nodded toward Hannah's room, urgently, suddenly.

Hannah glanced back down, and spotted the apparently nefarious pair of cursed underwear shuffling over the rest of the laundry currently rendering her completely immobile. On a whim, and a surge of protective, motherly spite, she managed to lift her thoroughly bound legs, and kicked out, hard, at her bedroom door.

It slammed shut, cutting off the stream of laundry shuffling out, and trapping the evil panties, squashed between door and frame, in the process.

“Hhrrmpph!” Hannah grunted, happily.

And then...without warning...it all stopped.

Hannah blinked, in surprise. She lifted her arms, shook her legs, and all her laundry just...fell away. Rachel too, had backed away from her bedroom door, warily, since it was no longer shaking.

All back to just...normal underwear. Normal, not moving, not attacking you, not tying up and gagging you...underwear.

...all but that strange, peculiar, odd black pair, still caught, pinned in the door, furiously trying to break free.

Hannah sat up, flinging away the last of her dirty underwear, hanging off her, and allowed Rachel to help her up, by the arm, as she came up from behind.

“Mom, I can explain.” Rachel started, yanking the cloth from her mouth and spitting more than one pair of panties to the floor. “...uh...okay, I can't explain, but-” She started, after a moment's thought.

Hannah silenced her with a gentle wave, tugging layers of panties, socks, pantyhose from over her mouth, and pushing out multiple socks, and panties, from her mouth, with her tongue.

“It'll wait.” Hannah nodded, sternly, frowning at the still twisting, jerking, black panties, caught in the door. “Rachel, honey, fetch the laundry basket.”

…

Rachel never thought she'd ever feel either relieved, or satisfied, to be doing laundry with mom, but here she fucking was.

It'd been a weird night. What was one more thing?

Together, they quickly bundled their collected dirty, formerly possessed, underwear, into the washing machine. Buried at the bottom was the spooky, evil, black pair of panties, squirming about. They grabbed them last, and shoved them in deep, with the rest of the laundry. Mom swung shut the door, locked the seals, and started the machine on a long, hot cycle.

Then, puffing, panting, still both on edge, they stumbled back. Shared a look at one another, gags, whether cloths, socks, or panties, around their necks, still in only their underwear, and managed an amused, snorting chuckle.

“Will that...help, do you think?” Mom asked, warily, gesturing to the spinning washing machine.

“Not a fucki-”

“Rachel.” Mom tutted, sternly.

“Not a clue, mom.” Rachel shrugged, puffing out her cheeks. “Haunted ghost underwear is a new one, to be honest.”

“Huh.” Mom nodded, letting out a weary sigh.

“Never thought I'd find doing the laundry so satisfying, though.” Rachel grinned.

“Does this mean you'll actually start doing yours?” Mom asked, one brow raised, knowingly.

“Sure mom.” Rachel snorted, dismissively, crossing her arms. “Yeah, r-hey!” She yelped, as mom gave her butt a ringing slap.

“Don't sass me, honey.” Hannah wagged a finger, a smirk of her own on her face. “I'm still...your...mo...ther...” She trailed off, slowly, mouth falling open, as she turned to stare at the washing machine.

So did Rachel, alarmed, as the machine started rattling, shaking, almost jumping, hopping off the floor, violently lurching one way, then the other.

“Is it...supposed to do that?” Rachel asked, taking a wary step back.

“Is it...” Her mom blinked, staring at her in disbelief. “What do you do with your dirty washing when you're not home?!” She blurted.

“I don't know, Li handles that stuff.” Rachel shrugged, nonchalantly. “Or I bring it all home with me.” She grinned, weakly.

“Rachel!” Mom scolded, turning on her, hands on hips,, drawing herself to her full, motherly height, inadvertently lifting the already short hem of the SSU jersey she wore as a nightshirt, most evenings, exposing her underwear fully. “When this is all over we are going to have a serious tal-”

The washing machine bounded off the ground, rattling loudly, the door shaking as something dashed against it, from within, trying to get out. And then it burst open. A torrent, a tidal wave of dimly green-glowing socks, tights, panties, bras exploded out of the washing machine, right at both of them.

“JESUS FUCK-” Rachel wailed, lurching back.

“LANGUA-” Mom started, before there were buried.

…

“...um...hello? Hello? Is anyone home? Rachel? Mrs Callahan?” Liana's soft, slightly worried voice, caught between trying to attract attention, and not draw attention, echoed through the house.

“Mouse.” Danielle's voice, dismissive, curt. “Yo, Carrot? Mrs Callahan!” She called.

“Dani, be nice.” Heather chided, patiently, as the three rounded the corner, finding their way into the kitchen.

“LLRRMPPH!” Rachel grunted, insistently. “HLLMPPH UMMPH!”

“WRRMPHH UMMPPH!” Mom cried out, in warning, too.

The three stopped in their tracks, in, Rachel noted, oddly mismatched outfits. Liana seemed to have her yellow cardigan wrapped tightly around her. body..and no trousers on, over tights she hadn't been wearing earlier. Heather was wearing her big puffy pink jacket, zipped up and clenched tight, to her collar and the same white shorts she'd had on before, without her tights. And Danielle was entirely not suiting Rachel's own plaid green shirt, which Ryan had 'borrowed' earlier, buttoned up over whatever little she had on beneath. All three looked more than a little chilly.

“Told you...to take my coat.” Heather chattered, smiling weakly, at Danielle.

“Not...now...” Danielle breathed into her hands.

But that was still probably less odd, than finding Rachel and her mom, squashed face to face, lying on their sides on the kitchen floor, practically mummified tightly in a tangled, haphazard cocoon of their own dirty underwear. Their arms pinned to their sides, chests pressed together, legs wrapped, up in the layers of laundry. Their faces buried under layers of socks, tights, bra cups, panties, heads hooded in more pairs of cotton underwear, faces bare inches apart.

Of course, it had typically left uncovered their chests, and butts, so their bras and panties were exposed. Haunted by a perverted ghost with a twisted sense of humour, perfect, Rachel mused, sourly.

“Mmrrmmh...mmmpphh!” Rachel could barely move an inch, under their collective bondage, and her voice was a muted mumble, at best.

“Hhrrmpphh.” Mom grumbled, too, fidgeting, uncomfortably.

“Look, Dani.” Heather pointed, warily, tapping Danielle's shoulder, as the three edged cautiously into the kitchen.

None of their possessed laundry had moved, once it seemed to be comfortable it had them all bound and helplessly captive as it wanted. Nor had those fucking cursed panties, crumpled up, and still, on Rachel's hips.

She had come to suspect, during the time she'd had to think, bound and gagged in dirty laundry with her mom, that the strange, cursed underwear must have come from the house. Somehow, she'd...brought them home. And she suspected, given the rough state of her friends, they'd not had a great night either.

“Be careful.” Li whispered, as Dani crept forward, with a pair of kitchen tongs, and carefully plucked the demonic underwear off Rachel, and dropped them into an empty jar Heather had passed her.

“Drrmpphh, brrmhh crrmpphh.” Mom murmured, worriedly.

“Sit tight, Mrs Callahan.” Danielle muttered, grinning, a touch strained. “Have you and Carrot out of there in no time. Here.” She thrust the jar into Li's hands, who took it with a frightened squeak, holding it as far away from herself as possible.

“It all seems...docile, now, doesn't it?” Heather stooped, struggling at their bonds, with Danielle.

“Yeah.” Dani replied, pulling away knotted, tangled, tightly bound reams of various types of underwear. “For now.”

“Are you both okay?” Li asked, looking concerned, behind the other two. “We got here as soon as we could, only me and Danielle got a bit-”

“There's no need to go into that.” Danielle snapped, still busy freeing them, intently.

Although Rachel was pretty sure she caught a hint of a blush, pricking at her cheeks, and Heather was smiling coyly at her.

“Mmmrrpphh!” Rachel grumbled, insistently, impatient at how long this was taking.

Something was niggling at her, at the back of her mind, but she couldn't...quite...

“Better, Mrs Callahan?” Heather asked, after removing layers of panties, tights, and socks from over, and packed inside her mom's mouth.

“Much, thank you.” Mom smiled, working her jaw, sorely. “It has been...a strange evening.” She looked a little flushed, at her state, around all Rachel's friends.

“Tell me about it.” Danielle snorted, helping Heather finish freeing mom, so they could separate them.

“Ummnngrrphh mmpph!” Rachel demanded, petulantly, glowering at Danielle, and nodding at her mom.

“I don't know, Carrot, I think I prefer you gagged.” Danielle leaned closer, muttering under her breath, so her mom couldn't hear.

“FRRMPHH YYMMPH!” Rachel grunted, struggling against her still clinging bonds.

“Rachel, you should be more grateful to your friends.” Mom chided, getting to her feet and trying to straighten out her SSU top. “We'd still be in trouble if they hadn't turned...up...” She got an odd, puzzled look on her face, as she looked around, suddenly.

“Mrs Callahan? Are you okay?” Heather asked, concerned, holding one of her arms, steadily. “Do you need to sit down?”

“Where's Ryan?”

Rachel blinked, and realisation dawned. That niggling feeling. Ryan. That'd be it.

“Oh, right, he's still at the house.” Danielle shrugged, then saw the look on her mom's face. “He's fine. He wanted to stay and...” She fumbled.

“Ryan volunteered to keep an eye on the house, in case anything else odd happened.” Heather put in, helpfully.

“Oh, well. That's good.” Mom nodded, as long as he's safe.” And Heather steered her out of the kitchen, leaving a parting scowl at Danielle.

“Isn't it funny how it all just...stopped when these...er...spooky things, captured you, Rachel?” Li asked, innocently, tapping at the glass jar, curiously, now.

“No.” Danielle snorted, at last finishing with the last of Rachel's bonds, leaving her in only the underwear she was actually wearing, at least. “Carrot is fucking cursed, right?” She sniggered, pulling Rachel upright.

“...hmmm...” Li murmured, thoughtfully, adjusting her glasses and holding the jar up to the light. “...it wasn't until you must have left with these that whatever ghost is in the house came after me and Danielle...”

“Rrmrmphhff-..ugh, fuck off.” Rachel snapped, yanking her massive gag off, bit by bit. “It's not my fault some haunted damn underwear followed me home.” She snorted, shoving Danielle away and shaking off the last bits of clinging underwear.

“Well, we'd better get...this back where it belongs.” Danielle plucked the jar out of Liana's hand.

“Your mom seems alright, but maybe you'd better stay with her.” Heather came back, hands in the pockets of her jacket. “This must have seemed pretty strange to...anyone else.” She chuckled.

“Screw that.” Rachel snatched the jar back. “We're going to 'rescue' my dear, little, twin brother, and if he's not bound heat to toe and gagged, then I swear I'm going to fucking to it myself!” She snapped, storming for the front door.

“Wait, Rachel!” Li called, from behind her, as her hand reached the handle. “Put some clothes on!” She heaved the front door open.

A bunch of girls from college, all in costume were on the pavement outside. They'd stopped, staring. Grins on the their faces. Some getting phones out, cameras flashing. More across the road. Boys, sporty types. More either side, coming, and going. It was Halloween, and late, and the people their age were out and about.

“What's she supposed to be?” One sniggered.

“Your mom, I think.” Her friend giggled, eyeing her underwear, up and down.

Rachel froze, closed her eyes, felt all their eyes on her from behind, felt the prickling flush of embarrassment, in her cheeks.

“...ffffffuuuu-” She hissed, through gritted teeth, temper boiling.