That ketchup pentagram you made with your friends last night seemed to be a fruitless gesture.. until you hear tiny moans coming from the guest room.. Flashlight in hand, you creep in to find a sweaty specter masturbating alone in the bed. You crouch to keep quiet, but she’s already noticed you - and doesn’t care. She keeps stroking her phantom phallus, and her messy pubes glisten eerily in the beam of your flashlight. You can’t help but be spellbound, as she brings herself to unholy orgasm. 

 Maybe stick to ouija boards next time… or maybe not