Hello everyone, my name is Eric Doyle, and I am a paranormal investigator. I have been investigating paranormal incidents for 15 years. Most reports are flukes, triggered by distortions in the air current or mice living within walls. Usually, our biggest enemy is our paranoia. Usually.
That’s what the police told Abigail Ellington, a college student from Minnesota, who reported suspicions of being stalked. Having no proof to support her claims, local police advised her to lock her doors and calm down. On December 15th, 2022, 9 days before Christmas, Ellington was murdered in her apartment. When her body was found, her arms were cut off and attached to her feet, and her newly elongated form was propped like a snake. This is the signature move of the Snake Dancer, a lesser known serial killer from Florida. I guess the Minnesota police department was not ready for threats from another state, especially Florida. Have you been to Florida? Anyhow, let’s get to the point. I’m not a criminal investigator; I am a paranormal investigator.
Ellington was buried in Tearstone Graveyard, the very grave we are about to enter. Three days after Ellington’s burial, I began receiving reports of paranormal activities by the locals. They claim to have heard a woman’s moans echoing through the dark night, and some even have heard the words “come to me”. The human imagination is very powerful, and I believe the disturbing event of Ellington’s burial has distorted people’s perception of something as simple as the wind blowing. The consonants of “come” and “to” are very reminiscent of the crackling of leaves and branches, and is too common a phrase to raise any alert signs. But I am not Eric Doyle if I did not come to confirm my suspicions with my own eyes and ears. I don’t want to be like the Minnesota police department, do I?
So here I am, entering Tearstone Graveyard. It is exactly 12:01, around the time when paranormal activity is most likely reported. I believe horror media has conditioned people to believe that supernatural threats appear after midnight, which is a strange yet fascinating phenomenon. Let’s see if they were right this time. Tearstone has what one would call a creepy atmosphere, which probably did not help with the locals’ paranoia. The gravestones are set up in eerie rows, most of which having cracks and moss. Bugs, and even mice, can be seen scurrying around the ground, which may have caused the words “come to me” to be heard. There are dead trees scattered around the graveyard, all casting gnarly black shadows on the stones. Is it just me, or will this whole incident be solved if someone took better care of this place? For example, why is there no pathway? Why do I have to walk on soggy—


…Did you guys hear that? That sounded strangely like a woman’s moan, which was the exact description in the reports. Wow, it’s fascinating how quickly this creepy grave has infiltrated my imagination. And I’m supposed to be a professiona—

“COME.”

What…was that? That sounded like a whisper, not crackling of leaves. Hmm, it came from north, so let’s investigate. Wow, look how muddy this is, it’s so hard to walk. I am probably undergoing confirmation bias, which is a common fallacy seen in paranormal—

“COME TO ME.”

…Huh. Ladies and gentlemen and everything in between, I’m starting to think we’re in for a treat. My ears cannot fool me to this extent, can it? I believe we may actually be dealing with the paranormal today. This is…this is exciting…I can barely keep a straight face! Okay, what’s this? This looks like a fairly new gravestone; it’s in better shape than the others. Oh damn…you guys see this? Ahem, “Abigail Ellington, a scholar, a daughter, a friend. Taken too soon, 1998-2022”. Wow, poor girl. Her family must’ve been devastated. Look, there’s even flowers here, although they’re pretty much wilted. I should’ve brought new ones. Imagine being buried in this place. So dark, so cold, so…what the fuck is that???

Okay, okay, okay, I’m going to whisper now. Do you see that, by that tree over there? That is unlike anything I have seen in my entire career. It’s a person, a girl, hugging and burying her face into that tree. She’s um…transparent and blue. She’s also fucking huge. She is almost as tall as that tree itself. I’m gonna try not to catch her attention, who knows what she is capable of. But let’s get a better shot of her. Let me step right here and…oh shit she’s looking right at me. Maybe she didn’t notice me. Okay, she has let go of the tree and is now walking towards me. Do I run? Do I hide? No, Eric, momma did not raise a quitter. It’s time for a paranormal encounter. Her steps are timid, but her gigantic size turns them into leaps. I could not outrun her if I wanted. I’m getting a better look at her. Wow she is gorgeous. She’s butt naked though, is this gonna be demonetized? Ah fuck it, it’ll be worth it. Let me wave to her. Okay here she is, she has stopped right in front of me. I am face to face with her gigantic transparent toes. Wow, it’s exactly like a human’s toes, yet its size and material make them so alien. Okay, she is staring right at me.
“YOU CAME.”
Um…um yeah. I did. Are you…Abigail? Abigail Ellington?
“YOU KNOW MY NAME.”
I came to pay my respects. I’m sorry about what happened to you. You didn’t deserve it.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”
I’m Eric. I’m a paranormal investigator, although this is the first time talking to a…a ghost. Well except that one time. Wait…what are you doing? Did I offend you or someth…You want me to climb on your hand?
“COME TO ME.”
Is that even possible? Only one way to find out…huh? Okay, this is for the people watching, but Abigail has offered me her palm. She wants me to get on, and I don’t think I have a choice but to comply. So here we go. Wow, her skin is actually solid, and I can stand on it. But it’s the weirdest feeling; I can’t feel anything under my feet. It feels like I am floating, but I’m clearly standing on her. Ooookay she is lifting me up now. I’m in God’s hands. Or I guess Abigail’s hands.
“YOU’RE FUNNY.”
Oh thank you. I uh…I try. Us content creators, we always have to try.
“YOU’RE CUTE.”
Uhhh, thaank you. For the record, I think you’re gorgeous. I guess you WERE gorgeous. Sorry, too soon? Oh no no no, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to…oh fuck. I must say, I have never made a ghost cry, this is a really interesting day.
“EVERYONE CALLED ME PRETTY.”
Um…well I don’t blame “everyone”.
“EVEN HE DID.”
He? Who?
“BEFORE HE KILLED ME.”
Ohhhh, him.
“I WAS TOUCHING MYSELF.”
Woah, that’s a sudden change in topic.
“HE DIDN’T LET ME FINISH.”
Wait, are you saying he killed you right before you ejaculated? Even for a serial killer, that is cold.
“NOW IT’S ALL I CRAVE.”
Damn. I’m so…sorry to hear that. I wish I could help—HEY! What are you doing? This is so weird, I can’t move but…I can’t feel a thing. You’re grabbing me right, that’s what you’re doing?
“YOU CAN HELP ME.”
Okay what the hell do you mean by that?
“YOU WILL HELP ME.”
Woah woah woah what the hell? I’m not sure if this is necessary. Okay, I am forcefully being lowered down. Can I move? No, I am firmly stuck in her grip. I am now staring directly at a gigantic transparent ghostly vagina. That’s a tongue twister, ain’t it? Try saying “gigantic transparent ghostly vagina” fast three times. Okay, she is putting me inside. Ohhhh shiiiit…what the fuuuck. The inside of her womanhood is…misty? I’m inside her body, but I don’t see organs, walls, nothing. My vision is just blurred by a blue mist, and I can still see the outside world. Okay, I am beginning to be moved in a thrusting motion. It’s getting faster. Holy shit…I am being fucked by a ghost! This is definitely getting demonized. Oh my God it’s getting faster. Hey Abigail, calm down. The only feeling I have is the clothes on my skin, and the world around me jolting back and forth in currents. She’s moaning louder and louder as the movement gets faster. Oh my god, I feel dizzy. I’m gonna throw up. I…that was a big moan. Okay…she’s stopped.
“THANK YOU.”
Oh! Uh, no problem. I hope I helped?
“I LIKE YOU.”
Thank you. You keep making me blush over here.
“YOU’RE MINE NOW.”
Okay that’s not entirely necessary…WOAH. Fuck. She has now pushed me deeper, and I am completely submerged in her body. I can…I can move around in here; it’s like swimming in air.
“I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU.”
She really plans on keeping me with her? I need to get out! Good thing I can swim around in her body. Shit, the edge of her body is still solid; I’m trapped. Okay, she’s starting to walk back to the tree, but she’s not paying attention to me. I can probably go out where I came in…but she’ll probably just shove me back in. Unless… Alright, let’s try this. Let’s just swim down, and behind her. This is where an asshole is right? So there should be a hole riiiight around….HERE! Ohhh shit I’m out. Ohhhh shit I’m falling. OUCH!
“NOOOOO.”
Oh shit she’s noticed me. Maybe it’s too late, but time to run as fast as my legs will take me. Damn, I really should work on my cardio. Wait, why is she not following me? Oh look at her. She’s just leaning against the tree, staring at me.
“DON’T LEAVE.”
I’m sorry Abigail. I can’t stay with you; I have more paranormal encounters to investigate. But this…this was great. This was life changing.
“COME TO ME.”
I’m sorry. I hope you find peace.
“COME TO ME.”