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 "Parapsychology is an inexact science," the lady scientist explained.  Her
name was Dr.  Otternell, the head of a small team of scientists and
researchers devoted to the supernatural.

   Her potential employer, Mr.  Dollop, has been desperately trying to
solve his ghost problem.  "I have a piece of property worth millions that
is unsellable as long as people are convinced it is haunted.  So at least
tell me how long you think it will take?"

   "Mr.  Dollop, these things can't be rushed.  Just rest assured we won't
leave your house until we've solved your `haunting'."

   Well, dear reader, that's your exposition.  An expensive old mansion
with a famous spirit haunting it, and a team of supernatural investigators
that have been hired to find a way to remove that mysterious presence. 
What makes this story interesting to the kind of readers that follow my
writing?  Well, there are six people working on this team and four of them
are wonderfully attractive females.  Mr.  Dollop, even through his money
concerns, could see that so clearly that he convinced them to let him stay
at the house with them.  What those four lovelies don't know yet is that
the famous ghost, known locally as the Early Night Fantom, that haunts the
Trevrep Mansion is not only very real, he is completely tit crazy.

   "What are you all doing?" Mr.  Dollop asked as he watched a few of them
wiring up devices from one room to another.

   "First step in this kind of investigation," Casey told him.  "We put up
recording devices and sensors for any kind of supernatural activity." She
was a very pretty twenty two year old, the youngest of Dr.  Otternell's
staff.  Her hair was very light, her eyes were very blue, her face was
cutesy and adorable, her demeanor was light and charming and naive.  Mr. 
Dollop watched her bend over several times, her shorts fitting her in a way
that made her delectable young buns irresistable eye candy.  Both Carlos
and Beatrice noticed Mr.  Dollop eyeing Casey's ass, but considering the
amount he was paying, neither of them said a word.  Especially Carlos since
he had quite the eye for young Casey as well.  He had quite a tickle for
all of his coworkers.  Helping Beatrice move heavy boxes around, he had
quite a few opportunities to look down her blouse at her wonderful
cleavage. Beatrice was a brunette, very tan, twenty nine.  She was curvy in
a firm way and her tits were wonderful.  Nice and big, they were improbable
high fliers and Carlos had always wondered if that was only due to her
brassiere or not.

   As they set down a crate, right when Beatrice was bent over as far as
she was going to, she yelped, "Oh!" in response to a pinch to her
derrierre. Or at least, that's what she thought it was.  When she turned
around no one was there.  "That was odd."

   In another room, Dr.  Otternell and her two other team members looked
over their instruments.  "Well, is there anything in the place?"

   "Oh yes," Terri said.  "We've got some odd readings in a lot of
different rooms.  It's not strong, but it's there.  It seems to follow
people around." Actually, the Early Night Fantom wasn't following people.
He was specifically following the women, but they'll discover that in time.
"It almost looks like whatever it is in this room now." Too true.  The
Fantom, having looked over the other two pretties, was then checking out
these other two women.  Terri was a thirty three year old black woman with
long hair and big dark eyes.  She was in shape, and that was fairly evident
even in her sweats, which weren't revealing or tight, but didn't really
conceal her body either.  She was far too serious, but that didn't keep her
face and figure from being what they were.

   Dr.  Otternell herself was forty years old, looking very experienced,
but by no means worn out.  She wore her soft brown hair up usually, and
with her all business glasses on her artistically beautiful features, she
was more than good looking.  She was absolutley stunning.  Even men who
prefer younger women were often caught sneaking not only glances at her,
but stares.

   The other parapsychologist present was the oldest of the team.  Henry
Midgens.  He was sixty four, very bald and he seemed very likable almost
all the time.  His only real character flaw was that he was a dirty old
man. In fact, every woman on the team has had to smack him more than once
due to his wandering hands.  They would never put up with him if it weren't
for the fact that he was the preeminent ectospectrologist of two
continents. Without that degree of legitimacy, they'd never get a job as
juicy as this one.  (By the way, the word ectospectrologist, I just made it
up.  I don't know shit about any of this kind of thing.  Sorry about that.)

   The Fantom, still imperceivable to human beings, felt his primal urges
growing already.  After checking out the other two and getting a quick
pinch of Beatrice, his excitement was pulling him back together.  It took
some effort, but these four wonderful women were well worth it.  In fact,
it was already time for him to take advantage of his invisible and
intangible state.  "Hey!" Terri shouted as she stood up.  With a quick spin
in place, she landed her open hand on Henry's face.

   "What?" He hadn't done anything.  He just had the misfortune of being
close to her while a spectral hand had slid over her ass.

   "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your damn hands off of
me?"

   "But I didn't do anything!"

   Terri would have loved to berate the poor little man a little bit
longer, but she did have a lot of work to do.  Once she left, Dr. 
Otternell told him, "Henry, you do realize that because there is an actual
presence here and a famous one at that, that if we can break this case,
we'll be famous enough that we won't really require your reputation any
more.  So keep your hands to yourself."

   "But I didn't do anything!"

   Over the course of the day, the lovely ladies gathered enough
information about the house's ghost to make it worthwhile.  The Fantom
himself had his awareness grow and recede like moving in and out of sleep.
He had been dormant for so long that it was hard to regain himself entirely
and his powers were not as great as they could be.  So, not wanting to
overtax himself, he only performed one more little prank that day.  He had
been so pleased at seeing someone else blamed for his action, that he did
it again.  Poor old Henry was studying a monitor between Casey and Terri
when the Early Night Fantom managed to take a good fondle of each girl's
butt.  "Oh!" "Ahh!  Not again Henry!" The Fantom chuckled to himself as
Henry endured the shouts and insults of the two pretty women.

   After that, the Fantom was not even entirely self aware until the night.
In the dark, he moved through the walls of the house, looking for an
entertaining room.  Each of the house's temporary occupants had set up in a
different room.  Dr.  Otternell herself was taking a shift monitoring their
devices which had to be done twenty four hours a day.  The rest of the
beauties were all quite asleep.  So the Fantom had his choice of three. 
Beatrice was the one he determined to visit that night.  The Early Night
Fantom found her sleeping quarters easily enough.  The invisible,
intangible, ghostly thing watched her sleeping there for a minute or two.
Her long brown hair was a cascade of tight ringlets.  Quite a bit of it had
fallen over her features, and the Fantom wanted to see her pretty face.  So
he gently swept that hair aside.  Of course her hair was not the only thing
he intended to move.  With patience, he gradully pulled her blanket down
until it was at mid thigh.  She was sleeping in a pajama top and some nice,
plain panties.  Very nice.

   In the silence, the highest button of her top undid itself.  There were
four more.  One by one, and so slow and soft that Beatrice did not stir
even slightly, her buttons unfastened themselves.  Then, with a thrill that
almost made the Fantom feel solid, her top was gently parted until her
spectacular breasts were revealed.  Though it was very dark, the Fantom,
being what he was, could see with perfect clarity her off shape and not
quite dark colored nipples.  Her tits were a real nice sized pair of
knockers and the Fantom truly wished that he could feel them.  That would
have to wait though.  He had never been able to enjoy the feel of a woman's
body unless she was awake enough to feel the embarrassment of an unwanted
touch.  That's just how his spectral abilities worked.  Still, for a long
time, he remained there, just staring at her beautiful, bountiful boobies.

   It would have been tragic if it had ended there.  He had almost spent
too much time staring.  He couldn't have that though.  So, exerting his
desire as a physical force, the Fantom yanked her panties down.  Beatrice's
eyes snapped open.  She shot up, sitting straight up as she stared
intensely into the darkness, covering her tits.  During that half a minute
or so, the Fantom was busily taking in the sight of her thick brown bush.
He would have loved a better view.  The way she was sitting did not conceal
it, but it did not let him see it in it's full glory either.  That would
have to wait as well.  Once Beatrice knew for certain that she was alone,
she pulled the blanket back up.  She couldn't shake the sensation of being
watched as she quickly got her sleeping clothes back together

   The following morning, while the six scientists and their employer went
about setting up for what they expected to be another boring day of
phenomena that only the devices could detect, Beatrice said what happened
to her at night.  It met with a bit of skepticism.  "You were just
dreaming, Beatrice," Terri said.

   "Most likely," Dr.  Otternell agreed, "but it still may be relevant.  I
assume that everyone already knows to write down any dreams they
recollect?"

   "But I don't think it was a dream," Beatrice protested.

   "Are you sure?" Carlos asked, trying not to picture the lovely woman
with her sleeping clothes undone.

   "I'm pretty sure."

   "So," Henry said, "you're trying to tell us that you think the haunting
of this house took the time to undress you while you slept even though
we've seen no other major indication of its activity?"

   Beatrice quit arguing.  It didn't matter.  They would see soon enough
the mentality of this spirit.  The Fantom returned to his attentions late
that morning.  He had wished he had managed to come to earlier, while a
girl was in the shower.  Oh well.  He was going to enjoy the women even in
their clothes.  After all, it's a lot of fun to take the clothes off of an
unsuspecting and unwilling woman.  He first went after Casey.

   So young, so pretty and so obviously naive and innocent.  The Fantom
noticed that the three men in the house all enjoyed the sight of her as
well, so he treated them to a better view.  While she was bent over a bit,
working on some wiring, and Carlos, Henry and Mr.  Dollop were all taking a
glance at that wonderfully well formed and tight derrierre of hers, the
Fantom quickly undid her shorts and slid them down to her knees. 
"O-o-o-oH!!!" She stood up and then reached down for her waistband.  Three
pairs of male eyes all shot wide open at the sight of her cute little butt
in her pretty panties.  Those panties didn't really cover a whole lot, but
it still was not good enough for the Early Night Fantom.  While she worked
her shorts back up, her panties were pulled up in a revealing wedgie while
she wiggled and whimpered.  When she was covered again, she finally had the
nerve to look behind her.  They had all seen her butt!  She blushed a
pretty shade of pink (everything she did was pretty!) and covered her face.
"Oh my god!  Did you all see that?"

   Henry, though his mind was still fixed on that wonderful image, managed
to speak professionally.  "I think we've just witnessed the first
manifestation of the Early Night Fantom during the investigation."

   "Second," Beatrice demanded.

   Dr.  Otternell reflected, "As odd as it sounds, that has some credence
now.  If this ghost has some interest in undressing people, that is."

   People?  The Fantom was irritated at that.  He did not undress `people'.
Only women.  She'd find that out.  They all would, but it would have to
wait.  "Spectral activity has decreased considerably," Henry said, glancing
at the instruments.  "I guess that little pantsing was all he the ghost had
just then."

   "I wouldn't think a pantsing would be that taxing," Carlos said.

   Dr.  Otternell said, "But if the activity level has been steadily
increasing the way we've seen, then it indicates that this Early Night
Fantom is developing from a dormant state.  Though the pantsing was small,
it fits the pattern."

   Casey practically shrieked, "Can we stop using the word pantsing?"

   "Sorry," Dr.  Otternell chuckled, unable to help herself.  "We'll see
further incidents of greater volume."

   "As long as this Fantom does something different next time.  Or at least
targets Carlos," Terri said.

   "Funny," Carlos said.  "But there's been no haunting that doesn't have a
variety of manifestations."

   So the Fantom was unique.  There would be little else.  Small objects
`misplaced', the occasional cool breeze or just case of the willies, but
nothing major that did not involve the pretty ladies' bodies.

   The Fantom had admired Dr.  Otternell since her arrival, but he had not
done anything to her yet.  Realizing that, the Fantom manifested in the
room she was working.  He looked her over, very close.  She was so lovely
and refined, even in her casual clothes.  She could feel the close
proximity of him, and she shivered.  Curled up in a chair reading the way
she was did not offer him the blatant opportunity he wanted for a good
touch or a bit of disrobing.

   "Just set that down in the corner, Terri," she said.  The Fantom noticed
the lovely Terri bending over to set down a box of unpacked equipment.  Now
there was an opportunity!  Wonderful buns bent over, but no one other than
Dr.  Otternell to see it.  So instead of dropping her pants, the Fantom
coalesced a piece of his invisible being into a hand that took a liberal
fondle of one toned buttcheek.

   "Ah!  Henry, damn it!" Then, looking around and not seeing their
resident lech, she was confused.  "Someone touched me." Only Dr.  Otternell
was present, but even if that wasn't ridiculous, she was clear across the
room.

   Terri quickly checked the devices in the room and said, "It was the
Early Night Fantom!  Just now!  It grabbed my ass!"

   Dr.  Otternell couldn't help but giggle at the silly things that were
being said and done in this place.  Before she could respond though, there
was the loud chime of the doorbell.  At the front door, she met Mr.  Dollop
who was letting in a reporter and her camera man.  "Who is this?" Dr. 
Otternell asked.

   "I'm Cynthia Diamond, KMNF news." The lady reporter (yes, you guessed
it, the attractive lady reporter), held out one hand.

   Dr.  Otternell shook hands, but complained, "I didn't know you were
inviting a news crew."

   "Two people is hardly a news crew," Mr.  Dollop said.  "And they'll sign
an agreement that allows you to remove any footage or details of the story
before it airs.  I know it might be something you're not used to, but I
have to get the word out.  If you're successful that is."

   The Eary Night Fantom found these extra visitors as delightful as Dr. 
Otternell found them annoying.  Cynthia was a remarkable woman with dark
red hair, another lovely lady for his haunting to take advantage of!  And
now there was a camera to embarrass them all with!

   Dr.  Otternell and Cynthia spoke curtly to one another about the way the
reporter and her camera would function and where they would be allowed. 
The Fantom meanwhile found lovely Terri alone, taking a break from her
work, lying down on a big couch.  The Fantom looked her long, lovely
physique over up close and Terri felt the chill of it.  She glanced around
and saw nothing.  Was it even worth mentioning afterward?  Maybe not, but
the Fantom was just starting.  Suddenly all the doors of the room shut. 
Terri sat up fast and looked around, seeing no one but herself in large
mirror.  There was a soft chuckle and she felt a chilly touch run down one
of her arms.  "What's happening?" She had seen many strange things, but
this was different.  When she stood, she felt that touch again, but as a
grip on one firm buttock.  "Oh!  Stop that!" She could tell then that this
Fantom was acting lecherously.  Then her shorts dropped to her knees "AAh!"
Her gorgeous ass in a thong received a cold caress.  She bent down to get
her shorts, and then she felt a playful swat to her ass.  "Hey!  Damn it!
Stop!" She started sliding her shorts up.  When they were almost back up
over her panties, she felt a tug on them that prevented her from pulling
them any further.  There was an outline of a pair of invisible hands
clutching them.  As she struggled in that silly tug of war, she discovered
that this Fantom was not limited to a single pair of hands.  Her top was
yanked up, and she could her own tits in the mirror.  "Oh no!  What's
happening?" She knew damn well what was happening, but it was hard even for
an investigator like her to acknowledge it.  She let her shorts go to pull
her top back down.  She got it down again, but her shorts were slipped down
to her ankles.  Before she could reach for them again, she felt a strong
grip on each wrist.  To make it worse, she could see a pair of translucent
white hands holding her.  She could actually see the hands!  Her arms were
pulled up over her head and held there as she struggled.  Her top was
pulled up her arms.  Again her beautiful tits were bared.  For a moment she
just looked at her reflection helplessly.  The Early Night Fantom also
looked, loving her taut body, firm round wide set tits, chocolate skin and
dark nipples.

   Then Terri panicked when she felt a pair of hands on her tits.  They
were not visible, but in the mirror she could see the outline of the palms
and fingers that squeezed and kneaded her.  She broke free from the grasp,
but only momentarily.  She fought against the ghostly hands that got ahold
of her again, fighting even harder now that she knew it's strength had
limits.  But another pair of hands materialized.  She turned in place, and
this put her gorgeous ass in the mirror.  One of those pale hands gently
patted her bum.  She saw it and started shouting and cursing at it to stop.
It responded by going from gentle to firm as it copped a real good feel. 
Her anger returned to fear again when she could hear the whisper, "Let's
get a look at that pussy now!"

   Trying as hard as she could, she couldn't quite keep herself from being
turned back to the mirror.  Hands, invisible hands, slid her panties down,
revealing her dark, tightly curled bush.  "No, no, NO!"

   At that moment a door burst open.  Carlos, Henry and Casey all rushed
in. For a brief moment they saw the strange hands that held onto Terri
before it all stopped.  The chill was gone and the Fantom vanished.  Terri
flushed with angry heat at the open stares from the two men as she quickly
redressed.  "Did you see that?"

   "Did we ever!" Carlos said happily.

   "No, jackass!  Did you see the ghost hands?"

   Henry admitted, "I've never known of a visible manifestation of a
haunting like that.  Were the hands all of it?"

   Terri, swallowing her pride, described the ordeal in detail.  It was all
repeated again in the presence of the other researchers and the reporter,
who seemed to take it all as a hoax.  The Fantom noted that and determined
to make her a believer.  He would have to take some time to build up the
power for it, but she was next on the strip list.

   Before that, however, the Fantom gave pats and pinches to the bums of
Casey, Beatrice, Terri (causing a wonderful pout since she was still
suffering the indignity of her earlier stripping and groping), and even Dr.
Otternell, who felt his touch for the first time.  The only lady spared was
Cynthia because the Fantom wanted her as smug and incredulous as possible
before teaching her that he was real.

   The pattern was obvious to the researchers.  "The Early Night Fantom is
fascinated by women," Dr.  Otternell said, shortly after her butt had taken
a second touch.

   Having looked into the history of the house and the readings they had
taken, along with the first hand witnessings so far, they reached a
conclusion about the spirit.  "It's not technically a ghost," Henry said.
"It's a phantom."

   "And what's the difference," Cynthia asked, the camera catching the
conversation.

   This was exactly the kind of thing that Dr.  Otternell didn't mind
giving to the media, so she explained, "A ghost, as we define it, is a
haunting that represents or is related to a formerly living person.  This
is not.  Whatever it is, it was never human." The conversation continued
about various theories until the researchers left the room.

   Cynthia had Dave, her camera man, set up for a quick sound bite.  "Right
here.  Get the antique furniture in the background and that great big
mirror and that old painting.  Ready?"

   "Five, four, three, two, one, go."

   "Even skeptics will be forced to admit that there is quite a bit of
effort, study and knowledge required for this kind of investigation.  What
was that?"

   "Cynthia?  I'm still rolling."

   "But what was that?  I felt something.  Is someone here?" She glanced
behind her.  "Sorry.  Let's pick that up again.  Even skeptics will be
forced HEY!"

   "Cynthia?"

   "Someone touched me!"

   "Cynthia, we're the only ones here." Dave took this for some joke or
added bit of personal interest for the story.  He didn't realize that the
Fantom was in the room with them.  Then he heard a whisper in his ear,
"Keep rolling.  You'll love this." And he was about to.  In fact, Dave was
not well treated by Cynthia at all, so a bit of vengeance gained by filming
her humiliation would be enjoyable.  Not to mention the fact that he would
love to see her body.  Cynthia tried to start again, but she yelped as she
felt not only a hand on her bum, but her skirt being tugged as well.  She
batted it back down.  "Dave!  Are you doing this?"

   "How?" He couldn't help smiling.  His smile got wider when her blouse
popped open.  Buttons went flying, Cynthia screamed and a nice brassiere
containing an amazing pair of knockers was captured on film.

   "Oh my god!  It's real!" She turned away from the camera, but that only
gave the Fantom the chance to lift her skirt again, this time for a
recording.  Her ass was a gorgeous and graceful curve in an expensive dark
grey thong.  "Oh!  Stop filming!  Right now!  OH!" She felt the Fantom's
touch again on her bare derrierre.  She kept fighting to put her clothes
back in place, but it was a losing battle.  Her blouse was torn from her,
and her skirt followed shortly.  She stood there hugging her own body for
support in her bra, panties and garters.  "What's that!!  Just as he had
with Terri, the Fantom manifested some visible, ghostly hands.  They pulled
her arms from her body to give the camera a good view of her scantily clad
form.  "DAVE!!  STOP FILMING OR YOU'RE FIRED!!!!"

   Dave rebutted that with some surprising logic.  "The investigators might
be able to use this footage."

   Cynthia would have loved to shout again at her leering camera man, but
she was suddenly breathless as her bra was unsnapped and one side of her
panties started to slide down.  Though she could feel the fingers that were
doing that, those particular hands were invisible.  "OH NO!  Stop it! 
Dave! Do something!" She thrashed as she struggled, her beautiful body
shaking and jiggling wonderfully.  Tits and bush were bared for the camera
as she shrieked loudly.

   Her firm, medium tits started moving under the pressure of invisible
hands that groped and squeezed.  Henry was the first one to rush to the
room.  "Again?  It's happening again?"

   Cynthia looked over at him imploringly, but Henry was at a loss.  What
was he supposed to do?  The lovely reporter's wine colored nipples moved as
though being tweaked and pulled.  "AAAaaAAAH!  Make it stop!  Some one do
something!"

   In the next moment, Dr.  Otternell and Carlos ran in at that moment. 
"My word!" "Great tits!" "Carlos!" "Sorry."

   But the hands, both visible and invisible all vanished.  Cynthia
shivered a moment, then realized that she was still bared and that three
men were staring at her.  "You pigs!  Did you enjoy that?" She muttered
quite a few curses as she put her lingerie back in place.

   Henry, without taking his eyes off that gorgeous body, said, "This is
similar to what happened before.  Too many witnesses and the Early Night
Fantom fades."

   Carlos handed Cynthia her top as he suggested, "We should go over the
notes.  See if it touches women when a lot of people are present."

   "But then why wouldn't it appear whenever a woman is alone?" Dr. 
Otternell wondered.  "This is something fairly complex."

   "You people are out of your minds!" Cynthia demanded.  "I'm getting out
of this place!" She ran out of the room while she was still pulling her
buttonless blouse back on.  The others followed her, some trying to calm
her down.  At the front door, however, Cynthia found that her troubles were
only starting.  The doors wouldn't budge.  She turned frantic when she
realized that the knobs may as well be soldered in place.  "Why won't this
open?"

   The phone rang.  Dr.  Otternell answered it.  "Hello?"

   "There is no escape," said a creepy voice.  "You can't leave until I let
you.  I'm going to squeeze every tit in the house." Wicked laughter
sounded, and Dr.  Otternell slammed it down.

   "We're trapped.  The Fantom has us blocked in.  Carlos, you and Beatrice
start trying to find a way out.  Check every door and window.  If none of
them open, break one.  If that doesn't work, find a way to break the
Fantom's power."

   Realizing that their curiosity has turned to a real struggle, the
scientists returned to work, looking for any solutions.  The first thing to
do was obvious as soon as Dave announced it, "I've got footage of Cynthia's
stripping.  Would it help to watch it?"

   "Yes, it would," Dr.  Otternell said.  Her colleagues concurred. 
Cynthia said very loudly and angrily that no one should watch it, but she
was overruled.  So all of them gathered at a big screen.

   Including herself, it was a group of nine people watching a big TV
screen filled with her nudity, so Cynthia sat blushing and fuming and
trying not to watch.  When she managed that though, she ended up seeing the
satisfied grins on the men's faces and that was worse.  The investigators
slowed it down and rewound it and paused it and zoomed in as they made
their commentary and took their notes.  Not all of the comments were
directed at the phenomenon.  "You have exceptional taste in underwear,"
Henry said to her.

   A little bit later, Cynthia was looking at a slow motion close up of her
own dark red bush.  "Do you have to zoom in on that?"

   "We didn't," Beatrice told her.  "Your camera man zoomed in while he was
filming."

   "DAVE!"

   He defended his own actions quite well.  "Look, you can see movement in
the hairs.  Another invisible hand was touching her there."

   Along with that tape, all of their devices and recordings and research
were pored over heavily.  The little instances of touches and pinches
become infrequent.  This had the investigators confused.  What they didn't
know was that the Fantom was reserving his strength.

   It wasn't until night time that he got to enjoy his pursuits again. 
With everyone asleep, the Fantom appeared in a bed room.  He wanted to see
one of the same lovelies that he had stripped during the day, now that he
would have more time.  He couldn't possibly decide which one though, as
they were both marvelous.  Terri was the first asleep though, so she was
the one the Fantom visited.  The room was dark, but to the Early Night
Fantom, it was no problem.  He could see her as though it was daylight. 
She was so lovely.  She had an intensity to her attraction during the day.
Asleep, she seemed so gentle.  The pretty but severe features all seemed so
soft and relaxed.  Her snoring wasn't exactly pretty, but you can't have
everything.  It was warm, so she had on only a thin sheet, and only over
the lower half of her body.  The Fantom started off by slowly raising the
dainty little top she had on until her gorgeous boobs were bared for him
again.  Were they on the lower side of the big spectrum of size, or on the
high side of medium?  Hard to tell, especially with her lying down.  They
were a pair of wonderful hills tipped with very dark brown nipples that
were slightly oval and a bit off center.  How the Fantom would have loved
to cop another feel.  It wasn't possible for him while she slept though,
only while she was awake and aware of her embarrassment.  He could look
though, and he spent quite some time ogling her gorgeous mounds.

   What about that bush now?  He had gotten a good look before, but not a
long look.  Slowly he pulled the sheet down.  Her panties followed until
they were at mid thigh (and what thighs!  MmMM!  Damn she was in shape!).
Terri murmured a moment in her sleep.  The Fantom would have loved for her
to wake.  Then he could use his hands again.  She did not though, she just
settled back and breathed deeply again.  Ah well, at least he was getting a
good look at that bush.  It was very, very triangular, jet black and very
thick.  It didn't stand too high, but it was still a forest that you could
get lost in.  The Fantom had intended to visit another girl during the
night, but he became so enamored of this incredible physique and alluring
naughty bits that he became too distracted to remain aware.  He drifted
into what, for him, passed for sleep.  It was a happy sleep though, filled
with the warmth of lust.

   Early the next morning, the Fantom was alert enough to take advantage of
another opportunity.  It was the lovely young Casey that captured his
attention.  While she was in the shower of course.  The Fantom delighted in
the ability to watch her wet and naked body as she soaped up, and rinsed,
and soaped up, and rinsed, and soaped up.  Wonderful!  He didn't even
interfere with her for a while, enjoying the voyeurism of it.  She had such
a nice, pert, tight young body.  Very firm mediums that stood out from her
tight little body wonderfully.  A great little heinie.  He'd seen it once
already, having wedgied her, but it was even better completely bare.  From
top to bottom she was a progression of perfection.  And she seemed to enjoy
her shower so much, smiling prettily and singing softly and badly.

   When he decided it was time to let her know he was there, he used the
steam from the shower.  He let it outline a face with a big, unnatural
smile.  Casey noticed it, gave it a curious look, then shrieked when she
realized it was not her imagination.  "The Fantom!  Oh, get away!" That
steamy face was leering so lecherously at her body that she felt a surge of
flustered shock.  She threw her arms across her pretty tits and leapt from
the shower.  Wet and none too graceful anyway, this would have sent her
sprawling to the floor if it weren't for a trio of vaporous steam hands
that became solid enough to catch her.  For the briefest of moments she
felt grateful to be saved.  Then one of those elemental hands ran its
fingers through her wet bush.

   "NO!" She struggled, but all of a sudden, there were so many hands! 
Over half a dozen of them, all formed out of that steam.  They looked
insubstantial but they were able to push and grab her, keeping her off
balance as she batted at them.  One of them grabbed her ass.  One ran along
her thigh.  One grabbed her wrist and prevented her from covering or
fighting.  "Stop it!  Leave me alone!  Stop touching me!!" The ogling head
had not vanished, and that was almost as bad as the grabby hands.  It
hovered in front of her with its goofy grin and big eyes.  With deliberate
movements, it let her know right where it was staring.  He made eye contact
as she shouted at him.  Then he moved for a good look at her tits.  She
trembled at the feel of hands rubbing along her waist, back, buns and legs
as the head moved down for good look at her muff.  She turned in place and
tried to swat at the ghostly body parts, but to no avail.  Her wet bush,
brown rather than the blonde of her head, kept the stare of the steamy head
for a bit before she finally threw her hand at it hard enough to disperse
it.

   That little victory didn't mean much since one of the steamy hands (and
there were even more of them now!) began combing it's fingers through that
beautiful brown bush.  The hands became stronger as they held her arms out.
Hands grabbed both of her buns, stroked her bush, squeezed her tits and
roamed all over her body as the steam head reformed and laughed.  A spooky
whisper complimented her, "Great body, sweetheart!  You've got such sweet
tits!  You've got a great--"

   A hammering knock from the door sounded as Beatrice shouted, "You've
been in there forever!  Give someone else a chance!" The steamy apparition
vanished and Casey slumped to floor, blushing and mumbling and cursing.

   As the day went on, the scientists, the women in particular, noticed the
lack of touches.  They worked nonstop to find a way to exorcise the Early
Night Fantom or at least to escape the house.  No door would budge.  No
window would open.  The glass was even unbreakable.  They were stuck inside
with a groping ghost until they had a solution.

   They were free from his shenanigans until much later in the day.  It
happened in the kitchen, where Beatrice was about to make dinner.  She was
the best cook of them all, so she was the one that typically was given that
job.  The Fantom had already noticed that, and he waited for her there. 
Without any incidents after that morning shower fun with Casey, they had
all gotten too comfortable.  They were not all grouped together in the
house.  Beatrice was there, all alone, and no one was close.  She was his!
He had already seen her tits and her bush when he had undressed her that
first night.  Now though he would get to see her reaction while she was
awake, and he would get to enjoy the feel of her.

   Beatrice did enjoy this kitchen.  Unlike the rest of the place, it was
quite modern and entirely practical.  She opened one of the cabinets to get
out some supplies.  Then, behind her, she heard another cabinet open.  When
she looked, she saw one of the shiny, metal cabinet doors partway open. 
She needed in there anyway, so she ignored it, not realizing yet that it
wasn't just a loose door.  It was opened by the Early Night Fantom.  By the
time she turned around again, there were several items sitting on the
counter in the middle of the kitchen, and she hadn't put them there. 
"Casey?  Terri?  Is that you?" She already had chills.  It didn't surprise
her that there was no answer.

   There was no more prelude to it.  She was pushed gently back against a
counter.  She could not see the hands, but she felt them as they moved up
from her hips.  "Stop that!  Let go!" She pushed past them, but only got a
step away before she felt a grip on one arm, again invisible.  She pulled
away from it, but felt another hand preventing her from running.  The
Fantom enjoyed this little wrestling match as he kept her place, but let
her resist enough that she thought she might escape.

   It was then that she saw four of those terrible, translucent hands
materialize.  These hands were stronger than the invisible ones and she was
so busy trying to get past them that she was entirely unable to prevent
what the invisible hands were doing to her clothes.  Her top and bra were
both shoved up to reveal her wonderful jugs.  She squealed as she squirmed,
and it only got worse.  One of the white hands took a grab of one big
titty. She batted it away fast though.  As she did that, the other three
hands all got a hold of her top.  There was a terrible ripping sound as her
shirt was torn off of her body entirely.  "NO!  NOOoOOO!" Invisible hands
undid her pants as she stared down.  She grabbed her waistband, but try as
she might, she couldn't keep them up.  They were slid down her lovely,
curvaceous legs, just as her bra was torn off the same way her shirt was.

   She looked around the room for help, but the only person she saw was
herself, reflected in the metal cabinet doors.  Ghostly hands, and there
were more than four now, grabbed at her panties all around, tugging so many
different directions that they were doomed to a fast tear away.  Beatrice
was mortified.  Even though she couldn't see her tormentor, she could
almost feel the lusty leer now that she was stripped.  Her pants were
around her calves and above that she was totally naked.

   She felt an invisible hand on her body, on her lovely waist.  When she
glanced down, she saw that the hand had left a handprint.  A white
handprint made with flour.  That's what the stuff on the counter was for,
to leave the marks of the touches.  Another flour white handprint appeared
just below her neck, just above her breasts.  "No, no, NO!" But it kept
happening.  She turned and tried to escape, but she couldn't.  She wanted
to close her eyes, but her embarrassment kept her looking to see where more
handprints would appear.  They were white from the flour, red from cherry
syrup, dark from chocolate, and yellow from butter.

   The handprints were all over her gorgeous back.  They were all over her
legs.  Her hips, sides, belly and arms all were covered with them.  There
was even one chocolate handprint on her face.  White flour smudges were all
around her face as well, especially one adorable mark on the end of her
nose.

   The only parts of her that were untouched yet were her tits, ass and
pussy.  She realized that, and she knew that the Fantom was only saving
those goodies for last.  "NO!  HELP!  SOMEONE HELP ME!" White hands grabbed
her wrists and ankles, just so she would know exactly how defenseless she
was.  Then she felt a pair of hands grab ahold of her beautiful, ample ass.
"AAaaAAAAH!  NO!  Stop that!  Don't touch me there!" After an enjoyable
groping there, the hands left her bum, leaving behind one red and one dark
handprint.

   A white hand rubbed flour into her bush real good while she wriggled and
protested.  Finally, the Fantom did what he had been dying to do since he
stripped her in her sleep.  He felt her tits.  At first it was a pair of
invisible hands without any messy stuff.  She looked down and saw her
breasts move and mould with hand shapes.  "Oh my god!" She looked into one
of those metal surfaces and she could see the impressions of those happy,
unseen hands as they squeezed, fondled and jiggled her big, beautiful tits.

   Beatrice no longer shouted or complained.  Her head drooped in defeat as
she endured the groping ghost's titty attention for several more minutes.
When she felt it let go, she looked back up, but only to see two of the
white hands poised for another titty touch.  Each one was covered, one with
butter, the other with cherry sauce.  They pressed firmly into her boobs,
leaving handprint evidence of their touch.  "AAaaAAAHH!!"

   She was set down again, though she hadn't realized that she had actually
been lifted off the ground until then.  When she noticed that, she saw why.
The Fantom had stripped her pants and panties completely off!  He even took
her socks.  She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking it was over,
but she saw a pair of white, ghostly hands rapidly gather her clothes while
a third mockingly beckoned her to come get them.  The hands, and the
clothes, hovered away, out the kitchen door.

   "Hey!  Come back with those!" Beatrice chased after her stolen garments
through a few rooms before she raced into the one that her clothes were
dropped in.  That room held not only her clothes, but also three people,
Dr. Otternell, Mr.  Dollop and Carlos.  Beatrice stood stock still, butt
naked and covered with multicolor handprints.  "Oh my god!"

   "What the hell?" "My word!" "My word, too!!"

   "No, don't cover!" Dr.  Otternell demanded.

   "What?"

   Carlos understood, and he couldn't help smiling wide.  "Did the Fantom
leave those handprints?"

   "Y-yes." Beatrice was exerting all of her willpower to keep her own
hands from smudging the evidence.

   "Then we have to measure them and scan them," he said happily, obviously
volunteering for that job.  So Beatrice ended up standing there, ashamed,
naked and still messy as Carlos painstakingly went over her entire body.

   While running a scanner over a handprint on her breast, Carlos held that
lovely tit up, carefully avoiding the handprint on it, for easier access.
She demanded, "You don't have to touch me!"

   Dr.  Otternell glanced over, "He's a professional, Beatrice.  Don't
worry." Then she went back to going over the data Carlos had already
accumulated.  No, dear reader, Dr.  Otternell was not that dense.  She was,
however enthralled by the opportunity to study a manifestation in a way
that hadn't ever been possible before.

   As for Carlos's professionalism, to Beatrice it seemed rather lacking.
Probably because of the smile on his face the whole time he worked.  She
knew though, despite the indignity of her situation, that they really might
learn something of value, so she just tried to stay silent as she fought
back a tear.  Carlos ran the scanner over every single handprint, seeming
to take longer on intimate areas.  He measured the handprints as well. 
When he was only halfway through, all the scientists were there, working
over the findings.  Mr.  Dollop, Henry and Dave were more interested in
watching the collection of that data though.  At long last, when the last
handprint was studied, Beatrice squealed, "Can I go take a shower now?"

   "I'll go with you," Casey said, "just in case." She remembered all to
well her own shower experience with the Fantom.  By then, all the women
were paranoid about the spirit and his perversions.  All except for Dr. 
Otternell, who had not yet been through a stripping and groping.

   The new information was fascinating to Dr.  Otternell.  The handprints
were all different sizes.  The psychic residue of the handprints wasn't
even uniform.  She began studying the varying results of their devices
throughout the house, eventually finding herself alone, though she wouldn't
realize that until it was too late.

   She was mumbling to herself, "What are we missing?  We're missing
something obvious." Then there was another barely audible mumble in the
room.  She spun around, finally realizing that she had made herself
vulnerable.  "Who's there?  Mr.  Dollop?" Of course it was the Fantom. 
There was a slight chill to the air and she knew that she was about to have
her first real experience with this lecherous ghost.  She was both afraid
and enthusiastic.  She knew that the other women in the house had all
seemed thoroughly embarrassed about their experiences, but at the same
time, the scientist part of her mind was almost eager to see this happen.

   "Great body," the odd murmur said in her ear.  For the Fantom there was
no split emotion.  He had saved this gorgeous woman for last, and he was
thrilled that her time had come.  Casey was the cute one.  Terri had the
dramatic looks.  Beatrice had the soft and gentle features.  Cynthia the
reporter was the most perfectly formed of the ladies.  Dr.  Otternell
though was the one with extraordinarily classical and elegant beauty.  And
the Fantom couldn't wait to see her tits.

   As Dr.  Otternell backed away instinctively from the unseen threat her
shirt started unbuttoning.  She started to panic as she felt her pants
begin to slide down her legs.  There was already a group of hands, all
invisible, but all evident.  One she could even feel caressing its way
along her side.  She panicked for a moment, but then she managed to
maintain her skills of observation.  She didn't run.  She needed to see
what was going to happen.  She looked around the room and saw no sign of
the Fantom.  She could only feel him as he stripped her shirt completely
off and dropped her pants to her ankles.  She had been stripped to her
underwear and ghostly hands appeared.  She trembled as her eyes scanned all
over the room for some clue.  Her eyes stopped for an embarrassed moment on
her reflection, so close to naked.  Then it hit her!  She knew what to do!
Before she could scream for help though, one white hand closed over her
mouth.

   The Fantom manifested a happy, smiling face that would have seemed silly
if it weren't so greedily leering at her body.  She was magnificent!  A
body that was voluptuous, but not overwhelmingly so.  Those curves and
shapes all moved into each other so perfectly.  It was nearly impossible to
look at just one part of this woman.  Her body demanded attention all over!

   She began to struggle much harder, so the Fantom had to form more hands
to keep her in place.  He couldn't keep her still, but he did keep her from
running.  She was as embarrassed and afraid as the other girls had been,
but she was also angry and determined in a way that the others had not
been, so she was harder to hold.  This inspired the Fantom to greater
solidity.  More hands formed, eight total so far, along with another face.
Those heads floated around her, taking in the sight of her dishabille from
all sides and angles, smiling and laughing and taunting her.  Her bra
unsnapped, and she writhed in place.  The roaming hands stripped it from
her body fast.  "Great tits!" the faces said in unison, both staring
happily at her bosom.  They were breasts that almost seemed proud of
themselves, excellently formed with nice nipples, neither dark nor light.
One hand began lightly pinching one of those nipples.

   "MMmmM!  Lmme go!  Nn!  Stp!" But of course the was no stop.  A pair of
ghostly hands lovingly kneaded her glorious boobs while another pair slowly
pulled her panties down.  Hands ran along her amazing legs.  AMAZING legs!
In fact, a new pair of hands formed just to join in, fondling those thighs
and calves.  Four hands roamed all over her lower half, along her legs,
caressing and squeezing her butt.  Her very light brown bush endured
occasional brushes of Fantom fingers.

   Dr.  Otternell looked at her reflection and shuddered at all the hands,
more than twelve by then moving all over her body.  She opened her mouth
wide and bit at the hand there, surprised that it was solid enough for her
teeth to chomp.  The Fantom was surprised as well, pain being a rare thing
for him.  The more dedicated his loving was though, the more tangible he
became.  For a moment the lovely lady scientist broke free and shouted at
the top of her voice.  She might have actually escaped if it weren't for
the pants around her ankles stifling her run.  The Fantom got ahold of her
again.  It became even harder to hold her, but that didn't stop him from
groping her continuously as he pushed her around, keeping her from the
doors.

   Her voice, that had seemed so gentle before, was the most piercing of
any shriek so far.  It carried through the house, and in no time Terri was
there.  For several seconds, she didn't know what to do.  She had expected
the ghost to vanish as he had before.  Instead, a new trio of hands simply
formed and began to take advantage of this second, beautiful woman.  "NO!
Not again!"

   For a little over a minute the two beauties continued to try to pull
away from the ghostly groper.  Then Carlos made it there.  The urgency of
the situation didn't quite keep him from gawking a few moments at the
gorgeous, naked Dr.  Otternell and the now bare breasted Terri.

   Dr.  Otternell shouted to him, "Break the mirror!  Break the mirror!"

   The Fantom's voice was loud for the first time, "NO!" But it was too
late.  Carlos shattered the glass with a chair.  Instantly the Fantom
vanished.

   Dr.  Otternell, while trying to untwist her panties and pull them up,
explained, "There was always a mirror or some kind of reflection every
time. We have to break all the mirrors in the house."

   Carlos, while blatantly staring at his boss's naked body, asked, "Are
you sure that'll work?"

   "Do you have any other suggestion?" she asked, blushing deeply at his
obvious attention while struggling with her pants.  Once she had them up,
she put her hands over her tits.  "Could someone find my shirt please?"

   They gathered everyone together, and in teams of twos, they rushed
through the house, breaking every mirror, big or small.  Most rooms had at
least one.  For the most part it was easy even if it did take time.  Only
in one room was there any kind of delay.  It was Cynthia and Casey that
were a bit stumped when they made their way to the kitchen.  The
reflections in that room weren't mirrors.  They were hard metal surfaces
all over the cabinets.  "How do we break these?" Cynthia said.

   "You don't," was the ghostly reply.  In every other room the breaking of
glass was too fast for the Fantom to act.  Here was his last opportunity
for fun, and he wasn't about to miss it.  What's more, with so many
reflections shattered, his strength was focused more than ever in one spot.
He had spoken before acting this time just to see the girls react.  The
panic was delightful.  Casey backed into a corner where two counters met.
Then she felt invisible hands on her shoulders.  Cynthia almost got away,
but a white hand grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her just in time.  She
tried to pry the fingers off of her, but while she did, more hands formed
behind her.  Invisible hands herded the two girls together where a group of
white, ghostly hands went to work.  The girls batted at the hands and
pushed them away, but there were just too many.  Every time they tried to
break away, the invisible hands were there to push them back again.

   Cynthia shrieked at a trio of hands that distracted her while a pair she
wasn't yet aware of started popping the buttons on her blouse.  Casey's
pants were already undone and three Fantom hands pulled them down despite
her efforts to keep them up.  "Nice little ass!" she heard as a hand took a
greedy grab of one of her adorable buns.

   "Stop!" "Let us go!" But the hands kept it up and shortly, Casey was
stripped to bra and thong.  Cynthia was also underwear clad but she also
had her torn shirt on, though it helped little.  The hands were a swarm
now, so many that several just hovered around them, circling and waiting
while others did the stripping.  She was too busy trying to keep that top
on to stop the hands that were grabbing at her panties' waistband.  The
sinister voice of the Fantom said, "Let's see that muff again, reporter
girl!"

   "NOOOO!" But it was too late, her panties were yanked down to her knees,
baring her lovely dark red bush.  A moment later Casey got the same
treatment.  Her cute little bush was exposed for the ghost.  Both of the
women, ordinarily so confident and proud were reduced to shouting,
blushing, moist eyed, nervous wrecks.

   There was no further pretense of any contest.  Strong, white hands
grabbed the ladies' arms and pulled them up, away from their bodies. 
Cynthia looked down at her bush, great, thick bush that ordinarily stood
up, away from her body.  There was a portion of it flattened out under the
pressure of invisible fingers.  "Stop it!  Don't touch me there!" Next to
her Casey shrieked at the sudden feel of a touch to her pretty, short
trimmed, brown bush.  They squirmed and struggled helplessly as invisible
hands played with their pussies.

   All the commotion had attracted Dr.  Otternell and Terri.  Cynthia and
Casey both looked relieved even though the hands never left their
intimates. "Help us!"

   Both Dr.  Otternell and Terri were courageous, so they did the foolish
thing rather than the smart thing.  They tried to get past the hands to
free the women.  It would have been much more intelligent to go for help,
but even smart women can make mistakes when they have only moments to act.
Of course all those hands swooped to the two new targets.  It was again a
struggle, as four women were harder to control than merely two, but even as
this little fight went on, more of the house's many mirrors were being
broken, bringing more and more of the Fantom's attention here.  More hands,
and stronger, popped up and enjoyed the sport of keeping the girls in the
kitchen while undressing them.  Hands moved all over the pretty bodies and
before long, four different states of undress were created.  Terri was
reduced to her bra and panties while hands, both white and invisible ran
all over her lovely physique.  Dr.  Otternell was topless and she fumed
helplessly as her arms were held and a pair of invisible hands began
happily fondling her gorgeous tits.  Cynthia had on only her lacy bra.  She
was no longer held in place but a swarm of hands kept tormenting her by
moving in for quick grabs, pats, and pinches.  Casey had been stripped
fully nude, her clothes, like all the others that had been torn off, had
been swiftly carried out the kitchen door.

   At that moment the last of the women, Beatrice came in, accompanied by
Henry.  The sudden shouting kept anyone from hearing what anyone else was
saying.  Beatrice, before she realized what she should do, was pulled into
the little embarrassed harem.  Instantly hands were relieving her of her
skirt.  Henry was ignored by the hands except when he tried to get to the
ladies, when he was pushed away.  Dr.  Otternell, pushing a pair of hands
away from her tits, demanded, "It's the cabinets, Henry!  Break them!"

   Defying his desire to keep watching, Henry turned to the task at hand
and tried to break one.  It was metal, not glass, so he wasn't able to. 
"I'll get help!" he shouted and he was out the door.

   Most of the women were furious at him for abandoning them.  "Get back
here!" "You little coward!" "Don't leave us like this!" Clothes kept coming
off and hands kept swarming among them, moving all over their exposure,
squeezing their tits and asses, pinching their nipples and stroking their
pussies.  "How did it get this strong?," Terri shouted.

   "We should have busted the cabinets first!," Dr.  Otternell said.  Then
she squawked at the pair of hands that clapped onto her ass.

   All five of them were butt naked, all their clothing out of reach in
another room.  There were moments when a naked beauty could get past the
hands, but always she was dragged back.  The cabinets and refrigerator shot
open.  Beatrice wailed, already knowing what would happen, since she had
been painted by the Fantom once.  All manner of food and condiments were
thrown in among them.  There were only a few handprints though, as it was
more of a smearing, chaotic mess this time.

   Henry returned with Carlos, Mr.  Dollop and Dave, all armed with
hammers. After a few shocked moments at the sight of the quintet of naked,
messy beauties, they went to work, pounding away at every reflective
surface.  The Fantom wanted to stop them, but found that he had very little
control over his own impulses by then.  He could take only a few hands away
from the mass of groping and painting.  Every few seconds a hammer would be
pulled from the grasp of the heroic effort, but then it would drop.  The
end was inevitable.  It took some time to batter each cabinet to the point
of making it useless to the Fantom, but in the end, the hands all vanished,
leaving five women (naked except for sugar, eggs, chocolate, butter,
crumbs, ice cream and so on) all feeling humiliated at their experience and
embarrassed at the eyes of the men that could no stare without distraction,
but also begrudgingly appreciative toward their rescuers.

   After they had all showered up and redressed, Carlos and Henry had
already studied the results of the machines they had all over the house. 
They could tell the very grateful Mr.  Dollop that his famous house was no
longer haunted.

   A sizable check would be granted the research team.  For Cynthia, it was
quite a story, though she made certain that the footage of her own nudity
never made it on the air.  Dave had secret copy that he kept and
occasionally showed to other employees of the station.

   As they were preparing to leave, having loaded up all of their
equipment, Mr.  Dollop had to ask, "You're certain that the Early Night
Fantom is gone?"

   "Absolutely," Dr.  Otternell assured him.  "We've kept monitoring and
there's no more psychic presence here now than in the average home."

   "But what happened to the ghost?  Is it just gone?"

   "I'm leaving now," said the voice of the Fantom of himself.  This time
there was nothing sinister about it.  A translucent head and hand
manifested and explained, "I had to say thank you before I left.  I was
trapped here until now.  You dear lady," he said to Dr.  Otternell, "have
freed me from the house." He gave a gallant kiss to her hand before
vanishing again, leaving the bewildered scientist wondering if she had done
the world a service or not.