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(The following video is a recording of a live stream from 'Spook Seekers Warwick', during their investigation of the site of the closed hospital of St Morrden's Rest,  dated 31st October 2021)

Pure blackness. Suddenly there was a flicker and then the screen came on, revealing a cheery, bearded face mere inches away.

'Alright...what's up everyone? Chase here. Great to be vlogging for you again, especially as this is Spook Seekers Halloween special!'

The camera view expanded outwards as the young man holding it put it down onto an unseen surface, allowing the viewers to see the full profile of him. The small room he was in was dimly lit, with only the camera's in-built light providing any sort of illumination. Rubbing his hands unconsciously upon his knees, he was clearly struggling to contain the sheer excitement he was currently feeling. Thin faced, slender and with a bushy beard, there was no doubting though the youthful energy and enthusiasm in his bluish eyes. 

'So to recap we're here at the abandoned hospital of St Morrden's Rest, conducting an overnight investigation of the site'. He leaned forward as he spoke, gesturing randomly through the air as he did so. 'This place is said to be well active, with lots of stories shared among the locals of all sorts of things going on here at night, with weird lights and movements seen through windows and voices heard when there is no one about.'

'As you can imagine there's a bit of a story, and some mystery, to this place. While it was open for over six decades this main building of the hospital saw a lot of patients pass through these doors and sadly many of them died here. We haven't found any evidence that this was due to negligence or scandals anymore then what you'd see in any other hospital so we're really curious as to why there is so much alleged activity taking place here. Could it be there is something unknown story waiting here for us to uncover?' At that moment Chase stopped talking for a second, glancing over to the one side. He seemed to be listening intently as if he’d heard something.

Turning his attention back to the camera he picked up from where he left off. 'It's because of that we're here tonight to see if we can't get some definitive evidence to prove there is something beyond the norm going on in here.'

Growing breathless as he spoke Chase continued on. 'The rest of the team have gone off to explore other areas of the site which have been reported to be active. I'm going to stay here in this room, where many local residents have reported seeing a figure walking about in the early hours of the morning. I will be seeing if I can connect with whoever is in here by carrying out a solo EVP session.'

Chase took a break for a moment and had a drink from the bottle of water he'd brought with him. 'So to give a bit of an explanation for any first-time viewers joining us during this live stream EVP stands for electronic voice phenomenon. It is the term we use to describe the sounds captured by devices that we believe are attempts by the entities in locations such as this to communicate with us.'

'Here is an example of one such device that we use to be able to hear and record those sounds.' He held up a device in front of the camera so the viewers could clearly see it. It was a rectangle box as long as a hand's span, with a speaker on the bottom part and a range of buttons and lights along the surface with a small screen upon the top part. It was akin to an older style mobile phone, when they had been more bulky than the slim compacts of the present day.

'I'm going to conduct a session here in this room while the others carry out their own investigations. I've got my trusty radio so I can stay in touch with them but otherwise I'll be alone by myself here for a while tonight.'

'First of all let me show you all properly the room I'm in.' Picking up the camera Chase then stood up and slowly spun around, allowing the entirely of the room itself to come into view. It was a private hospital room like any other; plain white, a carpeted floor and a single bed near a large window with solid bars over it. Clearly though time and the abandoned nature of the site had left the place in a decrepit state; the plaster peeling off the walls, the discoloured state of the carpet; and patches of thick dust here and there attested strongly to that.

Putting the camera back onto a stool next to the bed Chase sat down on the edge. His hands was gripping his knees tightly as he spoke. 'I'll be starting the session in a moment. In order to allow the entity in the room to speak over the EVP recorder I will allow it to borrow some of my energies in order to communicate. This is something we recommend people don't try themselves unless you’ve had proper training in its risks and the proper manner of doing so.’

'So, it's time', Chase clapped his hands together in readiness. 'Wish me luck everyone! Let's get to it.'

Fiddling for a moment so the camera could take in the whole of the bed Chase then laid down, getting comfortable in the position. Crossing his hands over his stomach he then lay there and waited, staring at the ceiling far overhead.

Minutes passed by, the scene going quiet and still. There was no sign of any of the other members of the team; such was the scale of the hospital building that the distance between them absorbed any sounds they might have made. That lack of noise, combined with the low light in the room, created a blanket of oppressive silence that could be felt by anyone watching the scene. It gave the sense that was hardly anything that could break such a quiet.

The EVP Recorder, which was standing on the side table next to the bed, gave a small buzz, a few of the lights flickering with some activity. From where he lay Chase glanced over at the screen and then looked around, as if in hopes he might catch sight of something. Every now and again the lights would glow, indicting some form of response but too minor to register with the machine as a vocal response.

'Hello?' Chase called out. 'If there someone here with me?'

There was no verbal response, although the lights did blink once more. Taking it as a sign Chase tried to reach out again. 'If there is someone with me can you communicate? Are you able to talk to me?'

This time the device gave a strong buzz, picking up a signal powerful enough that it vocalised the response. speaking out in a flat, monotone voice. 

Here

'You're here? In this room with me?' 

Silence for a moment, then followed by another word. 

Lonely

'You're feeling lonely? Are you by yourself in this room?' Chase continued to talk, not moving from where he was but slowly turning his head around as he scanned the room. More quietly, he spoke directly to the camera and the viewers watching. 'I am starting to feel like there is something in here with me, like...when you know someone is there but you can't see them.'

He fell quiet as he waited for whatever was there with him to response. This time though the silence stretched on for a bit longer, to the point he raised his voice again to press the entity.

'Would you like to talk to me a bit more? Can you tell me how you're feeling?'

Warmth...comfort

'You need warmth, to have comfort?' Chase said, his expression jubilant. He seemed barely able to contain himself at all this contact he was getting. Wanting to encourage the entity to continue Chase said, 'You're free to take some of my energy if you’d like. Just use what you need and go from there.'

The room returned to stillness, with the only changes between the pattern of flickering lights on the EVP recorder. As the moments trickled by though that was a soft yet sharp sound that could be heard, one that was quite familiar to many of the people listening.

'What in the world...?' Chase exclaimed, rising himself up a bit on his elbows. He was staring in shock at his crotch as the metal slider on his zipper was being pulled down, without himself or anyone else doing it. Stunned,  his eyes were widening in shock as he witnessed such a clear, unexplainable action taking place before him.

The surprise on his features only deepened as the button of his jeans popped open and the folds of denim spread wide, looking for all the world as if the material itself was moving of its own accord. 

'I...I can't explain what is going on at the moment', Chase said, seeking stability in talking aloud to everyone. 'Spirit, is that you who opened my jeans? Can you talk to me?'

There was no response to his question, although something else started to happen instead. It was slight, ever so minute from the view of the camera, but an attentive viewer could see the fabric of the ghost hunter's briefs moving, as though someone or something was touching it. The man himself seemed unable to speak as the area of his bulge started to move, like it was being groped lightly. There was no mistaking that the indention on the fabric was like that of a hand or that Chase himself could quite clearly feel it, judging by how he was reacting to the touch.

Chase was just watching what was taking place before him, a dumbfounded expression on his features. What must have been going on through his head at that point? Perhaps he was paralysed by the unusualness of the situation. To have a spirit coming onto him was surely something he hadn't experienced before and a normal person would certainly react to that, likely moving away from the bed and the overfriendly entity. On the other hand this was direct contact with a spirit, something that ghost hunters dreamt of happening during their careers. Maybe it was these conflicting thoughts that had him just lay there, waiting to see what would happen next.

Hungry 

Another word came over the device, followed by a rapid blinking of lights. 

In that moment, distracted as he was by the sudden turn of events, Chase responded immediately before he could stop to think it over.

'Well, if you're hungry for some energy then go ahead. You can take some more of mine.'

For several moments there was no response to his offer. It was then that something else happened that drew his attention back towards his crotch, as the rim of his underwear was pulled down.

Chase's cheeks blushed as his flaccid cock was exposed. The fact that his privates were being revealed on live stream seemed to almost cause him to bolt off the bed but then that reaction was arrested the next moment as he beheld, and felt, something else unbelievable occur; by an unseen hand his soft rick was lifted upwards into the air. There was the impression of 'movement' upon it, as the skin of his dick was being pulled up and down. It almost seemed like the flesh was rippling, jerking in a steady motion. There was no doubt though what this kind of motion was to anyone seeing it; it was like someone or something was masturbating Chase’s cock.

It was a sight that would seriously mess with the eyes, to see movement happening without anything visibly making it occur. Regardless of the strangeness of the situation there was no mistaking the fact that Chase's cock was being played with it. It seemed that the pressure and speed upon the dick was increasing, for at time it was teasing the foreskin to be pulled down.

Something else noticeable was that Chase, despite still being somewhat stunned by this turn of events, was not disliking the sensations he was receiving. Certainly his cock was enjoyed the attention, for it was starting to stiffen, growing in length as blood surged into it. As the shaft was hardening the foreskin peeled back of its own accord, revealing the shiny red glans underneath.

As Chase's cock continued to be jerked off by the intangible presence there with him something caught his eye. It was faint, almost more of a vague suggestion than anything more, but a person watching could have sworn there was some form of movement or shape there in the gloomy darkness becoming present around the erection. The investigator was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, as though unsure what he was seeing.

As the moments passed by with growing certainly one could be certain that there was something there and have an idea what it was. It appeared to be the faint impression of a person's head, an image that was more of a notion then actual sight and lacking in detail but a head to be sure. That head was bend down over Chase's lower regions and was bobbing up and down in swift motions over his dick. Maybe their eyes were playing some sort of trick on them, maybe it was their minds coming to this conclusion...but it looked as though whatever it was was giving him a blow job. 

'Mother of...', Chase exclaimed. He made no effort to move from his position however for his thoughts and eyes were totally engrossed by the sight before him.

He kept watching as 'head' continued to bob along the fullness of his hardness, at times becoming more or less translucent. It glided over his dick with a rhythm that was smooth and continuous, easily running back and forth across the length of the member. Such efforts had brought his cock to its full hardness and now the man seemed to be having trouble remaining still. The growing pleasure meant Chase was increasingly finding it difficult to remain still and to not do more to reach that alluring point of satisfaction.

Suddenly, as matters was reaching the tipping point, the 'head' around his cock suddenly faded away into nothingness, leaving the hardness standing there erect in empty air, quivering with need.

Over the recorder came a new series of short words, the lights flashing brightly and rapidly.

Touch. More. Need.

'You need more? More of what?' Chase gasped, trying to get his breathing and heartbeat back under control. 'You want to have more...of what we were doing?'

Without any hesitation he added, 'If you'd like more, then can you continue what you were doing just now? Take more of my energy if you need it.'

It seemed that whoever he was speaking to didn't wait for long to give him a response this time, for Chase let out a sudden unexpected groan that echoed loudly across the room. The reason for why he made that sound was that the skin of his cock was moving again, only now it seemed to be being tugged faster and with more intensity from before.

As Chase moved to sit upright he stopped abruptly. It was not of his own accord, for what appeared to the faint outline of hands were pressed against his chest, holding him in place. It didn't appear to be a hard or uncomfortable pressure but enough to have caused him to pause in place, remaining upright on his elbows

There was no doubt that the sensations he was experiencing were more potent. Chase's cock was being properly pumped now, the length of it trembling visibly as it twitched and shook in the embrace of the forces that held and stimulated it. Such new pleasures, when his hardness had been so aroused already, was now causing the young man to make uncontrollable noises of passion. 

While he gave voice to his delight new impressions in the darkness were taking shape, movements in the murkiness being thrown into stark visibility despite nothing tangible being there. As the excitement of the moment built the vague form of before returned, although now it was becoming clearer, more defined. Before Chase's eyes, and those of the viewers, the form of a nude man could be made out, and he were straddled over the hips of the man beneath him. The straining erection was wedged up inside of this shadowy form and it was rocking back and forth quickly, riding Chase with wild abandon.

Now the room was filled with all sorts of little noises; the squeaking of the bed, the gasps escaping Chase's lips and that of another voice, a low whispery moaning that seemed to be coming out of the night's darkness itself. That moaning was being echoed by the EVP recorder, which was capturing the ethereal cries and translating them aloud, causing a strange, disjointed reverberation.

The translucent figure was grinding itself upon Chase, raising and slamming down his rear with considerable force. Despite the insubstantial of their form the sensations seemed to be translated well enough over to the man, for his face was screwed up and sweating profusely, breathing ragged as he was growing close. The figure seemed to sense this, for his movements were becoming more energetic, taking on a sense of urgency, as though they were trying to get as much out of this moment as possible. His muted groans were almost as loud as Chase's own, their voices mingling together until it was difficult to separate them apart.

Chase gave a loud cry as he came, the angle of his dick causing his seed to shoot right up and through the figure. For a moment the strings of cum seemed to hang there in the air, moving slower than they would normally do so. The outline of the figure became sharper for that instance, more distinct to the point you could even make out their face...and then he was gone, fading swiftly away into the hazy darkness, leaving not even a sign of his former presence. Very faintly, some would have sworn they had heard someone say Thank You in that moment, coming out of the emptiness itself.

Chase laid there for a little while, taking in deep breaths. He was making lazy gestures, using his hands to brush off the cum that had splattered across his jumper.

'Well that was...', Chase blow out his cheeks, sounding vague and somewhat stunned, as though unable to process just what had occurred. Fully sitting up in the bed he looked around and asked tentatively 'Hello? Are you still here with me?'

There was but silence as a reply this time. The EVP recorder was inactive now, not a flicker of light upon it's blubs. Truly it came across that the investigator was by himself now.

Swinging his legs off the edge of the bed Chase pushed his softening dick back into his underwear and redid his jeans as he stood up. It was then he noticed the camera again, pointing right at him. The reminder of just where he was, and what he was meant to have been doing, hit him starkly like a ton of bricks.

'Oh shit.' Face going as white as the sheets he'd been laying upon Chase grabbed the camera and checked it. The view of the room spun around to darkness as Chase checked the device to see if it was still filming…and saw this was the case and it had been uploading the footage right up onto the team's Youtube channel as part of the ongoing live stream. 

Dumping the camera back down onto the stool the view now showed Chase scrambling for his mobile and unlocking the phone. It could just be made out on the screen that he was checking the team's channel page, likely hoping that the footage of his session had somehow been cut out of the live feed. Sadly, such luck was not on his side, as he came to be looking at a real-time visual of himself from the side staring down at his phone. His eyes were then drawn to the comments section of the live feed...

What's this?????

Lol Youtube's going to have a fit over this stunt.

What is this? Onlyghosts?

WTF....I don't hate it but why?

Great effects! I couldn't watch it but how did you manage to do it? DM me the program!

Ghost sex! I want it <3 <3 Where is this place??

I've seen everything for views now. 0_0

So immersed was Chase in reading the comments that he visibly jumped out of his skin as there was a loud bang on the room’s door. 'Hello...?' he called out, expression incredulous at the twists of this night.

'Chase, we're getting a lot of weird comments on the live feed', Tracey's voice called through from the other side of the door, sounding confused and somewhat annoyed. 'Is there something going on in there? Hello?'

Chase didn't reply right away. Instead he started to laugh, quietly at first and then in proper fits, unable to keep in his emotions anymore after what a bizarre evening this had turned out to be...