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The first time Ashley feels it, she and Josh and Chris have their hands linked over the spirit board. It doesn't actually touch her hand, though--instead, she feels the pressure at her wrist. An outline of icy cold fingers, digging into her skin.
She almost asks the boys if they feel it; almost, because what if they don't, what if they do. She stutters her questions out, heart racing, until the planchette is abruptly yanked from their hands and goes flying through the air.
The fingers on her wrist don't leave, though, not even after Josh storms off. They stay, and then there are more fingers on her shoulder, on her elbow, on her hip. On her...her chest. Massaging soft circles, just the way she used to do with--with--
"I need...I need to lie down," Ashley stutters out. Because what the fuck is she supposed to say? Help, I'm being felt up by a ghost? No, she needs to breathe, get away from all this, get out of her own head. She leaves Chris to go investigate the library on his own and staggers up the stairs, gritting her teeth.
It doesn't help, not in the fucking least. The hands skitter out to touch every inch of her, relentless and invisible and cold, so cold. Her shivering gets bad enough she has to fold to her knees in an upstairs hallway, rocking back and forth, heaving for air.
"Fuck," she whispers, and icy lips press against hers. She recognizes their shape, her shape, like she recognizes the brush of hair against her face, cut chin-length. Teeth scrape against her lip, sharper than she remembers, and then hot blood (real blood) drips down her chin.
"You--you're real," she pants. She feels Beth's tongue tracing her face cheek, silent as the board had been, spelling out the letters Y E S.
More kisses on her neck, the small of her back. A mouth shaped almost, but not quite the same, twin to the other. Twin. She thinks about the time Hannah walked in on them, the only person who ever did, the only one ever figured it out. She'd kept their secret, even after Ashley betrayed her, even after--
Their tangled fingers curl up inside her, and it's so cold, and it hurts. Ashley thrashes, trying to get away, but the hands press in on her, keep her still. They're both kissing into her mouth now, somehow, freezing tongues tangled inside her.
Hannah and I used to do this when we were kids, Beth whispered, the first time she kissed Ashley, and there'd been something fucked-up about the way she said it, but fucked-up in the way that made Ashley's heart faster. She feels them turn, feels them kissing each other instead of her, and seizes the chance to rip her head free.
"Please--" She gazes wild-eyed into the shadows around them, somehow has to help her, please, god, help. "Please...what. What do you want?"
They push her on her back, hands catching, hands holding her still. A tongue presses against her pussy, burning cold-steel words into her tender flesh: E V E R Y T H I N G
Ashley screams, pleasure and agony and fear like fresh blood pouring up her throat. They swallow her noise down, leave her gagging frost as her hips heave, as she spasms into a dead girl's mouth and scratches helplessly against the floor.
Their lips wrap around her breasts, sucking, feeding. She's not, she can't, but she feels something spilling from her, from her tits, from her cunt, from her tongue. They feed like starving things, on something brighter than flesh, and Ashley feels her pulse stutter in response, overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry," she whimpers, and they lick the frozen tears from her cheeks, soft laps of forgiveness. They weave their fingers through hers, heavy and solid as planchette wood, and tug her exactly where they want her to go.
Again and again, she breaks apart. Again and again, as frost crawls across her skin and freezes her hair to the floor, as the shadows on top of her grow bigger and heavier, dark hair brushing her face, dark eyes swallowing her whole.
On her back, shaking, she feels one of them feels a palm to her lips. Feels the other rasping in her ear, low and guttural as breaking ice: "Did you miss us?"
It takes all she has to move her tongue, but Ashley manages to spell out Y E S.