The moonlight barely filtered through the dense, gloomy forest foliage when they arrived at the old Millford Manor. The others were busy with other matters, so it was just the two of you—you and Vilma.

“This is it!” Vilma said, perhaps dusting off her orange turtleneck that clung tightly to her plump upper body. Her figure had always been a bit round, but her movements were firm and purposeful. Her dark burgundy skirt reached her thick thighs and swayed gently around her with each step. She adjusted her thick, black-framed glasses with one hand, while the other reached into her pocket for her magnifying glass.

Inside the dusty rooms, you found strange traces: muddy footprints on the ceiling, a hastily thrown old Scooby Snacks package, and a quickly slamming door with a whisper coming from behind it.

“I don’t think it’s a ghost…”  Vilma began as she bent down to examine the footprints – a little awkwardly as her full thighs moved against the tight fabric of her tight skirt.

As you stepped closer, a door suddenly slammed shut behind you… and the mystery had only just begun.