The train pulls away and now you find enough room to turn round, disappointment flows through you as you realise one of the people who got off the tra...n was your mystery hand! Trembling now you turn back to your sister who has a questioning look in her eyes, without her asking you lean in and whisper ‘no I don’t know who it was’ as she gasps you feel her hand touch the front of your skirt and realise that your juices have soaked it where the hand had been. Grinning with embarrassment you look. A'moth is real though. I know she's real. I have her bag and clothes. But it's also the end of July. Is she starving again? About to murder again? I'm beginning to dread looking at the headlines in the morning newspaper.How do you contact a ghost? I finally hit on an idea. I got some camping gear, and pitched a pup tent in the mountains less than two miles from the railroad tracks, about where I thought A'moth might have entered the train. I've been hiking around the area this afternoon wearing. He got hold of my panties. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I tried to scream as he started pulling my panties down and struggled madly but I couldn’t stop him. The one with his hand over my mouth holding me down, he kept saying “Be quiet girl, be quiet” I started crying then as he pulled my panties down, I was really frightened. He pulled them all the way down my legs till they were down round my ankles. Then he put his hand up under my dress again and started feeling my legs. Oh god I. ‘Just go the way you are.’ ‘I’m bare ass naked,’ I retorted. ‘It’s a cute ass,’ she purred. ‘Just go. I’ll cover for you.’ ‘No, I need something on,’ I protested. ‘Chicken!’ she challenged. ‘Chicken? HA!’ I shot back still looking for a cover. She upped the challenge. ‘I dare ya.’ ‘Oh you dare me? Like I won’t?’ I snorted. ‘You’re a chicken lilly liver!’ she shot back. OK, NO ONE CALLS ME A CHICKEN LILLY LIVER!! NO ONE!! ‘Fine. I’ll show you!’ Challenge accepted. We both got up and went to.