Officer Foxett has just arrive at 42 West Wallaby Terrace after reports of a disturbance inside. She's shocked to find the door unlocked, lights on, and yet not a soul appears to be home, she moves further into the property to investigate. Upon entering the residence she finds nothing and proceeds to look through paperwork on a nearby desk to find any information on the owner of the property.. THUNDER! The lights suddenly go out, the WPC shrieks! Filled with fear she looks around the room, the lights flicker back on, and our officer composes herself to check the rest of the house. Little does she know that her skirt is now missing! Foxett moves through the halls with caution, hopefully no-one catches her with her long stocking clad legs out whilst shes on the beat, what would the police chief say! As she moves through the house more and more of her clothes start to mysteriously vanish, what else could be in the home with our dearest detective... Peculiar sounds can be heard throughout the house, yet no-one appears to be around. Our WPC carefully steps through each doorway expecting to find someone, anyone. Instead her pert arse is met by a slamming of the door behind her, she screams! Rips open the door, and still no one is there, but she has lost her jacket, not that the young professional notices though as she is hard at work trying to put an end to this mystery. With each step she feels colder and colder, but in reality our constable is getting closer and closer to cracking this case wide open. Something catches her eye, what could it be? With much wrestling she gets her hand on the tiny sphere that has been taunting her around the house, "what is it?" she ponders outloud before the silver sphere starts to vibrate and throw itself from her grasp, she in turn is being thrown around whilst trying to hold onto this spherical spectre! It leaps through the air, she lunges! Its gone! Foxett stamps out of the room in hot pursuit, she stops to think, hands on hips. Now standing donning only lingerie, shirt, and hat. She looks down.. "Where are my shoes?!" She races for the stairs, surely she just misplaced her shoes when she was investigating the first floor? As she marches past a doorway an arm quickly snatches her shirt off her back, and retracts back into the dark room and closes the door after itself. The now very angry officer berates herself as she searches stairs, how could she not notice losing her shoes. As she stands on the ground floor looking around, er fingers graze her silken panties, the horror spreads across her face at the sudden realisation that she has in fact lost her clothes, the embarrassment is almost too much to bear for the WPC. She runs down the first hallway, she must find her clothes! Suddenly another arm reaches out of the dark towards our heroine, AHHHHH the bra has now been stolen! She turns on her heels (or feet rather as the heels are now gone forever) and runs for safety, but no yet another arm reaches for her panties. Foxett is having none of that "Oh no you don't!" She continues to scuttle away at speed, but on no the clumsy constable has tripped over in the dark and has wound up face down, ass up over a sofa, but the worst moment has yet to come. The sheer momentum of her fall as she scorpioned over the arm caused her panties to slip and fling across the room baring her bottom for all to see! Can this day get anymore humiliating the copper? Oh yes it can, the arms have gathered around Foxett, or so it seems, and soon her butt cheeks will be as red as her face. Let the spanking commence! Thats right our poor detective is now being given a sharp spanking, before too long she wriggles to her freedom screaming "GHOSTS!" The stockings have now been stolen, and she is left with only her hat for protection, she high tails it out of the back door. Lets hope she parked her cruiser close by, and her partner is out getting coffee or she'll have a lot of explaining to do... What was going on in that house? (Last 5 minutes are BTS and Bloopers)