Just finished a shoot and updating Chloe on the new house. She surprised me with a painting, a bizarre find from a flea market – a muscular guy holding his cock like a weapon. We both share a nervous laugh about her unique taste. Against my better judgment, I decide to display it on the wall in front of my bed. During the call, I express thanks for the odd gift. As I scrutinize its alignment, I find myself strangely captivated by the paintings, almost out of it. While on the call, I unconsciously start undressing, only snapping back when saying goodbye. Confused, I playfully scold the painting, but an intense headache adds to the disorientation. Later, preparing for bed in my dressing gown and PJs, I walk past the painting. Even with my back turned, it feels like it's watching. I turn around, feeling an unsettling gaze. I feel myself start to disappear from my own mind and my dressing gown is slowly pulled off, leaving me exposed. I can feel myself undressing but it doesn’t feel like I’m doing it, I feel like someone else is inside of me, taking over my hands. The hands drag themselves down to my pussy and start stroking me but before the hands could venture further, I can suddenly hear the shower I left running to heat up. Panicking, I throw my dressing gown at the painting, cover myself, and hastily leave the room. After getting dressed again, I head to the bathroom and I find a chilling message on the steamy mirror. Written on the mirror is one, sinister word. What is happening to you. I finally manage to calm down and I go to bed, the painting now covered by my dressing gown. It falls to the floor on its own, and the covers pull away mysteriously. Whilst in bed, my clothes seem to undress themselves, and once again the hands begin to explore. The more they search, the more they find. With one hand rubbing my swollen clit, the other plunges its fingers into my mouth to get them nice and wet before circling my nipples. I feel so good, I feel far away, high above myself. I feel.. like I’m going to cum. The entity is going to make me cum. Suddenly, I wake up from hard orgasm, I’m scared now, and my clothes are scattered. I'm left staring at my naked self, shaken and terrified. I hastily grab my clothes, whimpering, and exit the room, haunted by the sinister occurrences.