#ler ghost

[switch-witch-erin]

I still don’t know how to properly photo my drawings 👉🏻👈🏻

[madison-funhouse]

My Ler is a... Ghost!?

⚠️ This is a tickle fic! A playful story of a man who's come home from work to something quite different than what he's used to ⚠️

Lee: Lee, of course

Ler: A playful ghost

Lee had just come home after a long, exhausting day at work. The moment he stepped through the door, he kicked off his shoes and sighed, sinking into his couch. It was a quiet evening, just the way he liked it after a chaotic day in the office. He set his briefcase down, rubbed his tired eyes, and walked into his bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

But something felt... off.

The room was cold. Not just the usual chilly air from the drafty window, but a strange, sudden chill that made the hairs on his neck stand on end. The lights flickered above, and he shivered as a soft whisper seemed to echo through the room. Lee frowned. Was it the wind? Or... something else?

Before he could investigate further, a light, playful poke landed on his ribs. He flinched and whipped around, eyes wide, but no one was there.

"Who's there?" he called, his voice trembling slightly. His heart raced.

Another poke, this time on his side, just below his ribs. Lee jumped and spun again, but there was still no one in sight. His pulse quickened. Okay, this is either a prank, or... He glanced at the door, half-expecting someone to step out from behind it.

But there was no one.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Alright, I must be losing it," he muttered. "No one’s here."

Suddenly, the tickling sensation returned—this time, a gentle, yet persistent prod on the bottom of his feet. Lee gasped, pulling his feet up onto the bed instinctively. "Gaha!! What in the world?" he exclaimed, his heart hammering in his chest.

As he sat there, trying to make sense of it all, he felt a soft, cold breath on his neck. A shiver ran down his spine. And then—there it was again—a light tickle on his stomach.

It wasn’t a prank. And it wasn’t just his imagination.

"Who's doing this?" he demanded, but his voice had a nervous edge. "I don’t want any trouble. If you're here to mess with me, you’re gonna have to—" His words were interrupted by another burst of ticklish sensations, this time along his sides.

"Ahahha hehehey!!"

He squealed in surprise, trying to dodge the invisible fingers. The sensation was odd, almost soothing in its playfulness, but it was also unsettling. He was definitely not imagining this. As the tickling continued, his anxiety slowly began to ebb, replaced by the bizarre sensation of a weird, reluctant enjoyment.

“Okahahay!” he laughed, his defenses crumbling. "That's enohuhough!! Plehehehehease!"

But the ghost wasn’t listening. The tickling became more persistent, gentle yet relentless—poking, prodding, and tickling in all the right places. It was as if the ghost was trying to tease him, to get him to laugh. Lee couldn’t help it. Despite the fear in his chest, he burst into laughter, the tension leaving his body in waves.

"Nahahaha I cahahan't!!" he gasped, squirming and wriggling on the bed, trying to escape the playful, invisible fingers.

The ghost seemed to pause, as if waiting for a response. Lee, catching his breath, had to admit he was... enjoying this. It’s kind of fun, he thought, as weird as it is.

“Alright, alrihihihight, you’ve had your fuhuhun,” he said between laughs, trying to get a grip on himself. “I guess... I guess you're not so bad after all.”

The tickling stopped. And for a moment, everything was still.

Then, unexpectedly, a soft chuckle filled the room, light and airy, like a playful whisper in the air. Lee shivered once more—but this time, it was more out of curiosity than fear.

“Well,” he said, grinning at the odd sensation of being tickled by a ghost, “I guess we’re friends now, huh?”

The ghost didn’t respond verbally, but there was a warmth to the air around him, a playful energy that made Lee smile, even as he wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes. And from that night on, every time Lee came home from work, the ghost was there, waiting for him to enjoy another round of playful tickles.

In the end, he found that sometimes a little laughter was the best way to chase away the worries of the world. And if that came with a ghostly tickle here and there, well, that was just the bonus.

[wawaleeknow]

Ringu

Lee: Hyunjin

Ler : Sadako

This is tickle fic

The woman turned on the television. A news program was on:

"Today,another dead body was found... with more than ten victims to its name, and they all share one thing - death by heart attack. Not a single scratch was found on the bodies, suggesting a natural cause of death. But is such a coincidence possible? Or is there something behind this? That's what people are thinking; rumors are circulating about an allegedly cursed tape...."

The news anchor spoke while footage of the bodies was shown on screen,their faces blurred, but even so, one could make out that their faces were strangely contorted. The woman shook her head and looked at her son,who was greedily eating the breakfast she had just made.

"What a nightmare..." Said the woman. "Poor people." She said.

"Thanks for the food.I'm off, Mom." The boy finished his breakfast and stood up,taking his bag.

"Be careful,Hyunjin, you see what's going on!" Said the woman,pointing at the TV.

"Of course,Mom." Said the boy and left the house...He was now on his way to college, thinking about various things

In college, during class, the teacher was giving a lecture and discussing myths and legends. And then, on the screen where he was showing his presentation, a picture of a tape appeared. Everyone in the class giggled at how their teacher was telling them these made-up stories with complete seriousness.

"The cursed tape.Rumor has it that if you watch this tape, you will be cursed! Immediately after watching it, you will receive a phone call telling you that you only have a week left! After seven days, at the exact time you watched the tape, the ghost of Sadako will come for you and you will be doomed to die!" The teacher explained. "I don't believe in such things,but I wouldn't mind conducting an experiment... So, whoever brings me the original of this cursed tape will be exempt from exams, I'll automatically give you a good grade, and I'm also willing to pay. But remember, don't watch the tape yourself!" Said the teacher.

After classes. Hyunjin is walking home... "A cursed tape?Pfft, nonsense, what kind of idiot would believe that? And the teacher really wants to pay someone to bring him that tape? What a stupid move! Although... I could make some money... I'll bring him that tape and finally be able to buy that phone I've been saving up for!" Hyunjin pondered.He hurried home.

At home, he started searching for this tape online... And he found it. It was suspiciously cheap... well, whatever, I'll bring this one, the teacher won't be able to tell if it's the original or something else. A couple of days later,the package arrived. Hyunjin unpacked it. A tape. An old one. He just needed to get the old VCR from the closet. After retrieving the VCR from the closet, Hyunjin dragged it to his room...

Why did he want to watch the tape? Do you seriously believe there's some kind of curse on it? That's ridiculous... But what wouldn't be funny is if Hyunjin didn't check that there wasn't something creepy on the tape, like an episode of My Little Pony. He needed to make sure. So he turned it on.The footage wasn't so much scary as it was strange and unsettling. A gray lakeshore. Someone running in a forest. A well. It was as if we were inside that well. And then a hand grabbed onto the wall of wet stones, trying to climb out... strange sounds played in the background. And the video ended.

Silence.

And suddenly,a ring. The boy's phone vibrated, and a pleasant melody began to play.

"This...is a coincidence..." Hyunjin thought.But he picked up the phone. "Unknown number." Hyunjin answers, brings the phone to his ear...

"Seven...days."

Hyunjin,frightened, threw the phone away... it's all not true, right? A prank? Hyunjin started to panic...what if it's all true? Would he really die in a week? What should he do? Go to the teacher? But he's on vacation! Damn it... damn it...

Day 1.. Hyunjin was overcome with fear.. he flinched at every rustle, every gust of wind.

Days 2-3 passed the same way.Only even more nerve-wracking. Days 4-6.Hyunjin tried to find a way to lift the curse... but nothing... absolutely nothing. He... seemed to have accepted it...

Day 7.. It was almost 8 pm - the time he had watched the tape. Hyunjin locked himself in his room. Hugging his knees to his chest. His eyes nervously followed the clock.. and then.. 8 pm. His heart started beating faster.. The TV.It turned on by itself.. showing heavy static. And then, a well. In the middle of a forest. Silence.. Hyunjin watched, terrified. A scraping sound..getting closer.. and closer. And suddenly a hand.. a white, bluish hand. And another one..soon a whole body crawled out of the well. It was a girl. A white dress. Long black hair, hiding her face. "Sadako"..Hyunjin whispered. The girl came closer and closer to the screen.. and soon her hand literally came out of the television.. and then her head.. she fell out of it, lying motionless on the floor for a few seconds. And then she stood up. And slowly walked towards Hyunjin.

"P-please.." Hyunjin said quietly,pleading.. Sadako walked right up to him. Hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut, expecting death.. suddenly he felt something wrap around his wrists.. he opened his eyes a little.. Hair?The ghost's hair was wrapped around his arms, pulling them forward.. Hyunjin watched in shock.. Sadako lowered her hands to the boy's sides.

They started moving too fast.. unnaturally fast for a human.. though she wasn't human.. Instead of a scream of horror, Hyunjin burst out laughing, trying to break free, but the hair held him surprisingly tightly. Hyunjin laughed maniacally, writhing in place, but unable to do anything.

"NO HAHAHAHA,NO PLEASE HAHAHA DON'T!!!" He begged.But the ghost didn't listen.

What the hell is happening here - you ask? Let me explain. Hyunjin ordered the tape from an unfamiliar website, almost for free. It was the only website selling this tape. You might say, "as if the real cursed tape would be for sale everywhere," but no. What idiot would sell that? You won't find this tape anywhere... but here... apparently the tape is cursed, just not in the way it's supposed to be...

The girl's fingers quickly tickled his ribs, running from the bottom rib to his armpit, making Hyunjin squeal. NO!HAHAHAHA STOP! PLE-E-EASE! — tears sprayed from his eyes, flooding his cheeks and mixing with his distorted grimace of laughter.

But her fingers were already moving upward. Reaching his armpits, they didn't just tickle them but seemed to swirl there, making rapid circular motions that made Hyunjin scream on the highest note his dry throat could produce. His legs kicked helplessly in the air; he tried to cross his arms, but the hair bindings only dug into his wrists harder.

It seemed like it would end there. But no. One of her hands remained furiously working under his arm, while the other slid down to his stomach. Her fingers began to drum madly on his abs, making the muscles contract convulsively from laughter and pain. And then the worst, most humiliating blow—her pinky slid into his belly button l

, making tiny, incredibly intense vibrations there. Hyunjin gasped in a silent scream, his laughter cut off for a second, replaced by pure, animal shock, before bursting out with renewed force, now tinged with hysteria.

"NOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP STOP HAHAHAHAHAHA

Suddenly her movements became even faster,almost a blur. She was tickling him everywhere at once: under his arms, along his ribs, on his neck, and even using her wet hair to brush against his bare ankles. His laughter ceased to sound human—it was a continuous, hoarse, choking shriek. His consciousness began to slip away, spots swimming before his eyes. The last thing he felt before sinking into emptiness was a quiet, gurgling, satisfied chuckle. It came from her.

And everything was consumed by darkness. Hyunjin woke up in his bed.His body burned, as if he'd been doing crunches all night.

He...wasn't killed?

He sat up in bed and looked around the room... No one was there. He was about to get up when his feet bumped into something soft... he slowly bent over... hair. It was wrapped around his bare feet. And her hands appeared. They began to trace light but noticeable patterns on the slightly arched soles of Hyunjin's feet, eliciting a cute giggle from him.

"Nohoho ,no morehehehahaha.. He said,jerking his feet. To his surprise, it all stopped. Sadako floated out from under the bed, looked at him with her head slightly tilted. Through her hair, one eye was visible. It looked at Hyunjin with interest... she moved backwards towards the television, still looking at the boy... and literally climbed back in... And Hyunjin kept that tape...well, you know... just in case.. to watch it again

Okay..This idea was pretty weird.. I hope you liked it.. just in case I won't always write something paranormal