Bianca Bangs, the mansion's caretaker, warns Charly about the ghostly presence but she dismisses it as superstition. Later, Charly finds herself in Brad's old room, his spectral energy intensifying. She starts touching herself, her moans echoing in the empty room. Brad's ghostly form materializes, his translucent cock rock-hard. He hovers behind her, his spectral shaft pressing against her tight asshole. Charly gasps, feeling something she can't see filling her, stretching her. Bianca barges in, finding Charly in the throes of ghostly freeuse, her face a mask of shock and ecstasy. "You should've listened," she says, helping Charly clean up the spectral cum.