Fatal Game

Fatal Game - part 3

When I woke up in the morning, I had forgotten about the previous night.

Sam was right. It was just my imagination.

We had played with ouija-boards like millions of times and never had we gotten a response. It’s our favorite game and we do it as often as we can.

I’m sure I had moved it subconsciously just to get more dramatic results.

With that thought I got up to make breakfast for Sam, who was still snoring in my bed.

I walked into my kitchen, which by the way is very small, and looked through the fridge and cabinets.

Guess we just have to eat eggs and toast, not that I’m complaining.

Once the food was done, I woke Sam up by throwing stuffed animal at him.

He threw them back at me and went to the bathroom.

When we were done eating we decided to just sit and watch movies all day.

Sam didn’t care about school today and decided to skip.

“Hey, let’s have a horror movie marathon” he squealed while jumping on the sofa.

“I so want to see ‘The Exorcist’ again. Seeing her bounce on that bed just cracks me up every time!”

“I guess we could do that”, I glanced at my watch. “Why don’t we take turns choosing the movies? I really want to watch ‘They’ to begin with. It’s only like 10 so we have tons of time. Make it really dark in here. I’ll hook up the TV and DVD-player” I chuckled.

Horror movies is another interest we have in common. I love scaring myself half to death and I’ve always been interested in ghosts and the supernatural.

Both of us want to become professional paranormal investigators. Only time will tell if that will happen, but I sincerely hope that it will.

When everything was ready we cuddled up on the couch and started watching movie after movie. Since I’m easily scared, I jumped several times and a few times I even managed to hit him. During ‘The Others’ Sam pretended that he was grabbed and being pulled under the sofa. I freaked and accidentally kicked him in the face.

“Fuck you! That hurt!” he growled while clutching his nose.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. You just scared the hell out of me. Let me see” I tried to pry his hands off so I could take a look.

Thankfully it was nothing. It only hurt a bit.

That was the end of the movie marathon and we decided to play with the ouija-board again so we set it up.

For a while we just kept asking stupid things and after an hour I decided that we should be serious and really try to contact someone.

“Is anyone willing to communicate with us” was my first question.

When nothing happened and I got ready to ask another when the planchette moved slightly. I repeated my question and slowly but surely it moved to ‘Yes*.

“Did you talk to us yesterday?” Sam decided to ask after a few minutes of silence.

Since we had moved the planchette back to it’s starting point, it glided back to ‘Yes’.

This answer actually made me really nervous. It made me wonder what was happening. All of this must be my imagination. Yes, of course it must be so.

We are moving the planchette subconsciously. I almost giggled at that.

“Do you want us to stop?” I decided to ask and the planchette moved to ‘No’.

“Alright then, let’s continue” I stated with a smirk, not believing that this was some spirit’s doing.

“Do you still want Anna?” Sam blurted out before his eyes widened and he looked up at me. “The answer came quickly this time; ‘Yes’.

“Well, that’s too bad since you won’t ever have her” he said in a calm manner as both of us removed our fingers.

Before we knew what happened, the planchette flew to the opposite wall, there was this loud bang from behind Sam and suddenly he started gasping for air.

I had no idea what to do so I just grabbed his hand and repeated his name, asking if he was ok.

Once he seemed ok, he got up and sat down on the bed, shaking his head. He had this serious look on his face and was clenching and unclenching his fists.

Finally he looked at me and hugged me.

“That was intense” he stated. “It felt like something went through me and I could feel so much hate. It was cold and…and…” he trailed off, shaking his head again.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was pretty cool” he mumbled and then grinned. “It was awesome! Imagine that we actually encountered a spirit. What a breakthrough!”

I had to agree with him. Witnessing spirit activity was so awesome. It’s exactly what we were dreaming about. But this thing… Was it just a normal spirit or is there something more to it.

I can’t help but to feel uncomfortable. Especially knowing that it wants me. But why? And for what?

“Sam, we should go to bed. We will have the chance to spend all weekend with the ouija board. I just don’t want to play anymore tonight. Let’s just quit now” I begged him.

“You’re such a chicken” he laughed and slapped me in the back of my head.

“Did little kitty get scared? Bah, you’re such a baby. How will you ever be a ghost hunter if you scared of ghosts?” he chuckled and climbed into bed.

“I have school tomorrow anyway so I guess we should get some sleep. Nighty night, chicken.”

I didn’t bother to answer him and just crawled into a comfortable position on the sofa.

Sam was packing up the board and blowing out the candles.

Looking at my alarm clock, I realized how late it was. 11:17 stared back at me in big red numbers.

Is it just me or do the numbers seem angry?, was my last thought before I slowly started falling asleep.