Haunted Move

Morning of Packing

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* the alarm clock rang.

"Ughhh!" I groan. Today was the first day of packing and I already want it to be over with.

I slump over to my desk and turn off the alarm. I start getting ready by brushing my hair and getting dressed.

"Good morning," Mom said. "I made scrambled eggs for breakfast."

"Thanks," I mutter. I walk across the house into the dining room where my brother and dad are already sitting, eating their breakfast.

"Good morning Caitlin. We have a big day ahead of us!" Dad says.

I nod as I take a seat.

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I feel something wet on my cheek. Confused, I look across the room and see my baby brother flinging his oatmeal at me!

"Oh my God what are you doing!?" I shriek. At this point he has gotten on my last nerve. "I HATE YOU!" I yell as I storm off.

-

After calming down a little, I decide to help with packing. To get away from everyone I decide to pack up the stuff in the attic.

*CREAK* goes the old ladder leading up to the attic. I shudder.

I tip toe around the attic, careful of spiders or rats.

After hearing nothing, I decide to stop messing around and to start packing.

I work my way around the attic and stumble upon a worn down box. Curious, I peek inside. I move aside some boring photo albums and what I saw sent a shiver down my spine: a Ouija board.

Despite me watching hours of horror documentaries and videos of debunking the Ouija board, it still gave me goosebumps.

"What's so important about this board anyway?" I think. "It's made by the same people who made Monopoly, for God's sake."

Brushing it off, I continue working in the attic.

-

Before I know it, it's almost dinner time. I decide I need to start finishing up.

While walking to the ladder, I have a weird feeling in me. The eerie box was just calling for me. I couldn't resist. The urge was too strong.

I creep to the other side of the attic and grab the Ouija board.

"COME DOWN, DINNER'S READY!" Mom announces.

Startled, I jump.

Since my family is all at the dinner table, I can sneak the board into my room.

I dart to my room clutching the Ouija board, and hide it under my covers.

"Your food is getting cold." My dad says.

"AHH!" I scream, surprised.

"Why are you so jumpy?" He asks.

"Nothing, i just thought you were at the table." I respond, partially true.

We both walk to the table. I pick at my food due to my loss of appetite. I couldn't stop thinking of what I had hidden under my covers.

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After everyone finished eating, I crept back up to my room, the Ouija awaiting me.