I stay in my room for the whole day and before I know it the sun is going down. During this time I wasn't even thinking straight. It was just "Why" over and over again.
After some pondering, I figure the reason this all happened was because of the Ouija. It just doesn't make sense though! Why would the ghost take my brother?
It will be good for me to get some sleep after this. I cuddle under my covers.
30 minutes later... nothing
1 hour later... nothing
2 hours later... nothing!
Ugh! I restlessly sigh.
Bored, I look around the room and there I see it again. The board was calling my name.
I grab it and set it back on the floor.
Nervously, I ask "Oscar, are you there?"
No response... I ask again. The planchette doesn't move an inch!
"Is there a spirit with me?" I question.
"Yes" It reads.
Is this ghost lying to me or something...?
"What is your name?"
"Max Howell"
Reading that sent shivers down my spine. That is my brother's name!
I sit there in shock,
Did he actually die...?
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Haunted Move
TerrorWhile packing her things up to move, Caitlin finds a Ouija board and decides to play with it. What happens to her? Read to find out. Keep in mind, this is my very first story so constructive criticism is encouraged but please don't be mean. Enjoy th...
