Madeline's POV
I walked home from the creek and started the project.
I didn't want to start it with Calum.
Because I know I would have to do it all anyways.
Since when does Calum do his work?
Destiny and Michael came through the door.
"If my mum comes home, I'm dead" I said sighing.
"We found this old ouija board," Michael said, sounding curious.
"Michael" I said giving him a stern look.
I knew this would be a bad idea, especially in my house.
"Please Maddie" Destiny pouted.
"Fine. What are the rules?" I asked, giving in.
"Never play by yourself. Always say goodbye before ending the session. I forget the last serious rule," he answered, looking straight at me.
"Fine lets go," I said putting 2 fingers on the tool for the board, with Michael and Destiny joining.
"Is there any spirits joining with us today?" Michael called out.
The tool started moving across the board to where it said "yes."
I started shaking right away, this isn't right.
"What's your name?" Destiny asked.
It spelled out 'Damien' (Devils Child)
"Are you a demon?" I asked.
It moved slowly to where it said "yes."
We need to stop this!" I said terrified.
"Come on Maddie we need to have fun with this," Destiny rolled her eyes.
I felt the temperature in the house heat up, the stove burning immediately.
"Michael say Goodbye!" Destiny panicked.
"On three! All together!" He yelled.
"1!"
"2"
"3"A blood filling scream filled the house.
I looked over realizing Destiny wasn't here.
"Goodbye!" We said in unison, running out of the currently burning house.
I cried and cried into Michael's shoulder.
"Destiny's gone, Destiny's gone," kept replaying in my head.
Looks like Destiny had her fun.
"Shh" he comforted me.
"I'm sorry," he said sobbing along with me.
"What are we going to do? The police won't believe a story like this Michael," I jumped as a siren approached us.
A/n: The character 'Damien' used in this book is from the movie 'The Omen.' I had a lot of fun writing this chapter!
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