[ ✔️ ] one more time, ouija

[ 🌺 ] 010. the psychiatric hospital

Book: One More Time, Ouija
Chapter 10: The Psychiatric Hospital
Word Count: 1323

The two went back to Debbie's house, where they entered her room. Laine went to her closet and opened it, shining her flashlight upwards towards where the entrance of the attic was. "I think that's where Debbie found it."

Hunter followed her eyesight. That's where she found the Ouija board. The thing that caused all of this. If she just hadn't cleaned her attic, none of this would have happened.

She moved into the cupboard and opened the attic door, letting the stairs come down. She walked up into it, instantly being met with dust that made her cough.

She put her flashlight down as she lifted herself up into the attic before picking it back up and walking forward, the floors creaking underneath her.

It was cramped and dark but that didn't stop her from looking around. In the corner of the attic she saw a box and went over to it. She looked through it, making more dust fly up into her nose and she coughed.

She lifted up some pictures that looked like they were taken many years ago. An older woman and two younger ones.

She put the pictures down and picked up an old doll next, half of its face seemed to be burned.

"Laine, are you all right?" Hunter called from downstairs, making her jump and nearly drop the doll. "Laine!"

She put the doll back down. "I'm coming!" As she walked back to the attic entrance, she took the box with her. "Hunter. Hunter, grab this. It's heavy. Okay." She held it out for him and he took it, placing it on the ground.

She looked behind her as she heard a noise. The flashlight she had left by the doll was rolling towards her. It looked like there were feet just behind it. Pushing back her fear she walked over to the flashlight and picked it up.

She saw where it stopped, its light shining bright on the doll, the doll she had left on the other side of the attic. The flashlight flung to the side shining into the darkness and she caught sight of the feet.

She screamed.

"Laine!" Hunter yelled, running to the stairs and going up. He looked at her with worry. "Are you okay? What happened?"

She looked at him before slowly backing up, the feet now gone.

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Hunter and Laine had gone back to her house where they were sitting on the couch going through the box she had found. "Hey, this is the family." Laine showed him a picture. "For some reason, they're still connected to the house."

"From the look of these photos, I'd say this is the late '40s, the early '50s." Hunter said.

"Is there a way to get any records? I don't know. Property archives or something?"