Case Zero : The Awakening (#1 Paranormal Agents Series) |Ongoing|

Zero

(A/N: use the music linked above while reading the first part)

"Everyday life bored me, and I yearned for excitement my parents would never approve of."

The unknown always fascinated me, and I enjoyed watching horror movies, especially those with exorcism in them, and watching paranormal investigators on YouTube. Gaurav Tiwari, sir, was such an icon. I grew up watching him, but who would have thought how much more exciting it would be to experience it in real life than just watching it play on screen?

I remember the day when my friend Shweta and I decided to use the Ouija board. We couldn't resist attempting to communicate with the other side.

Listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once.

Under no circumstances should you buy or attempt to make an Ouija board. It's recommended that you stay away from it altogether.

We found it on an eBay clone site. Seemed quite legit. Shweta ordered it. After it arrived, we read all the websites we could find on or about using an Ouija board. Bought candles, black, white and violet. Salt. Flash Light. We made all the preparations.

We got our hands on the keys to the empty flat on the third floor. It had just been empty for years now, so we thought it would be a good place.

It was evening. 6oclock we entered the flat and locked it from the inside. The empty room carried an air of uneasiness and mystery.

We cleaned the area for the ritual. Set up candles and the salt circle. the white candles for spiritual connection. Violet ones for heightened psychic abilities and last but most important ones Black for protection.

The stage was set. The room was bleak. light dim. Creepy shadows cast in the flickering candlelight. We held our hands on the planchette, our fingers trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Is there anyone here?" Shweta asked, her voice trembling.

NO ANSWER

"Is there anyone here?" I asked, quietly.

STILL NO ANSWER

As we sat in silence, waiting for a response from the Ouija board, the planchette remained still, leaving us both frustrated. Our doubts about the board's authenticity grew, and we ultimately dismissed it as nothing more than a gimmick. "This is rubbish," I muttered with disappointment. "Perhaps it's all just a scam."

I got up and picked up the dammed Ouija board. Erased the salt circle and walked towards the door. "Shweta, we'll come and clean this mess tomorrow," I said trying to open the door.

NO REPLY

I tried opening the locked door. It's not working. WHY?

"Shweta, what are you doing sitting there? Come here." The lock seemed to be stuck. Old and rusty, doomed to happen.

"Kaya?" I hear Shweta whisper.

As I turned around. The room seemed to grow darker. The candle's flame shrinks to a mere glimmer. An icy chill swept through the room, sending shivers down our spines. I looked at Shweta. Her face drained of colour, and she collapsed onto the floor in a dead faint.

I rushed towards her. I felt a sense of panic as I tried to understand the situation. Trying to wake her up, but she remained unconscious. My heart throbbed in my chest as I realized that something beyond our understanding was at play.

Everything slowly returned to normal as the candle flame regained its vigour and the coldness dissipated from the air. Shweta slowly opened her eyes and met my gaze. We shared a look of bewilderment and terror.