I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Don't play with ouija boards, kids part 2

Once the group had separated, the warmth and cozy home atmosphere had disappeared. The coldness of the second dining room felt like prickles of ice thorns as the AC from the vents blew loudly. It was strange to me that the family would have their AC turned on in the middle of Fall. Finding the thermostat next to the antique china plates, I read the temperature. It was set precisely at 66 degrees- you have got to be joking. I turned to Fred, gesturing to the numbers and his demonic cliche love for the number 6.

"Okay, now you're just stereotyping demons..." Fred rolled his red eyes as he sat on the wooden table with his shadowy legs swinging.

"Then you need to talk to Hollywood." I shrugged, not caring how demons or soul eaters were portrayed in society. It's not like they don't deserve it.

"Exactly! Let's head there now and give them a piece of our mind!" Fred pushed himself off the table as if ready to leave and chant down the streets.

"Nice try. We're not leaving," I said, even though I wanted to get the hell out of this house as well. Fred let out an exasperated groan that echoed in the halls.

"Shhh," I tried to shush him with a finger to my lips.

He tilted his head, slightly confused. "Why are you shushing me? You think we're going to scare the ghost?"

"No. I mean, I don't know... " I said with uncertainty. I have no clue what to expect from ghost hunting. My only expertise was watching Ghost Buster or following Zak Bagans from Paranormal Investigators- as if that guy had actually encountered a spirit. "What if we scare it off with all the noise you're making."

"Trust me. This spirit is not the type to get scared off easily. As you can see, Casper is still haunting this joint." Fred said with an obvious tone in his voice. He appeared irritated, his arms crossed against his black ghostly chest. He wasn't adjusting to his vessel.

"Don't have to be sassy about it," I muttered, not wanting to push my luck with him.

Finding nothing in the dining room, Fred and I wandered to what appeared to be the theater room. It had six reclined lazy boy chairs with a massive screen. They had their very own concessions with a popcorn and soda station on the side of the room. What the hell do her parents do for a living?

An abrupt slush sound made me jump, causing an embarrassing yelp to escape my lips. My body involuntarily turned quickly, ready to run out of the room, until I found Fred messing with the ice machine. Fred shook his shadowed head with disappointment.

"I can't believe I made a contract with you."

"You had options." I gritted. I absolutely hated feeling jumpy. Not knowing what to expect was nerve-wracking. The school just threw us into an assignment without teaching us the basic principle of exorcising a spirit. Instead, they send us an obnoxious, lazy, upper-class student who is acting too good to be here. I don't even remember if the jackass even walked in with us!

As minutes passed, I was growing bored with touring the house, not finding any Paranormal activity. Fred was worse than I was. Initially, he would try to scare me by dropping vases or frames from the counters. Hopefully, the school has property damage insurance because there is no way I'm paying for it. Once I figured out his pattern, I didn't give him the same reaction he wanted. So now I was dealing with a sulking and moping toddler dragging his spirit feet across the long rug.

"C'mon Fred, let's just find Casper," I begged. I tried every way possible to convince Fred to help me find the spirit, but he averted his attention to something else.

"Is this spirit stronger than you?" I finally said, not thinking I would have to use this childish tactic- but this was Fred we were talking about, and his behavior was like any spoiled rotten child.