Project: Nighthall

9

I wasn't a T.V. watcher, but I was hooked on this show. I couldn't get enough of it, and frankly, spent way too much of my free time watching it. There was just something about serial killers that fascinated me.

"Hi."

I looked away from the screen and regarded Michael. He seemed nervous as he looked at me.

"Hi," I said quietly. It had been a week since the party, and we hadn't spoken much aside from pleasantries.

"I know that you're mad at me, but I need help."

I picked up the remote and raised my brows at him as I paused the show.

"What's up?"

"You know how we did a stupid thing at the party?"

I raised my brows further. "Yeah."

"After I left, they played with the board again. And didn't say goodbye properly," he said after a minute, "They're really freaked out. A lot of weird things have been happening."

I cleared my throat and licked my lips. "They did?"

"Yeah...I heard it from someone else, but Brigette said that Peter has been getting the worst of it," he said and shifted on his feet, "Are there any tips you know to help?"

I sighed and stood up, walking past him and up to my room.

"Give me a minute," I hollered down the stairs.

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We were back at the house where the party was hosted. When the door was opened, I recognized the man who opened the door. The snot.

"What is she doing here?"

"You want the help or not?" I bit out, raising my brows at him. He looked from me to Michael before he stepped aside for us to come in. I felt it the moment I stepped over the threshold. It felt heavy and almost intoxicating.

The boy led us into the living room where three others were sitting on the couch, each looking equally as exhausted.

"You brought one of the freaks?" another man asked and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not the idiot that played with a spirit board and didn't close the connection properly," I pointed out. The red-haired girl grimaced and she rubbed her shoulder, wincing.

"Does your shoulder hurt?" I asked her. She looked at me and nodded slowly. I walked towards her and set my bag down on the coffee table, gesturing for her to lean forward. She did and I lifted the collar of her shirt. I found exactly what I expected.

"Did you know that you have a huge bruise on your shoulder?"

She shook her head. "No. And I have no idea where it came from. My back is scratched up too."

I stood up straight and frowned. "It's left a mark on you. It wants you to know that it knows it's there. Have you had any weird dreams since the party?"

She nodded. "Yeah, really strange ones."

I nodded and went to my bag, going through it before pulling my things out. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to cleanse them, or the house, but I was going to try.

"Do you still have the board?"

"Yeah, but I was going to burn it."

"Don't," I said as I took the last of my things out. Once I looked over all of my things I looked at the man that let us in.

"Your name?"

"Peter."

"Where's the board?"

"In the garage," he said, "Why?"