"YO ANYONE WANT TO OUIJA OUIJA OUIJA?" Jordan screamed over the pounding dubstep. Everybody agreed in the most drunken way possible (that includes quite a lot of swearing).
"GUYS SHUT UP AND GATHER ROUND!" I shouted, a bit too enthusiastic. Eventually the 30 slightly amused teenagers were quietly seated around the big round table, the loud dupstep and the light turned off, the only light remaining was a small antique lamp illuminating only our faces and only the tips of their fingers slightly brushing the planchette
Jordan finally took a deep breath of air and got the courage to ask, "Is anyone with us tonight?"
We all were barely touching the planchette but it slid around for what seemed like an eternity then it landed on "yes". Sharp intakes of breaths where heard.
"Whats your name?" said someone with a smooth male voice ( a/n : This is person is later relevant to the story. Comment on who you want it to be. I'm thinking of Ed Sheeran. Should this be turned into a fanfic?)
"A-N-A" I whispered as the name was spelt out. "Are you a good spirit?" I whispered, surprised that it was actually my own raspy voice.
The planchette swayed from "Yes" to "No" for a frighteningly long time, almost as if the spirit was teasing us. It finally stopped on "Yes" and we all breathed sighs of relief.
The planchette now quickly moved onto the alphebet. "I have to warn you... about something." The smooth
male voice read again. Now I realized that we were the only two left in the room (a/n: #sorrynotsorry ;D) I shifted from my uncomfortable position to a comfier position so that i was sat across him, our knees touching ever so slightly *blush*.
"zombie...infection...soon." He read from the board and looked at me with fearsome eyes. Okay, I have to admit, I'm freaking scared. "Well, thank you, spirit for your kind help, bye." I said in a rush. "Good luck." was spelt on the board lastly and I carefully tucked it away, as if putting a child to sleep.
I looked back at the guy. "What happens now?" he asked me as if I actually knew what to do. He must be crazy. "Oh, I dunno, kill ourselves painlessly with sleeping pills, I guess?" I said, sarcasm lacing my alchoholic voice.
He took two boxes of sleeping pills out of his rucksack that I just noticed was draped on a chair. Suddenly, I could see all of the sadness in his eyes even though I barely knew him. I dunno what to do next so I gave him one of my signature cuddle-sloth hugs. He was taken by surprise but hugged back anyways. Oh, and he smelt so good too. How does a guy smell good anyway?
"Get a room!" some drunk curly haired girl and her boyfriend yelled from the doorway, breaking my train of thought. I rolled my eyes and started humming "Chasing cars" by Snow Petrol quietly because I just felt like it and you know, I was drunk. He the next few notes and before I knew what the fudge was happening, we were harmonizing and hugging. It was a very happy moment until all the lights went out and a scream echoed through the house.
