It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt;
Ever heard that from your parents before?
I always just thought they said it because they could.
Apparently I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Kylah and I had our fingers gently placed on the piece.
We slowly moved it in a circular motion, and started the session.
"Is anyone here?" I asked.
The piece didn't move.
"Do you wanna talk to us?" Kylah asked, and the piece moved
To 'yes'. We looked at each other.
"So, what's your name?" I questioned the thing we were 'Speaking' to. The piece quickly went to the letter O.
Then S. Then C. A. R.
"Oscar?" we asked in unison.
The piece went to yes. *Ok, so it's name is Oscar.* I thought to myself.
"When did you die?" I asked.
1936.
"That's a long time ago..." Kylah said to me.
"How old were you when you died, Oscar?" Kylah wondered.
14. "Our age?!" Kylah and I said together.
"Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit?"
The piece started to go in circles, like a figure eight.
It kept going in figure eights.
"Apparently bad?" Kylah asked me.
"Kylah, it's trying to get out!" I cried, pulling my hand off.
"NO! DONT TAKE YOUR HAND AWAY!!!!" She screamed.
I quickly put my finger back on.
"Kylah, we need to say goodbye!"
Quickly, we pushed it to goodbye, and took our hands off.
"Damn. That was close!" I breathed.
I put the board back into the box, and slammed the lid back on.
"Wow... Let's be more careful!"
We both laugh and head up the stairs from her basement. The box shifted. We turned out the light and went to her room. Little did we know,
We were now being watched.
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Genç KurguThis is a story about me and my friend @ky_the_kitty (please follow her she is amazing and talented, and beautiful!) this is fiction (not real) give me ideas on what to write for new books, thanks!