a/n: again, im so sorry i delayed this update further than promised, but i've been so busy lately and i haven't been feeling like myself lately either...my anxiety has gotten worst and i feel horrible because of things that have been going on and happening around me. i hope you guys enjoy this, though! sorry for any typos and if it's too short! love you all and thank you for being so patient with this! ♡
November 12th, 2013 at 6:30pm
Tyler felt himself begin to hyperventilate. He didn't know what was going on, but he was panicking. What he felt couldn't have been a heartbeat, it just couldn't. His hands were shaking violently, but before he had a chance to calm down, he blacked out.
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November 12th, 2013 at 7:00pm
The Way Household
"Okay, uh...Fuck, I don't really wanna do this," Frank sighed, biting his lip harshly. They were currently at Gerard's house, which wasn't that far from Frank's. Everyone else was there, rigged with anxiety and anticipation. They wouldn't even have to be doing this if something wren't fucking with his best friend. And maybe if they hadn't played with the forsaken Ouija board in the first place. They tried hard not to blame themselves, but it was inevitable. "Let's just...get this over with," muttered Patrick with a shaky voice. The rest made a silent agreement by placing their hands on the planchette.
Frank swallowed hard, dread filling him. He fucking hated these types of games. They weren't even games at all. But they needed to get to the bottom of this, and maybe this was one of the only ways they could. The room was dark, and the only light that illuminated it was the one that came from the lit up candles all around them, making it an even creepier scene.
"Is anyone here with us?" Frank started, making his voice loud and clear. The planchette didn't move, but he felt some type of pressure on his hands, making his glance up at the rest who were looking at him with nervous expressions. Frank swallowed hard. "I asked, is there anyone here with us?" His voice was louder this time, making sure the entity heard him loud and clear, and knew that they weren't to be messed with. The planchette quickly moved to 'Yes'.
He looked up at everyone else, and they all looked at him. "No one moved it, right?" Pete asked, and the rest shook their heads. Frank bit his lip, and asked, "What's your name?" For a few seconds, he swore he could feel someone breathing on his neck, but forgot about it as soon as the planchette began to move again. It moved to 'No'. "No? Why not? Please, tell us your name." The heart-shaped planchette began to move in a rapid motion to the letters: W, O, R, S, T, N, I, G, H, T, M, A, R, and E.
Frank's breath hitched in his throat, and his heart began to beat faster, thumping harshly against his chest. He became rigid, and he noticed that everyone else did, too. He knew this was a bad idea, he fucking knew it. He let out a shuddery breath, and decided to do the stupidest thing he could've ever thought of. "I asked, what is your name?" Frank asks raising his voice as if he were shouting.
Everyone looked at him with wide eyes. "Frank, what the fuck are you—" Brendon started with a panicked voice, but got cut off as the planchette started to move. It moved in the same rapid motion to the letters: B, L, U, R, R, Y, F, A, C, and E.
"Jesus fucking Christ, it's the same name as last time. We're fucked, we're fucking dead," Brendon muttered under his breath, clearly panicking. Frank's hands started shaking, and he could feel someone breathing on his neck again, making goosebumps rise all over his arms and the back of his neck. "Shut the fuck up, Brendon, we'll—we'll be fine, okay?" Patrick stutters with a shaky voice, trying reassure them, but his anxiety isn't really helping.
Suddenly, the candles start going out one by one, and it takes everything in everyone's bodies to not scream or move or even react. Breathing is heard amongst them, and they know it's not one of them. This one is raspy and harsh. All Frank could see amongst the darkness are two glowing red dots.
