Elliot dug through his backpack and eventually found a pen, it was a bit broken and the ink had leaked s little but it was still useable, then I pulled the photograph that I found in Richard's house out of my pocket.
"What are you doing?" Luke sounded concerned.
"Just trust me on this." I said.
I flipped the photograph over to the blank side, "Shine your flashlights over here everyone." I instructed.
"Oh and Elliot turn around." He gave a a puzzled look, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes of course I do." He sounded shocked that I'd actually asked if he trusted me.
"Then turn around." I said, Elliot turned around facing away from us and I leant the photograph on his back, I started writing on the paper.
I wrote yes and no, all of the letters from the alphabet, the numbers zero to nine and most importantly goodbye.
Yes, I was making my very own ouija board.
"What are you doing?" Elliot asked excitedly.
"Wait and see." I finished off my ouija board before holding it up and showing it to everyone.
"Impressive." Luke complimented.
"I know, I'm a genius." I grinned at Luke.
All I needed was a planchette.
"Hey does anyone have anything like a planchette?" I asked.
"Here." Elliot handed me the lid from his water bottle.
"Perfect." I smiled.
"I know I am." Elliot smirked, copying my joke with Luke.
"Ready to do it again?" I asked them,
"Do we all have to?" Emily asked with fear in her eyes.
"Everyone who did it the last time has to do it this time, otherwise it won't work." I told her.
"Thats everyone." Luke said.
"Oh wow Luke, now your a genius but I'm always gonna be a better genius, sorry not sorry." I giggled, Luke and Elliot laughed as well.
"Let's do this thing." Logan clapped his hands.
We all sat in a circle on the dusty coal mine floor, the small ouija board in the middle with all our fingers gently placed on the bottle lid.
I prayed that the board would work, I closed my eyes and concentrated hard, harder than I do in maths, harder than I do in school, harder than I ever have before.
I peeked open my eyes and saw everyone with their eyes shut tight, deep in concentration, I guess if anyone saw us right now they would be laughing their head off because of how much we looked like idiots, all sitting on the dirty ground around a photograph with scribbled letters on it with our eyes closed, but now was not the time to think about that.
"Are there any spirits there?" Luke instinctively asked, we all knew the spirit was there.
The makeshift planchette moved forcefully to 'yes' as if the spirit was playing along with our plan.
I looked over at Elliot, he was biting his lip, he was nervous.
"Who are you?" Luke asked, to be honest even though Luke annoyed me by being in charge of us all the time he was actually good at it.
"Shanabelle." The board spelt, the spirits name sent chills down my spine.
"We are sorry about everything." Luke apologised again.
"I don't forgive anyone." The spirit spelt.
"How can we make it up to you?" Asked Luke.
"You can't." Shanabelle spelt.
"Why?"
"If someone hurts me, I make their life misery." The board said.
The plan was proving harder than I thought. This spirit was impossible, she wouldn't give up on trying to ruin our lives.
"We are truly sorry about what happened to you." Luke was getting frustrated.
"I'm here to stay."
That was it. This spirit was a mean bully and was annoying me, I couldn't tolerate this spirit anymore.
"Just forgive us, even though we haven't done anything, then go back to the spirit world!" I yelled at the spirit, I couldn't help it, the words just fell from my mouth.
The others stared at me stunned by my sudden outburst, "Calm down." Elliot said warmly.
"No i can't, this spirit is ruining our lives, and wants to kill us and won't even listen to what we have to say." I clenched my fists tightly in anger. I knew I was making the situation worse but I couldn't stop myself from saying how I felt.
"Just breath." Elliot placed his hand on mine which instantly made me relax, he just had this calming effect on me whether I was nervous or angry or scared he made me feel better.
I took deep breaths and thought about happy things trying to calm myself down, we couldn't let this spirit scare us. We were alive and the spirit was dead. We had to win!
Comment your favourite character, mines Elliot because he lives on sarcasm like me.
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