ONE EYED BOY [C. Grimes][Rarl]

ouija

Warnings: Death Mention, Swearing

Description: Ron, Enid, and Mikey made a friend through an old 'game'.

Sleeping over with friends wasn't normally so worrying. Ron had fidgeted anxiously as Enid pulled out the Ouija Board, having heard all the superstitions over the lettered slab of wood. It varied each time. Either demons or possession, burning in hell or eternal bad luck. The board was just bad news, he'd assumed. Not anything to mess with. It just wasn't worth it, curiosity or not. So, obviously, watching his friends set the damn thing up made Ron Anderson uncomfortable, to say the least.

"Is this a good idea-? You know what, I'll answer that for you guys," Ron began. "No. No, this is NOT a good idea. Like, AT ALL-"

"Stop being such a pussy, Ron." Mikey and Enid laughed as they lit the last pumpkin spice candle that Mikey's mother owned. 'To set the spooky mood,' Enid had said.

The board was ominous, the dark lettering painted by hand onto the marbled wood of the base. It was simple really; numbers across the top, the alphabet in the middle, and along the bottom was "Hello, Yes, No, Goodbye". It was ridiculous. Ghosts? Who even believed in ghosts, besides crazy old people and that one creepy ass kid at school? No one.

Once the lights were turned off and the only thing allowing the teens to see through the dark was the Hallmark candles, Ron began to really panic. Enid and Mikey put their hands on the planchette and Ron gave one last groan before grudgingly placing his thin pale fingers on the smooth pointer.

After what felt like forever, the board piece began to inch over to the 'Hello'.

"Are you doing that?" Ron squeaked.

"No.." Enid hissed, before being interrupted by Mikey's giggles.

"Ohhh, spooky ghost-" He said before Enid took her hands off the board to smack him.

"You little shit! We agreed not to move it!" "I couldn't resist!"

A smile curved Ron's mouth, and he absentmindedly kept his hands on the planchette. He didn't even notice it twitch, staring at his friend's argue and swear. Then, he saw it. His hand had slid all the way over to the 'S', and then the 'T'. He just gaped, ignoring Enid and Mikey still cussing at each other.

'U', 'P', 'I', 'D'...

"What the fuck?" Was all Ron said, interrupting their argument. All three looked down at the board.

Enid crouched down but did not touch the planchette again.

"What'd it say?" She asked, sounding excited. Ron wouldn't have fucked around like Mikey, he was too skittish to mess around with the board.

"Stupid," Ron said, eyed wide as dinner plates.

"What?"

"It said 'Stupid'."

There was a moment of quiet, their breath in the air before Mikey spoke again.

"Well, that's fucking rude."

"Shut up! It's moving again!"

Ron watched in horror as the planchette slid to the goodbye. Enid wasn't having it and quickly spoke again.

"No, please stay! Mikey is annoying as fuck, ignore him. What's your name?"

Ron didn't dare move his hands, his fingertips hardly touching the board piece at all. The idea that a GHOST was covering over the three of them, guiding Ron in this horrible game was just absurd, but here he was, playing along. The pointer slid over to 'No'.

"Why not?" Enid scowled, sitting on her knees, pulling her ponytail tighter on the back of her skull. "Never mind- Okay. Let's start SIMPLE. Are you a boy or a girl?"

It moved slowly from the 'no' to the letter 'm'. "Okay, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Mikey looked annoyed. "I call bullshit."

"It's 'M' for male, you fucking douche nozzle." Ron snapped, rolling his eyes, being sarcastic even through his crippling fear.

"Do you know that you're dead?" Enid was getting curious.

"Wow, way to be insensitive, Enid. You have so much empathy." Mikey folded his arms, sitting criss-cross.

The pointer moved to 'yes'.

"Well that's good, I guess. Did you die in this house?"

It didn't move for a few seconds before starting to move to letters. The teens echoed the letters as they came, reading aloud.

"O... U... T... S...I...D...E." They seemed to harmonize through the dark room.

"Outside? What, did you die of heatstroke?" Mikey laughed.

"Yeah, I'm SO insensitive." Enid glared across the board at Mikey.

"I'm trying to shed some LIGHT on the situation, E."

"Guys, it's still talking!" Ron snapped at them, eyes not leaving the board.

"C... A...R..." But, then, it stopped, leaving them with the single word. A sort of sadness seemed to hang over them as they all exchanged looks. Car. A car crash, maybe even a walking pedestrian.

"Sorry," Mikey said, voice low and soft.

"How old are you?" Ron whispered. The pointer moved again to the one and then the five.

Another moment of silence was held for the dead kid. It felt stuffy in the room.

"Well, this is Mikey," Enid said, pointing to the black haired boy and then to Ron. "This is Ron, and I'm Enid."

It began to spell again.

C, A, R- It looked like it was spelling out the first word again and Ron's stomach dropped, but then it moved to the last letter.

"Carl?" Ron spoke out loud. "That's your name?"

"Nice to meet you, Carl."