Fill in the Blanks - #TNTHorrorContest

Fill in the Blanks

When I was a kid my parents always made little stories where I had to fill in the blanks, and they would "come true". It grew on me the older I got and being the strange kid I was, I made my friends do the same thing. It started off innocently enough when we were children, but after being friends for six years and getting older and into weirder things, we knew we had to continue tradition.

Now, you're probably wondering, when I say these stories come true, do they? I definitely believe so. When my mother had come home from work after one day we told a story about someone's grandmother dying (as I said I was a weird kid), and the next week my best friends grandmother passed away. It was then I realized that nothing good came out of these stories, almost like some paranormal pull, and wishing for a puppy in one of these stories was not going to happen.

That was when I realized that I had a lot of power when it came to the things these stories told. If I wanted someone to be harmed or hurt, or even die, I could fill in the blanks. My mother thought it was hilarious, she didn't see the problem in me being imaginative, but little did she know that everything that was said was coming true right under her nose. Any incident I have ever reported back to her has been blown off as a coincidence, so I knew whatever happened between my friends and I only happened between my friends and I.

Let me tell you something about my friends. There are four of us, but there used to be five. We'll get to that later in the story, though. There are three girls and one boy, also known as me. My girl friends, Ronnie, Evelyn, and Victoria are the only ones who have been able to stick through my weird shit. Ronnie came to me first, thinking the light shone out of my ass, and having some off connections with the paranormal herself. Second came Victoria, she was from a long line of Christian descendants but wanted to get away from them, so when she met Ronnie and I she kind of was taken under our wing. Third, but definitely not last (as I said we'll explain later), came Evelyn, my little Eevee. She was the light of the bunch, happy and funny, but also into the most demonic shit I've ever come across. That was our group, the weird kids, the misfits, the outcasts, but also, as we always said to each other, the most powerful.

We had power up the wazoo, we had every right to give and take as they came and we mostly took. We would take and take and take until the universe decided to take and take and take from us right the fuck back. We should have known, we should have know that power doesn't come without consequences, that we are not God, but oh how we four wanted to be.

To put it lightly I liked to refer to us as a cult, because we were. We didn't accept people much, well not anymore because they couldn't handle it. We had people who we thought were like us who wanted power too, but as soon as things got real, as soon as we started taking, they wanted out. We have a word for the things we do to the people who are initiated into our group and who decide to leave, and trust me, it is not a pretty word. I'll get into that when it comes to play, we are getting there.

For the first few months after we all turned sixteen, we liked to spend time using ouija boards and messing around with satanic things because we were notably bored for whatever reason. That was when we started taking the "fill in the blank" methods serious. We had instances where it was thought to be coincidental just like my mother so often had suggested. Until the day my mother herself was a victim to the fill in the blank stories.

For some reason I believed she was immune, I thought that because she taught us the stories and made up the ideas that she wouldn't be affected by it. So when Ronnie came to my house and suggested we story tell after a huge fight with my mother I didn't think it was wrong to say she was going to die.

"Let's play," Ronnie said, the sun shining off her dark hair as I open the door to let her in.

"I don't want to," I responded, because I do remember everything about that day like I remember the first time I lost my virginity to Evelyn.