Ouija

6

We reach for the planchette. Nick looks at me and I am crying lightly. I took a short breath.

"Can we leave?" We both ask at the same time.

Fortunately, it said yes and went to GoodBye. I sigh in relief. Nick takes the items and puts it back in the box and into the closet.

We went to open the door but it was locked. Not locked but as if someone was keeping it shut from the other side. Nick struggles and he lets me try.

"Help!" I try to yell. But it is barely audible. I feel like my lips were sewn. The closet begins to rattle forcing me to scream in fear. My hand trembles along with the rest of my body and I forget that Nick is in the same room as me.

The closet opens forcefully. The Ouija Board slides across the floor and appears in front of me and Nick. We let out a shrieking scream.

The door knob rattles and my mom appears. "Oh my God. I couldn't open the door. I tried using the keys. I'm so sorry !" My mother looks like she was about to burst into tears which made me cry. I look around and I see the Ouija is nowhere to be seen. "What happened?" "Oh, um, we were just playing a scary game." Nick mutters. "What kind of scary game?" My mother asks suspiciously. Nick looked like he was about to explode in guilt so I spoke up.

"We made it up but we don't have a name for it." I lied. I thought she would ask how to play but luckily she didn't. She looked pissed at us for wasting her time but Mom just nods and heads downstairs while me and Nick let out a sigh of relief.

***

Me and my brother haven't spoken to each other. Not because we were mad. It was just we needed some time to ourself.

Me and Nick are too afraid to sleep in our own room so we sleep with our mom. I'm too afraid to use the restroom. "Alice." He finally broke the silence. I look up from my phone so he knows he got my attention. "Do you wanna-" he took a sharp breath and whispered in my ear. "Let's do the Ouija Board." My eyes widened. "No. Oh hell no." I flinch at the word hell.

"Please no!" I whimper. "Come on. We have to find out who we are communicating with us." He does have a point. He always does. "Do it yourself." I retort. "Fine, but you'll have to watch me." Hesitantly, I nod.

We head into his room this time with the board. Oh the stupid board. My brother set up on his desk and kept on studying the board.

I nudge him and I see him jump. "Damn it. Just go already!" I almost yell, eager to see who is communicating with us. "Nicholas Banks, do it now!" I yell, but not too loud. He asks who is communicating with him. John Banks. That was my father. "L-look through the glass," Nick suggests. I obey. I slowly lift the planchette to my eye. I still see Nick. Nothing abnormal. I turn around and I see my father. "Dad?" I cry . "Alice." He says. I feel tears grow in my eyes. But this wasn't my father. His face starts melting and black liquid is constantly leaking out of his nose. His pupils face the back of his head only revealing the whites of his eyes.

His eyes grow black. He slowly tilts his head. "I love you." His distorted voice calls out. His voice was not human. Not human at all.

He leaps to attack me and I scream and quickly take off the planchette away from my eye. I look to see no one there. I drop the planchette and I cover my face sobbing. "I'm so sorry Alice. I shouldn't have let you look through there.." he does look guilty. I glare at him with my glassy eyes. "Enough of this. This is such a stupid game." The board flips by itself over to the corner of the room near the hole.

I quickly take the Ouija Board inside the box, stuffing it in the corner in the hole. I ran over to my desk and grab some thick and secure duct tape.

I rip it and firmly place the tape to the hole.
I put like 100 layers to seal up that hole.

The door was open so I ran out leaving Nick behind. "Alice wait!" He grabs my wrist. I felt weird at the time. "Haha, poor Nick. It's your fault I died!" Something from inside me yells. Nick knows it wasn't me. My voice sounded like 3 voices together. A demonic sound. I fall to the ground covering my mouth and he strokes my hair beside me.

"I know it wasn't you.." he looks at me. "It was father."