3:07 a.m ☠ malik

Preface

Preface

"Will you tell us your name?" I whispered lowly as the illuminating match of flame struggled to light the dark and eerie room.

The piece slowly moved to what seemed like the letter "T." I was bewildered by the incredulous movements. We all were. I knew that none of us would ever dare our souls to fake something like this with our own fingers, something so dangerous I guess you could say. I couldn't give less of a mere fuck to of all of the following side effects this event could provoke. All that mattered was the thrill and excitement in our bodies desiring to know more and more about this supernatural phenomena. 

"You're filming it, right, Ginger?" Luke questioned Rudy. She nodded, the same thrill and excitement screaming in her widened eyes as she, too, intently watched the piece move to the third letter from the digital camera screen.

"Tim..." Silvanna began to pronounce the forming letters of the ghost's name. "Timothy? Your name is Timothy?"

All of our eyes darted across the board, following the piece's movement, and of course, it landed on the word "Yes."

"Timmy the lumberjack?" Luke joked, Zayn slightly chuckling at his foolishness.

"...Shhh! Joking around with ghosts is the last thing you wanna do," Silvanna warned him with a strong glare held in her eyes. He settled down and nodded, me glancing to look at Zayn and he doing the same.

"Are you from the sun... or from the moon?" I asked Timothy. The piece didn't budge. We all sat in a trance of silence, waiting and hoping that the he'd respond again. The piece glided across the board quickly to it's new destination, then I gasped.

"It's from the moon," I breathed. Ginger and Silvanna both gaped at me in confusion.

"What do you mean? How do you know?" Silvanna asked me.

"It literally moved on it's own again. See, it landed on moon," I protested, but they stared at me like if I had gone nuts.

"No. Look, it's still on the last letter of the name. It never moved," Zayn told me.

My eyes glanced toward the board again, and it was actually true. The piece was still in the last letter of the name Timothy, nothing had moved.

"B-But... I saw it move," I whispered. My friends stared at me with worry. What the actual fuck, man.

"I think this is enough. It's almost midnight," Zayn warily announced. All of us removed our fingers from the ouija piece, and the dim lights from the matches began to flicker.

(( Zayn's Perspective ))

"I think this is enough. It's almost midnight," I announced to my friends, but mostly my girlfriend, Fawn.

I am profoundly worried for her. Ever since she lost Brian, she has gotten addicted to all of this ghost stuff and somehow got the rest of us, including me, to investigate the paranormal with her.

Although we have our differences, in religion for example, I genuinely love her. I care about her so much and I support her through everything, right now her struggle to get over the passing away of Brian for example, but this is something that I can't support. I'm gonna have to tell her when we get home. She literally saw the piece move when it didn't move, that's creepy as fuck... and if being in this spooky old cabin in the middle of the woods isn't scary enough, I don't know what is.

Just then, the feeble flames from the matches began to flicker like a light switch on and off. How is that even possible? I felt Fawn scoot closer to me.

"Okay. Let's leave. I'm cold anyway," her voice quivered. I hugged her tightly, my other friends trying to light up a new match, until the flame abruptly burned out and pitch-black darkness filled the room.

Silvanna screamed, her fear of darkness taking complete and utter control over her.

"It's okay, it's okay," I heard Luke whisper. Her wails gradually faded as he tranquilized her with shushing sounds. Fawn was now clinging on to me.

"Look for the match box, Ginger," Luke ordered Rudy. I heard shuffling sounds, the indication that she was searching for them.

"I can't find them," she desperately whined. Silvanna's frightened weeps filled the air again.

"Fawn? Are you okay?" I whispered and moved my hands around to feel her.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here," she replied. I know we were hugging each other, but I needed a verbal response as reassurance. 

"Are you? You know, okay?" She asked me. The small smile crept onto my face.

"I'm okay whenever you are," I answered, kissing the top of her head, the actions invisible to everyone, including me.

"Find those lights, please, she'll faint," Luke impatiently demanded.

"I'll help," I heard Fawn offer and scramble away from me before I could protest.

More shuffling was heard, and finally a cry of joy was, too.

"I got it!" Fawn exclaimed. "You'll be fine, Silv..."

Her voice cut off, followed by the sound of the discovered item dropping with a small thud. Fawn's scream then echoed through our ears, the ragged sounds of cloth being dragged away from us now fading away.

"Help! Help me!" Fawn cried.

Was she being dragged? Thumping of the possibility of her body down the stairs was heard.

"Fuck! Turn on the those damn flames! Resist, Fawn!" I shrieked, trying to approach Rudy. I picked up the box from where I heard it fall and scratched the match against the side. "C'mon, come on," I hurriedly spit, my heart racing. The sounds of her pleas of help had turned into bitter silence.

Finally, the match was somewhat alive again, and my eyes wandered quickly about the room. I ran downstairs, leaving my friends, and looked everywhere, but she was already gone.

Just like that.