The secret By Mr.Missunderstood

Part 1

When I was 4 years old I had a friend named Jacob, Jacob and I would play games, and sometimes prank people. I had so much fun with him and he said he had a lot of fun with me too. I'm 16 now and Jacob is the same age as me. He told me that he wants to do a big prank on the town, I told him I'm in as long as we didn't break any laws.

Jacob smiled and said, "Oh we won't Taylor." I smiled nervously mainly because his smiles and laughs have been different for a couple of weeks now. I felt that it was his way of saying that the pranks we were going to do would be very good. Last week we made a mailbox disappear. All we did was break it and threw it in the river.

The following night we met at our hideout, just an abandoned hospital. He brought a board with him and right off the bat I knew what it was. "Jacob what the fuck, I'm not doing that with you again!" I yelled angrily because the board he had brought was an old worn Ouija board.

"Calm down Taylor, I promise I won't get all crazy on you again." He said with a weak smile. The last time we used it, we encountered a spirit known as Alyssa, and Jacob started yelling a weird language and started to attack me. I had to kick him until he passed out.

"I don't care, the last time you said the damn thing was just a joke." I looked at him with a glare that he immediately got defensive. "Well if I go crazy again this time I'll let you kick the shit out of me." He snapped and laid the board on the tiled floor.

A little background about the hospital, back in the 1800's this hospital was in business and held a bunch of sick people, then one incident closed it down, the incident was a 10-year-old girl was killed by a nurse that went crazy. The hospital was then sold and transformed into a mental asylum for the sick and the crazy. The nurse that killed the girl was the first patient.

And a lot more people were pulled in literally. Some even from prisons, and some people pulled off the street. We both heard that this place had a bad history and up to the 1900s it was used as a testing asylum, they tested experiments on the patients, and some died during the process. And for some reason, Jacob and I loved it and made it our little hideout.

"Taylor this will be our last time we do this here I promise, I just want to try something." Jacob practically begged me and sounded excited. Being the puppy dog I am I said fine and we got everything set up. We lit candles and set it around the board and Jacob got out the curser and laid it on the board. We both put our hand on it and then started the demonic ritual.

Jacob started out with the most common question and still the most effective. "Is anyone here with us tonight?" A couple minutes passed and the curser moved to the "yes." Jacob was excited and me well I was terrified.

"Are you a patient or a doctor that worked here?" Jacob asked curiously and the curser spelt out the word "test subject." I was getting scared and moved my hand away and looked at Jacob. He looked back confused. "How about you do it and I just watch it." He frowned and then shrugged and told me to write down the questions and answers on the notebook in his bag. I nodded and began to write down the questions he previously asked and nodded to him to ask the next one.

"Sorry to hear you were a test subject, is that how you died?" The curser moved to the "no" and moved back into the letters spelling a sentence I wrote down what I gathered and read it to Jacob. "I didn't die from the tests I was actually healthy it's what I witnessed that killed me."

After I read it to Jacob, he and I looked at each other in shock and then I told him to ask what the spirit witnessed. He did as I asked and the curser moved to the letters again, and I immediately started writing down what the spirit said.

"I witnessed a test going on under the radar of the staff in the facility, and it was horrible. Most of the doctors would take dead patients burn them and take their ashes and make tablets from them." I was scared and confused now. Jacob was confused as well and then went to ask another original question but again effective.

"Are you a good spirit?" Jacob asked almost choking at the middle of the question. The curser moved to the "yes." He and I both took a deep breath in relief. What happened next scared both of us. Jacob's hand started moving again and the curser started spelling "help me, I'm trapped in the basement please!" I wrote this down and the curser went to the "goodbye."

Jacob got up and said that let's get out of here. I agreed and he left the board on the ground and he and I both booked it to the entrance but when we got there the door was gone. "What the fuck?!" Jacob yelled and then we heard something run behind us. We turned around and saw a box on the floor. It wasn't there before.

Jacob went to the box and I followed cautiously. "What's in it?" I asked. Jacob picked up the box and took it to a decaying table and set it down and then looked at me. "Only one way to find out." He opened the box and what we saw was completely different from what I thought it would be.

To be honest I thought I would see a head or blood and bones inside the box with a note. But instead, it was a book, fairly new too. Jacob picked up the book and opened it on the table. Although the book looked new the pages were worn. Jacob leafed through the book and we found a picture in it. The picture was us.

After looking at the picture to make sure the picture wasn't just a mirror or some kind of trick, I threw the picture down and grabbed the board and threw it across the room and heard it shatter on the tile floor.

After what seemed like hours we heard something down the hallway. It sounded like a little boy sobbing, no it sounded like it was laughing. At this point, I was scared and so was Jacob because I could tell by his face. The laughter came closer louder and louder when suddenly it stopped.

Just then I heard Jacob shriek and yell "Ah my leg! Get off me, it hurts! Taylor Help!" I stood in fear, whatever it was it was hurting my friend maybe even ripping his leg off. Then out of sudden rage, I leapt over to my friend and batted on his leg where he said it was hurting with my fists screaming and yelling.

After minutes of pounding my fists on my friend's attacker, I felt a warm liquid on my hand and I reached for my friend's leg and felt something furry, no it wasn't that it was hair! I immediately dragged the thing into the light and noticed it was a boy, his head bruised and cut open from my fists.

"Jacob it's a kid, he looks about our age." Jacob didn't respond, come to think of it I didn't feel Jacob underneath me anymore. With a shock of fear running through me I pulled the child's head back and screamed in anger and sadness. The child was Jacob. I sat there crying, trying to figure out how Jacob could have moved so fast or how I did that to him.

I heard a laugh from behind me and I turned around in stood up and clenched my fists hard. I then saw the book that Jacob had pulled the picture from. I bent down and picked the book up and opened it out of anger and saw that in red ink it spelt out, "I lied I'm an evil spirit, I trick people, and I can perform Illusions."

In anger, I threw the book down and kicked at it until my foot hurt and then I saw a black figure stand in front of me smiling and almost looked like it was chuckling. I looked at the figure and felt my breath be taken away from me as it moved its hands up to its mouth.

The figure smiled and then said. "Welcome to your demise, Taylor."