Several months later.. Jenna's P.O.V
"Wow this is kinda weird.." Jenna said quietly. "Well I guess we can gather some things in memory of her," he answered making it less awkward, "look in her closet-" Derick said, "She kept everything in there." I opened up the door and saw all of Debbie's clothes in alphabetical order. "That's Debbie alright!" Jenna said hysterically. "Ya," he giggled. "Wait-" he cut himself off and pulled a part of the ceiling off. "Hey! Quit it" i whisper - yelled. And then smacked him in the ear. "This isn't yours!" "Hey just trust me." Derick peeled the rest off and you could see a handle. "We should go in." "Here i'll lift you up," he replied. I grabbed my flashlight and he boosted me up. "Wow there is a lot of dust!" He climbed up "Do you see anything? All I see is dust." he snorted. I looked around and saw pictures of people that I didn't recognise, "Are these relatives?" I remarked. "I have no clue." Looking through the rest of the stack I saw recent photos of Debbie. "Wait." i paused, "Debbie wore this the day before the football game." "Who took these?" Derick asked. "Oh i've played those before!" he said, "That's called an Ouija right?" I asked him. "But there are rules 1. Never play alone and 2.always say goodbye." He looked up from the picture slowly, "But she played alone that means-" He got cut off and the flashlight got ripped from his hand and was spinning on the floor. "Let's get outta here!" He yelled.
Under debbie's terrace, 11:27
"Ok you ready?" I asked Derick. (A.n: They are currently where debbie died so they could try and talk to her.) "Ready as I'll ever be!" He said trying to sound positive. We put our fingers on the piece and moved in 2 circles. "Is anyone here?" I asked. Nothing. When I started to speak again it moved to yes. "What is your name?" Derick huffed, it moved to the d. I gasped. "Debbie? Is that you?" I said. No answer. "Where are you?" Derick asked it. A chair moved in a blur quickly up to the other end of the table. "That chair?" I said pointing. I moved my hair behind my ear and put the piece up to my eye. I looked to see a girl figure with a white dress and blonde hair with stitched lips similar to the girl in the pictures. I pulled the piece down shakily. "What? Whats wrong?" "That is not Debbie." I answered him. He stared at me like he was dreaming and i set the piece down, Sister. It moved fast on its own. Goodbye. It said bloving the candles out and moving the chair in. Too scared to speak we darted back to his house.
