May These Noises Startle You In Your Sleep Tonight (Kellic)

Chapter 1

Hi there! Thank you for giving this story a try! Just a warning: there will be some descriptive death scenes, such as murder and gore and whatnot, so if you can't handle that then maybe this story isn't for you. There will also be smut later on. Okay, enjoy!!

3rd Person POV

"Do it! Come on man, don't be a pussy," Kellin taunted. Ronnie licked his lips and smirked before taking the lid off the rectangular box and pulling out a Ouija board.

"Holy shit, that actually looks real," a spiky-haired teenager marveled. Ronnie rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's not real, you idiot. Ouija boards are totally fake. I got this one on EBay for like ten bucks. It's just an illusion, a game," he explained. Kellin nodded in agreement, but that didn't calm Jaime's nerves. He had always been superstitious.

The three boys were sitting in the basement of Kellin's home. Well, basement wasn't really the right word. It was more of a cellar, with four chipping concrete walls and a grimy floor, lit only by a dim light-bulb hanging overhead. Kellin and his friends would often come down here when they wanted to be alone, usually to smoke weed or do something stupid, but right now they were messing around with an old Ouija board. There was really no reason to it; Ronnie just saw it online and thought it would be fun. Little did they know, their lives were about to change forever.

Ronnie pulled out his phone and began typing away at it. Once he found what he was looking for, he glanced around at the other boys mischievously.

"Alright, you bitches ready to summon a demon?" Ronnie said slyly.

"Wait, what? I thought we were just gonna mess around and try to, like, talk to dead celebrities or something!" Jaime exclaimed. Kellin sighed.

"Jaime don't worry, it's not like it's a real ritual or anything. We're just joking around. Relax," he said in an attempt to calm his friend down. Jaime stayed quiet but he was still on edge.

"Okay, here we go," Ronnie said, setting his phone down on his thigh and raising both hands up as if he were doing some sort of spell. The bright light from the screen lit up the underside of his face and gave him a sort of eerie vibe. Kellin smirked and shook his head at his friend's antics, but Jaime just frowned and pursed his lips. Ronnie closed his eyes.

"Oh great spirits of the underworld, speak to us and share all of your secrets from beyond the grave," Ronnie spoke dramatically. He then looked down at his phone and read a chant that was in another language, probably Latin. As he spoke, the light above him flickered warningly, but then again it was really old and did that a lot anyway. A chill ran through the room, followed by a gust of heat. Jaime's eyes widened and Kellin frowned. That was definitely odd. Ronnie finished talking and picked up his phone.

"Now it says that we have to state the names of the ones using the spell," he said. "Ronnie Radke."

"Kellin Quinn."

"Jaime Preciado."

"I guess that's it," he said. Jaime looked around the room nervously as if he expected some demonic creature to be looking back at him, but they were still alone in the dark, dank room.

Or so they thought.

Vic's POV

I sent the whip flying across the man's back, forming a long thin cut that I knew was deeper than it looked. The man wailed in agony and I smiled devilishly.

"You want more?" I growled. The man shook his head violently.

"No, please, no more!" he cried out. I watched him as a bead of sweat dripped down into one of the cuts that littered his back, and he screamed again.