Broadwire

1: The Original Night

The night started out with a bang. Literally. An illegal firework show was being shown deep in the woods. Far enough out that we thought no one could hear us.

Normally, people have costume parties or something scary on Halloween, but we had leftover fireworks from the Fourth of July. So we decided that's how we would start the night. There were four of us: Trenton (me), Dakota, Sarah, and Jasmine. Jasmine and I were in the back watching while Dakota and Sarah were lighting off fireworks and running away.

"Okay, we're out, what else we doing tonight?" Sarah asked walking towards us, Dakota closely following. I stood up from the towel Jasmine and I were sitting on and ran to the car. I pulled out my bag and rummaged through it until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the flat board with numbers and letters, and the small planchet and walked back towards the group.

"Look what I found at the antique shop, a ouija board!" I said, with excitement in my voice.

"Um, I didn't sign up for this," Sarah said, both humor and terror in her voice. Jasmine was jumping up and down, ready to summon all the demons. Dakota really didn't care so he was more or less into it. We had brought towels to sit on and I put them all in a square and laid out the ouija board.

"Okay, I googled the rules: 1. One you start speaking to a ghost, don't take your hands off the planchet 2. Be res-" I started to say the second rule, but my phone died even though it was on 70 percent.

"Who needs rules anyway?" I said laughing. Jasmine pulled out her phone and tried to power it on, but her's was dead also.

"That's creepy, I had 30 percent," Jasmine said, holding the power button still. Sarah didn't bother to check hers and Dakota's was in the car stil.

"Well, it can't be that hard, you put your fingers on the glass thing and ask questions," Dakota said.

"Well, let's start I guess," Sarah said, her voice shaking. We all set our fingers on the glass and started asking questions. Mostly just the basic questions everyone asks like "Is there a spirit here?" Or "When am I going to die?" and one of us would move the planchet as a joke. That was until we got an unsettling answer to a question that was meant as a joke.

"What's your name?" Jasmine said, still laughing from something one of us had spelled out to one of her questions. The piece started moving and we all immediately asked who was doing it. No one said that it was them. It spelled Edwin Howard.

"Who's that?" I asked the group, suspecting it was one of them. No one answered.

"Not joking, who was that?" I asked again, my voice shaky with terror.

"Well if it's a ghost, then we got someone to talk to," I said, trying to make a joke, but my voice was still very uneasy.

"Where did you die?" Dakota asked, having a good time now that an actual ghost was with us.

13 floors up

"You fell out of a window?" Sarah asked, not even hiding how scared she was anymore, her voice shakier than a magnitude 8 earthquake.

Jumped

"So you committed suicide?" Jasmine asked, not as scared as Sarah but still slightly off put.

Yes, See you later

It spelled that out and we were terrified and it stopped moving and all was quiet. None of us spoke and the silence was piercing our ears. It was quiet until the loud thud that came from deeper in the woods.

"What was that?" Dakota asked, feeling mixed with what he had seen and heard. Then his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he started walking towards the noise.

"No, what are you doing, this is how all the white people die in movies, by following a scary noise," I said, trying to lighten the group up even though we were all shaking with terror because of what was happening. We couldn't let him go alone, so we followed toward the way he was walking. We only walked a few meters before we saw what had made the thud noise. A body was laying face down, blood pooling around his head.

"What the-" Jasmine started to say, but Dakota's body lifted up, as if being picked up by his shoulders by an invisible force and he flew backwards, at speeds normally impossible by a human, but these weren't normal circumstances.