Broadwire

12: Talking To The Bad Man: Brie

I walked away from Carli's room, not knowing how to feel about her playing with ouija boards. On one hand, where did she get it? They haven't sold those things with boards this thick in years. I didn't know whether or not to be mad at her, because what she was doing wasn't inherently bad. Not knowing how to feel, I walked into my bedroom and noticed Cayden was already getting ready for work, which meant Carli only would get a few hours of sleep before her first day of fourth grade. Which made me sigh. I walked into where Cayden was getting ready and he had dark circles under his eyes. He had slept less than I had.

"Hey, you taking Carli, or you want me to. It'll be easier if I do. I don't have work today so," I told him with a soft voice. Neither of our mental healths were at their best these last days. He just nodded and I turned around. I didn't want to upset him, so I would just wait to tell him about the ouija incident when he got back from work. I walked back over to it and picked it from my bed where I had thrown it. I opened my bedside drawer that was on the bottom because it was empty and big enough to fit a ouija board in. There was already something there though. A planchet. I slid the wooden board into the drawer and just tossed the magic planchet out of my mind, leaving it to rot if the curiosity wouldn't get the better of me.

I took Carli to school and talked about her face day with her the whole way there. A few of the parents of the other children being dropped off gave me looks of sadness and pity, but I just drove past them. When I got home, Cayden was already gone, so I went upstairs and laid in bed, crying myself to sleep.

I woke up and the ouija board was out of the cabinet.

"Cayden?" I called out into the house, wondering how the board came out. I stood up and grabbed my phone to check the time, it was 1:30. I turned, and now the planchet was also out now. I felt the urge to touch it. I felt the urge to use it. To talk to someone that I didn't know. I walked over to the ouija board and laid my fingers on the cold piece of wood. I didn't exactly know what to ask, so I asked the obvious.

"Who's here?" I asked, slightly scared. My mom never let me play with them as a kid, even though I had the chance multiple times. Once even with Trenton and Cayden. Trenton had always liked them. Maybe it amused his madness. When the planchet started to glide across the rough wood, I noticed what it was spelling.

Trenton

"What the- you killed them!" I said, knowing he was trying to convince me that it wasn't him or something. He was still alive though, in a mental hospital somewhere. I thought back to when I found Trenton with the bodies. When he was chasing after me and the flash of light flew from his body into the pile of ashes. Was that his consciousness?

"You're alive tough?" I asked him.

That is not me-That is my body

"Why did you kill them, what happened to you?" I asked him, expecting he would deny it. He would never admit to killing them.

I did not do it-I need you to tell me where my body is at-I will not try to defend myself-You can keep believing your story

"You're body is at a mental hospital," I told him, confused why he needed to know, and if he could come back to his body. Not that it mattered, he was locked up in an asylum.

"You're in asylum somewhere, the one here in Broadwire, the one with Sarah," then the planchet slid across the Goodbye.

"Bye? I guess," I told no one really, and I put the board up.