Ouija Board

Chapter 2

Without asking any questions and without hesitation, Calum, Michael and Molly did as Luke said, and ran downstairs. They didn't really have to run, but Ashton freaked them out so bad, that I guess you could say Michael was no longer a non believer. Ashton and Luke continued to stare each other down. I wanted to say something, but for the first time in alll my afterlife, I was at a loss for words. Usually, Ashton could never shut me up. Ironically, most people would be alarmed seeing a ghost, but here I was, a ghost, alarmed at seeing breather that could see me.

"Did you really have to scare the living shit out of my friends?" Luke asked, finally breaking his glare. Ashton rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Oh, come on, you guys came here expecting, wanting something to happen. I just gave you what you wanted."

Luke crossed his arms, and leaned against the door.

"Look, this wasn't my idea, I really didn't want to come. Obviously you can tell I don't like admitting that I can see the dead, it's not something I really like to bring up in an everyday conversation."

"So, why did you come then?" I said. Luke looked at me, and shrugged his shoulders.

"I was afraid, for them, my friends. You never know who, or what exactly you're going to come in to contact with when using a Ouija Board."

"Except for you, of course. You know." Ashton chimed in.

Luke bit his lip, and nodded.

"Yeah, except for me." Luke mumbled under his breath. We stood in silence for a moment, taking all of it in. I've always dreamed of being able to communicate with the living, I've felt like it would make me feel like I was alive again. I had so

many questions, and I knew Ashton did too, but I guess, like myself, he didn't know exactly how to ask those questions.

Luke walked over to the old hospital bed, and laid down on it. He scrunched his nose, and shook his head.

"You didn't die on this bed, did you?" Luke asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

"She did, I didn't." Ashton said, "I died in D67." Ashton chuckled, making me laugh. "How old are you?" Luke asked.

"I was seventeen when I died, but that was what...eighty something years ago?" I laughed. Luke bit his lip, and nodded.

"I was nineteen, I died in 1986."

Luke took in a deep breath, slowing exhaling through his mouth.

"Show off." I grinned and rolled my eyes, making Luke chuckle. 

"How old are you?" Ashton asked Luke. I sat down on the ground next to the hospital bed, stretching my legs out, as a living person would when they get cramps. I haven't had a cramp in almost eighty-eight years, and honestly, I don't miss them at all. The perks of being dead, you don't feel anything anymore.

"I just turned eighteen." He said. Ashton nodded slowly, and disappeared, leaving Luke and I alone. We sat in awkward silence for a while, not sure what we should say.

"Where'd he go? He went through all that trouble to get my attention, and when he finally does, he vanishes."

I shrug my shoulders, and stare at my bare pale feet that are stretched out in front of me.

"I just think he's still in shock. Imagine being invisible for twenty-eight years, and suddenly, without warning, you're finally seen." 

Luke nods, and sits up on the bed, to face me.