3:07 a.m ☠ malik

14

Fucking Around

We all remained dead silent, still hypnotized by the movement of the planchette. It's ridiculous that we already had enough evidence to believe that this apartment was haunted. The words of the elderly man back at the yard sale lingered sinisterly in my head.

If you don't know what that Ouija board does, I'll describe it in one word - hell. It's pure hell, and I know because I experienced hell after using that board. Ouija boards aren't sold at your local superstore toy section, they're sold on the black market because Ouija boards are dangerous things to use. I just wanted to contact a close friend, who died only few years ago. That's why I tried to use the Ouija board, but I was dumb enough to think that an Ouija board was a reliable source.

My lips trembled before I hesitated to speak. "D-Did anyone move that?"

"Are you kidding?" Luke's loud voice rung through our ears. He continued to ramble. "The thing just travelled a mile and you're aski-"

"Shhh!" Silvanna shot him a glare. "Shut up, will ya?" She cleared her throat and questioned with conviction, "Are there more spirits in the room? If there are, how many?"

As soon as the last bit of words slipped from her mouth, the planchette raced to the number five. "Holy fuck," Zayn cursed, his voice pitchy. That meant that in total there were six ghosts. How coincidental.

"Shhh," Silvanna hushed him, his eyes still widened and this time her shushing sounding more annoyed. I can't believe it. An actual ghost is talking to us. Through an Ouija Board. The dark lighting and eerie mood wasn't helping either.

"It began with me hearing noises, like I'd hear faint whispers and sometimes those whispers involved my name... and I never mentioned my name to the spirit that I contacted when I did use the Ouija board, or whatever the heck it was. You can't even call it a spirit.... Anyway, I started noticing a change in the way my house felt. I never wanted to go into my house, even during the day, because I felt like someone, or something, was watching me from behind, and following me from behind. Then, I started to physically see things, along with everything else, so it involved the whole package. One night I woke up really early in the morning and I heard banging sounds from outside of my bedroom. So I went to explore, and...and..." he started to wheeze and cough, hard.

"Are you okay!?" I cried, my eyes widening. He dropped to the floor and I instantly fell down with him to help his squirming and frantic body.

"Go," he breathed. "Go! You gotta leave!"

"No, I gotta help you!" I protested, then searched through my purse for the phone. I dialed the three digits for the police, and as I glanced to look at him, his eyes were big, and he was pointing at something behind me.

I steadily turned around, in fear that maybe there was really something behind me, something that could've caused him to suddenly start choking.

"911, What's your emergency?" the female officer's voice sounded through the phone.

By this time, my hand had already dropped the device. I couldn't believe what was standing in front of me. Reacting, I screamed in horror and hurriedly scrambled to my feet, then began to sprint as fast as I could from whatever that immensely dark, shadowy figure was.

"Are you good or bad?" Silvanna queried. Why was she so damn calm? It kind of scared the shit out of me. I looked over at Ginger and watched her facial expression. Her face was blank, but I knew she was freaking out on the inside.

The planchette darted to the letter E. Then V. We all looked at Silvanna, who was just as baffled and frightened as we were. I had a feeling that the quick movements of the planchette were freaking Zayn out more than anything else. And the fact that it was hard to keep your finger on it made it ten times worse with the knowing pressuring thought that if you let go, it could piss off the ghost.

"I asked if you were good or bad," Silvanna pointed out as if it were a matter of fact. The planchette soared to the last letter and Zayn's finger accidentally slipped off. Shit.

My heart was beating a mile a minute now. Zayn's finger slipped off right when it spelled Evil. We all looked at him in shock. He placed his finger back and remained quiet.

"Are you the ghost tormenting us?" I spoke, trying to feel a bit brave about my question. The planchette still hovered over the letter L. Silvanna brought it back to the middle and moved it around in a circle three times.

"Is your name Evette?" I asked, hesitation lying underneath my words.

"Yes," a voice whispered roughly in my ear. I screamed, jerking due to the fright the voice caused on me.

"What the hell was that?" Zayn questioned, a sense of anger laced between his voice. "Silvanna, this is enough. Stop this, now."

The planchette began to glide across the numbers on the board, sweeping in a back and forth motion. We all struggled to keep our fingers in place. "What the hell, Silvanna!" Luke yelled. "Why is it doing that!"

"It wants to leave," she squeaked. "Goodbye!" she spoke to the ghost. The piece landed on Goodbye in reply to Silvanna and we all drew our fingers back, a sigh of relief escaping from me.

"We're never doing that again," Zayn growled, staring me right in the eyeball. He stood up and left the room. We all stayed on the ground, processing everything that just happened, or at least trying to.

***

"So, do you believe in God?" Zayn asked me, determination in his words as he paced around the room.

"No," I sighed. His head jerked up and his eyes showed fury.

"You lied to me," he huffed. "You said you would! You said-"

"I did say it!" I spoke. "I thought I would, believe me. I'm not trying to get us into any trouble, I just thought-"

"No, that's exactly what you're doing!" he protested. "You think it's a joke! You don't understand how bad I want you to think differently about your religion! Goddamnit, Fawn." He shook his head vigorously.

"I can't just believe in God when I can't in the first place," I pointed out. "What if I tried forcing you into being an atheist?"

"I have a good reason," he defended. "Maybe if you had some sort of religious background, this ghost wouldn't be bothering you."

"That's false!" I claimed. "Shit started happening when I moved in with you guys!"

"Exactly," he said. "And since you're atheist you caused a spike in the ghost's interest. You're vulnerable to the ghost."

"Fuck that," I sighed in defeat. It actually made sense, though, which I loathed. I'm atheist, I moved into an apartment with a ghost in it, and now it wants to haunt me because I'm somewhat vulnerable.

"It makes sense, now, doesn't it?" he asked as if he could read my thoughts. "Maybe if we find more about the ghost we can understand why its haunting you."

"How would we do that?" I questioned, feeling uninterested because that seemed impossible. Hell, the only way we could talk to the ghost were through EVP and Ouija Board sessions.

"Well, considering the fact that the ghost is in here, maybe the older residents know what happened. Remember how I was telling you about ghosts finding the light?"

"Yeah," I nodded, a bit more intrigued now. "What about it?"

"Well, something's keeping this girl back. What if she died tragically? Maybe it's on an older newspaper article, and I know an antique shop that sells them."

"That's a great idea," I almost smiled at him.