Penelope

Chapter 1

I wake up,tasting salt on my pillow. Again. I have cried myself to sleep every night so far since I got the news. That was four days ago. They still haven't found anything from the wreckage. It seems weird that even in this day of age, things like this still happen. It sucks. My parents were on that plane and they are now predicted as dead. I start crying again.

I finally stop crying. My face feels wet and sticky with tears. I dab my hot,puffy face with the bed sheet. When the smell of bacon wafts through the air, I instantly stand up and walk to the locked door. The handle is cool to the touch. I hesitate What will they say to me? Have they found the mirror I broke in the bathroom yet? It was only a small hand mirror, but my aunt is extremely superstitious.I take my hand of the handle thinking I should wait a couple more minutes,but my stomach started to growl and I went ahead and unlocked the door.

"Good morning." Aunt Florence chimes to me when I walk into the kitchen. So far,so good. They are taking me on a trial for adoption. My aunt didn't want to do anything with her sister(my mom) let alone me so I am surprised she is going with this. I have three more days till they make the decision if they want to adopt me or not.

"Smells good." I state while I look at the pan containing my cooked breakfast.Florence nods. I turn around to find Uncle Joseph feeding Ernest.Suddenly my iPod chimes with a buzz and a message from my friend pops up. I click on it and a video of her black cat plays.

"Hey aunty,watch this." I say as I show her the video. When she looks up from the food she adverts her eyes and shifts her weight uncomfortably.

"Please put that away." She says,her voice steady. I look at her confused.

"It's just a black cat." I chuckle.Then I widen my eyes. Why did I show her this?!

"Just put it away!" she screams. I drop the device in shock and I hear Ernest give a small whimper.

Florence shoves the plate of food my way. She smooths down her shirt with her hands and takes a deep breath. As she takes a bite of her plate, I reach for the salt.I tilt the jar but it slips out of my hand and lands on the bench with a loud clink. The top flips off and salt pours everywhere.

"That's it." Florence rasps as she throws her knife and fork down onto her plate and storms out of the kitchen. She goes down the hallway and instead of taking a right to her bedroom, she takes a left.

That's where the very old back room that she never let's me in is.She says it's too old and that you can fall through the floorboards.So why is she going in there?

I decide to follow her. When I round the corner to the door it is already closed, yet I can her shuffling from the inside. I peer through the key hole. In the middle of the musty room sits my aunt in the middle of a circle of lit candles. She looks worryingly down at a set of very large cards. Each one is decorated with a different symbol. She lays them face down on the floor in a row. Then she raises her hand above them with her eyes closed. She then whispers something. Then all of a sudden a card moves forward from the rest. I had to keep my self from gasping in amazement. How did she do that? She flips over the card and with one quick glance her expression changes to horrified. I can't see the symbol on the card from this angle. Then suddenly, Ernest starts crying loudly which makes me jump back from the key hole.

"Honey! Can you entertain him, I need to do some work." Joseph calls out. I hear Florence shuffle about before her footsteps come closer to the door. I run into her room before she comes out and sees me. As I watch from her room, Florence locks the door and puts the key on top of the doorframe. That's too high for me to reach. Being ten years old doesn't make you the tallest person in the world.

I wait till Florence is out of the hallway before clearing off one of the bedside tables. Then I pick it up and bring it to the front of the door. Carefully, I balance myself as I stand I top of the table. I reach for the key on tipy toes. The table beneath me begins to tilt. I hold my breath and make one final grab for the key. A smile spreads across my face as my hand closes around the cool metal. Then, quickly, I push myself back to balance out the falling table. When all four legs hit the ground I get off and put the table back into the room and put the stuff back on it.Then I swiftly walk to the door and wedge the key into the slot. I turn it clockwise and the a clicking of metal against metal sounds. I turn the ancient knob and a warm air floats through the crack to surround me invitingly. It cuddles against my bare arms as I walk in.

My feet walk into original hardwood flooring. The smell of stale incense invades my nose. My nose crinkles, unsure of the aroma. With the key in my hand I walk further into the room. Behind me I hear the soft 'click' as the door shuts. The room is dim, mostly lit by the circle of candles that my aunt left burning out of a hurry. I notice that some of the wax has dripped onto the floor.

I come across a large table, the surface completely covered by trinkets, books in a very old fashion language, tarot cards,necklaces, viles and scattered design of triangles in circles and triangles with the all seen eye on old parchment. My eye catches a rectangular box with a corner peeking out from under a mass of opened books. I reach for the burgundy coloured cardboard and carefully pull it out from under. Some of the corners are worn, showing the real colour of the cardboard through the burgundy. In the middle of the box spells the words 'Ouija Board' in black letters.

I remember hearing about them. How they can be used to contact the spirits..... maybe it can contact my parents. Would it? I guess so. It wouldn't hurt to try. After all it will be my parents.

I walk with the box into the middle of the candle circle. I slowly take out the board. It's made of wood and the symbols are scorched black into it. I place the box away from the candles and lay the board in front of me. I then put my fingers lightly on the planchette. I close my eyes and whisper the questions, kind of like what my aunt was doing with the tarot cards.

"Is there any one here?" I whisper. I wait for a few seconds till I feel the planchette glide towards to the top right corner. I open my eyes to find it over the word 'yes'. A spark of hope lights inside of me, I am closer to mom and dad; I can feel it.

"Are you my parents?" I question excitedly. I feel the planchette glide again. It feels weird,how it vibrates and also that its not me moving it. It almost feels as if a pair of strong, invisible hands rest on top of mine, even though I can't literally feel hands, and they move the planchette where they want. Like I am not in control of my own body.

When it stops, I open my eyes and see that it has landed on 'no'. My small spark of hope extinguishes. So close. I sigh and I am about to take my finger of the planchette when the curiosity gets the better of me. If it's not my parents, who could it be? I close my eyes again.

"Who are you?" I whisper as if I didn't want any one else to hear me. I wait for the soft gliding to start again. But it doesn't.

"Who are you?" I say again, this time not whispering it. About thirty seconds pass and there is no sign of the planchette moving. I sigh and lay my fingers in my lap. I look down at them and rub them,I got a cramp in my thumb from holding in the same position for to long. Suddenly, I feel a cold breeze snake around the room. I snap my head around to see if someone is opening the door. It's closed. That's weird, there is no window in here so the breeze would of had to come from an open door.

"Hi, I'm Cain." A soft,deep-ish voice says from across the Ouija Board. I turn my head and cover my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

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Hey sorry but chapter 2 won't come till awhile......homework drains wattpad out of my life sometimes. please comment and vote it would mean a lot to get a hit story. Thanks!