I Love You //Colby Brock// ✔

0.9 //Look At Me Now//

Written: August 6th, 2018

*'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away*

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I asked my fans to choose the next video that I would do, so now here I am playing the Ouija board with Sam at 3am. The devil's hour, playing the devil's board. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was shaking to the point you could see it clearly on camera.

I looked up at Sam, making eye contact with him before nodding. We place two fingers on each hand on the planchette before going around in three circles.

"Is there any spirits here that would like to talk to us?" I ask with a shaky breath. Nothing happens. So, Sam tries it himself.

"Is there anyone here we can talk to?" Nothing.

I pull my hands away, my mood deflating in relief and sadness.

"Why isn't this working? I mean, we did it right, right?" I ask, watching as Sam grabs the board to read the instructions. I stare at the board, trying to find the answer to my question, when suddenly, the planchette slowly starts moving. "S-Sam, are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" He says before looking at the board. The planchette stops on 'YES' and I stare up at Sam before placing my fingers back on the planchette.

"Can you tell me your name?" I politely ask. Sam goes to place his fingers on the planchette but it move out from under my fingers quickly, moving towards me. "Are you pranking me, Sam? This is not funny!" I panic, moving the planchette back to the middle.

"No, I swear this is not me. It can't be anybody else either since everyone else left." Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

I take a deep breath and shake my head, "Whatever, I play your game, Samuel." I seeth before placing my fingers back on the piece. "Sorry, but what is your name, spirit?"

It slowly moves, letter to letter, L-U-C-A-S.

"Lucas?" I ask loudly, trying to make sure I got it right. It moves quickly to 'YES.' I nod to myself, looking up at Sam who watching intently.

"How old are you, Lucas?" I shrug. The planchette moves slowly to the number 1 before moving quickly to 9. "19?"

"Can you show us a different sign that you're here?" I ask with anticipation. Suddenly the lights shut off before turning back on, causing a chill to run up my spine. "Nice." I laugh.

"Ask him if he knows your name." Sam whispers.

"Lucas, do you know who I am?" I ask, nothing happens so I repeat my question. It moves to 'YES' so I ask him to spell out my name.

'E-V-E-L-Y-N.' A gasp leaves my throat at the fact that a spirit knows my name and how to spell it. "Do you know how old I am?" I almost, almost, scream when he goes to the two, twice.

"Wow." I breathe, tears in my eyes from how real this is. Sam was quiet, watching with short breaths. "Um, what year did you pass?" I hesitantly ask.

"2015? Oh my, you would be one year younger than us then. Um, if you don't mind me asking, but how did you die?" I whisper, taking a deep breath as it moves to the s before spelling out 'suicide.'

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you, but I'm sure you were a nice guy." I frown. "I hope you are happier where you are. Obviously, you didn't like it here in your other life." I comment, knowing how he feels. Sometimes I feel that was, but I would never turn to suicide because I know it would kill Colby or my family and friends.