Eddsworld Opposite day AU: Ouija board experience.

Ouija: Bloody Hell

3:10 am

Tord's POV:

I woke up to my pillow wet, and everything I smelled was sorta metallic, or rusty. Sorta like blood?

Oh no.

I sat up from my bed and felt my nose, it was very wet. I went to exit my room and my body was very tired, but sort of awake cause of the adrenaline.
I went out into the hallway, and the lights were off, so I was blind as a bat until I reached the bathroom. I flicked on the switch, and checked myself in the mirror. My nose, neck, and shirt were covered in blood. I quickly cleaned myself up and turned off the light before walking back to my room, where I replaced my pillow for an extra one that was laying on the side of my bed.
I layed down, and closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

8:57 am

The sun was shining through my blinds, and were hurting my eyes. I groaned and threw my sheets over my head, I was about to drift off again, when I heard Edd call out for me for breakfast.

I yawned and got up from my bed. Tired, but I still managed to brush my hair nicely.
I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, then Edd walked over to me and handed me a plate of toast, eggs, and bacon.
"So, sleep well last night?" Edd asked us, as always.
Matt shrugged in response.
"I guess." Matt said.
"I had a wonderful dream!" Tom cheerfully said, and continued eating his breakfast.
"I had a bloody nose last night." I said casually, but my friends still gave me worried looks.
"Are you okay?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, it just happened out of no where, but I handled everything okay." I said calmly.
"You know," Matt began.
"I was researching last night and found out that nose bleeds are linked to ouija boards sometimes."
my fork slipped out of my hand and onto the table.
"R-Really?" I say, picking up the fork.
Edd comes over and flicks Matt's shoulder.
"Don't scare him like that! He's already had a rough night, and yesterday wasn't better."
Edd then continues on to give Matt his breakfast. Matt picks up his fork.
"Its true though!" Matt says.

All of them then later finish breakfast and go one to do all of their own things. When I was walking out, I was suddenly grabbed.
"Ah!" I jump backward, covering my face.
"Woah there, Tord. Don't go being afraid of me." Matt says, pulling me aside.
"Sorry...you just suprised me is all." I nervously look away from Matt's face.
"You know," Matt grabs my arm.
"I wasn't wrong about earlier."
My eyes widen.
"Really?" I ask curiously, although, I was secretly hoping it to be wrong. I know it would seem unrealistic to have such a great coincidence like that, but that would mean someone's trying to hurt me.
I swallow nervously.
Matt nods his head, and walks off.
He's just trying to scare me...right..?

9:02 am

I sit on the couch nervously.
I watch the tv, worried about what Matt said earlier.
The tv glitches for a split second, and the lights flicker for a few times. I jump, and put my legs on the couch, my knees cover my face. When it stops, I feel a pain in my face.
"Ahhg.."
I wipe my hand across my nose, blood is now soaking my hand.
I jump off the couch and run off to the bathroom, holding my head up. I open the bathroom door and look into the mirror.
My nose is dripping blood from my face, down my neck, into my shirt.
"crap, crap, crap..!"
I soak tiny bits of water with tissue, wiping and covering my nose. Not really in the condition to fix my shirt right now, I sit down on the toilet seat, with the lid closed.

Minutes pass, and my nose seems to be not bleeding anymore. I clean up, and sit alone in my room in the middle of my bed. I don't feel safe anymore, I feel like every shadow in the room is actually an angry spirit, and just at any second it could hurt me in some way. I lift my feet off the floor, and set them onto my bed with my knees covering the lower half of my face. I hug my legs in fear, everything seemed so open to anything that could possibly kill me.
Then, I hear an aggressive rattling at my door. I jump, and press my back against the wall, shaking in fear.
The door then opens a crack, and slowly opens all the way. I see a figure at the door, my vision goes blurry as I feel like I'm going to faint. Then, I hear a familiar voice.
"Tord? Are you okay?" I hear Tom say.
Relief waves over my body, I jump off my bed, hugging Tom into a tight embrace.
"Oh Tom! You have no idea how much I'm so glad to see you!" I say cheerfully, but fear still crept into my voice.
"Tord! hvorfor er neseblodet ditt?"
I stay there speechless.
When did Tom learn to speak Norwegain?
"W-Wha?"

"I said, why is your nose bleeding?" Tom says, his voice wasn't in a low tone anymore, and he spoke normally.
I feel my nose, my fingers are painted with red, again.
I start to feel sick of this bloody nose routine. Although, this time, my nose felt worse than last time.
"Aarghh..!"
I hold my nose, it feels like its burning, and every time I breathe, I smell and taste blood.
Tom grabs my arm, and helps me to the bathroom. My eyes are watering by the pain, so I let Tom guide me. When we reached the bathroom, he handed me tissue, and we both sat down on the floor. I could barely see through my watering eyes, but I wiped my blood with the tissue and held it on my nose, tilting my head up.
"Dis is da durd dime dis dappened."
Tom looked at me confused, so I sighed and took off the tissue for a second and repeated what I said.
"This is the third time this happened."
Then I held the tissue back on my nose, tilting my head slightly up.
"Ohh.." Tom said.
He neatly folded his hands in his lap and sat up straight.
"Well, what happened the other times?"
I shrugged.
"Dout of dowhere die duess?"
(Out of nowhere I guess)

But was it really out of nowhere?
Did the ouija board had something to do with this?
I contemplated, and then decided to go and find Matt, and ask more about all this. In the meantime, this bloody nose was slightly longer than the others, so I stayed with Tom in the bathroom for a while.
When it did stop, Tom and I decided to watch a movie together on the couch. We ate popcorn, and watched a horror movie. My head rested on his shoulder, and I noticed Tom seem a bit tense.
"Are you not comfortable?" I said, referring to me resting my head on him.
Tom shook his head.
I stared at the tv screen.
"Scary movie got you spooked?"
Tom shook his head again.
His fingers clutched tightly onto the couch, he looked very uncomfortable.
Then, he shot up all of a sudden, he turned to me, his face slightly pale, and said quickly,
"I'll be right back!"
And ran off to the bathroom.

I was alone again.
Without Tom to tell me everything was going to be fine, the horrifying truth stretched out in a silhouette in the corner of the living room.
I stared at it.
I couldn't tell if it was a shadow, and wasn't really there. Or it was real, and it was staring back at me. Into my soul.
I looked away, and shivered.
I stared back at the tv.

Where the screams roared from the speakers.

I feared I was next to scream like that.