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The Devil and I // Jimin

"Is this such a good idea?" your friend protested, her face pale and expression terrified.

"It's just a game, Julieta," you roll your eyes, placing the ouija board on the floor of your bedroom and sitting down in front of it, positioning the planchette in the centre of the board. Your friend sat down with you, desperately wanting nothing to do with this. But she couldn't leave you to do this alone. "What's the worst that can happen?" you tease.

"My abuela warned me about these though, Y/N. She said you can let in all kind of bad stuff..."

You rolled your eyes again.

"Just put your hands on the planchette," you instructed as you placed your fingertips just barely on the edge. She mirrored you from the other side of the board, her fingertips shaking slightly. You took a deep breath, and spoke to the spirits...

"Hello. We'd like to contact you. Talk to us, are you here?" You call out. Nothing. No movement. You sigh. "We mean you no harm." Nothing again. "Is there anyone here?"

You start to feel a vibration on the planchette, but you put it down to Julieta's shaking hands. She was staring wide eyed at the board, too scared to even blink.

"If there is a spirit here, move the planchette. Use our energy, or whatever. Are you here?" you call out once again. The vibrations get more vigorous, and the planchette starts to move towards the 'yes' answer on the board. Julieta's eyes widened and she started to freak out. She couldn't breathe properly, a panic attack taking over.

"Are you doing that?" she asked, frantically.

"No! Are you?" you matched her tone, surprised at the sudden movement.

"Of course not!" she shouted.

"You must be!" you yelled back, angry that she was pranking you this way and lying about it. You knew this shit was fake. You knew it would never work. She was just trying to scare you. "Fine, if it's not you, who is it?"

The planchette started to move again under your fingertips, spelling a word. Slowly but surely, it became obvious...

E-L-D-I-A-B-L-O

Julieta flinched back from the planchette with a shriek, tears starting to build in her eyes.

"No... no, no, no... no me gusta esto," her fear was evident on her face, and she couldn't help but let her religion and her heritage take over... "Padre nuestro,

que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino..." she began reciting the lord's prayer in Spanish, trying to protect herself.

"This is ridiculous," you muttered to yourself, not buying her theatrics.

"No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal. Amén." The second she finished her prayer, the planchette shot across the room, hitting the far wall with a loud smack and leaving a small groove in the plaster.

The two of you screamed, and Julieta bolted out of your room as quickly as she good, running down your stairs and our you front door with you hot on her tail, trying to stop her to calm her down.

"Wait, Julieta! Come back!" you yell from your porch, but she doesn't stop. She keeps running away, down your road and around the block. There's nothing you can do; she was too shaken up.

You sighed and shut your front door, making your way back up to your bedroom to put the board away. You were still shaken, but you didn't believe in this stuff. There must be an explanation? Maybe Julieta was just trying to mess with you. Maybe there was a spirit, but there was no way you were going to believe the 'spirit' was who it said it was. There was no such thing.

The room was freezing cold when you walked back in, almost enough to see your breath. The board lay on your floor, the planchette upside down on the other end of the room. You sighed, and started to pack the board and planchette away in the box they came in.