So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Twenty Three: The Reason Why My House Will Probably Be Haunted

Warning: This installment will most likely scare you.
Once I entered the basement I had a warm feeling. It was sixty degrees, which to me is very cold. I took my towel off of myself and revealed a black one piece coming through the clear door. Sergio then follows me. Joe and Ricky after him with their hands locked with each other. Sergio walks over to the stripper pole seeming excited. I rolled my eyes once everyone started to mess with the pole. "I'm going to use the bathroom." I told them and and then made my way to the bathroom down there.

     I was done fairly quickly and wiped my hands. I could hear all three of them yelling and laughing. I'm curious as to what the hell they are doing. "Boys, gone wild! Is like this!" I heard Sergio yell and then Ricky laughing. I was desperate to know what was going on. I walked over and I could not believe what I observed. Sergio had no pants on while Ricky was spinning on the pole. And finally, there was Joe in front of them filming, using my dad's video camera.

I smiled because I thought that it was the funniest shit ever. "The boys are a little bit crazy. But you know, I'm going to start managing these boys. We're gonna send this to playgirl as well." Joe went on until all three of them saw me. "What the hell!" I yelled while laughing at the same time, multitasking.

Fifteen minutes later, I rush down to the living room area wearing pajama shorts and a v neck gray shirt. I notice that all three of the boys are sitting in a circle and I join them now creating a square. "Tiff, I meant to ask you this when we were upstairs. But what's your favorite Queen song?" Sergio interviewed. I laughed because I know that everyone will be angry when I tell them. My dad certainly was, but my uncle Brian wasn't. "You're gonna be shocked, but it's not a song that my dad sings." I revealed fixing my shirt.

Ricky gasped and Joe glared at me. I was right. "It's '39. My uncle Brian sang it." I told them. "It's alright. My favorite song is My Fairy King." Sergio said. I raised an eyebrow. He is a real fan, no one knows that song. Sorry dad but its true. Joe then went into his bookbag and pulled out two concerning things. I had fear placed inside immediately and I grabbed Sergio's hand. "Ok so I brought a special game for us to play, since Tiff and I really had nothing better to do." Joe said and my eyes did not leave the board or the planchette.

The alphabet in the middle, then the numbers, and both yes and no. A Ouija board. I took a deep breath in then out. The spiritual world is something that I never want to play with. And my dad always warned me to never mess around with urban legends or anything like that. Once he even told me that there was a witch in our family who messed around with black magic in the eighteenth century and that's how he ended up being into men. Obviously, I don't believe that for a second. But that's how serious he is towards this kind of stuff. "I don't feel comfortable doing this." I stated. "I don't care you have to." Joe snapped. "Yeah and besides it will be fun." Ricky added.

I rolled my eyes and placed two fingers on the planchette with an attitude. Followed along with everybody else. "Is there anybody here?" Joe asked. The planchette moved towards the left. My first thought was that Ricky was moving it. "Ricky stop." I demanded. "I'm not doing anything Tiffany." He stated and I could tell that he was being honest. It landed on yes very aggressively. "How old are you?" Joe asked. The planchette was then towards the numbers area.

Zero. This is not a good sign at all. "Who are you?" I asked and that was a big mistake. There was no response. "If you are an evil spirit, then who do you want?" Ricky asked and I glared at him. I do not want any ghosts in my house. S-E-R-G-I-O. Chills ran up my spine as I read that. I have to be going crazy right now. But no they saw it too. The board began to move in a figure eight motion aggressively. I took my hand off of the planchette . Sergio was very blank and expressionless. There was something very eerie about his body language. All of a sudden, this will forever haunt me.