Only If you swear...

Chapter One

My name is Laura Lunbele. I love the paranormal. In fact, I and my friends are going to be visiting the old, abandoned house tonight. It's meant to be the most haunted night of the year, Halloween. I've been looking forward to it for a while. We are going to look for spirits, ghosts and demons. My mate, Becca, has bought an ouija board, we're gonna take it the cemetery's back house. This will work. I may only be 15, but I have got a lot of confidence in this subject. And I mean a lot. We were going out at eleven. My mother knew nothing of it, and I'm not going to tell her anything. She hates anything with demons or ghosts, she is strictly Christian. According to herself. However, all we want to do is to play around with the board. I've been told by the older teenagers at my high school about the grisly murders that took place there. Naturally, I was curious and so I looked into them heavily, I found that a young boy and his father were killed there for a ritual in dark magic or something to do with Satan. Despite being interested in Satan, and God, I'm indecisive, about religion. I believe that would make me an agnostic, or something like that? Meaning, I don't believe there is a way to tell if there is or is not a God.  My thoughts were intruded by my mother calling me to brush my teeth. Yelling down the stairs, I said "Yes! I know, mom! I've already done it! I'm going to go to sleep now!" I heard my mother speak up once again "Okay, goodnight Laura!" I imagined the hopeful glimmer of a smile painted in my mother's eyes. I sighed and developed a new found interest in my shoes. A few of the students at my school had gone missing recently. Becca had hated talking about it. Maybe she knew some of them, It was sad but I was determined to find out what happened to them. Even Becca agreed that it was DEFINITELY something paranormal. Ergo, we are going to look for clues from her new Ouija Board. It's really cool! I suddenly became aware of my surroundings once again as I glanced down at my wrist, my watch read '10:47' Damn it, almost late. I had promised I'd be there for Quatre to, damn. Sighing deeply, I walked over to my window and slid out of it.

Running along the lamp-lit street, I see my mate Becca Romano lent against the wall. "Hey Becks," I say, using the classical nickname I had used for years. "Hurry up, gurl! We gonna be late!" Becca rolled her eyes, sighed heavily and grabbed my arm, pulling me through a cemetery. I smiled warmly "Promise you haven't already played without me?" Becca laughed "I promise," After nearly knocking over three gravestones, we finally reached the cemetery's old shed. Already it was strange. The ground was cold, wet and yet untouched by rain. The trees whistled in the wind, our footsteps echoed along the walls of the graveyard. Maybe this was a bad idea? Becca didn't seem scared, and I did not want to look like a coward, hence why I continued on anyway. I glanced around jumping at every statue I saw. Why do people pay for praying angels over graves? I'd swear they look like people in the dark. It makes no sense. Becca gripped onto my arm all of a sudden. I squealed as she shot me a glare. A glare I took to mean 'Shut it! I heard something' I gazed around the place, trying to find what she had seen but as I turned around  I was met with an unpleasant surprise. That's when I saw her. Becca. Lying. On. The. Floor. Covered in blood.