The Terrible Night With My Friends

Chapter 2

  6:35 pm
   The girls all sit on the blue carpet of Harpers living rooms, surrounded by candles, with the ouija board in the middle of them.
   "I'm lowkey scared" Says Claire. She and Paisley giggle.
She wasn't lying.
   "Wanna start you guys?" She says, gesturing her hands towards the planchette.
   "Okay!" Says Paisley.
   "Mmm ok..." Says Claire
   "Let's do this" Says Harper.
   The girls all place their hands on the planchette, their colored nails stealing the attention from the light wooden planchette.
   "Are there any sprites in this house?" Harper asks. Paisley and Harper start to laugh and they roll on their stomachs, taking their hands off the planchette.
   After a second of rolling laughter, Claire says something. "Guys! GUYS!". Paisley and Harper turn to Claire and see the planchette moving. It's slowly and shakily moving towards the "yes"
   It lands on the "yes"
   Paisley and Harper stop laughing and place their pointer and middle fingers back on the planchette.
   "Are you my dad" Paisley asks softly, her voice shaking.
    The ouija board planchette moves and this this it spells out "yes"
   "Y" Says Harper
   "E" Says Paisley
   "S" Says Claire
   "Oh! Dad! I'm so so so sorry!!! Please forgive me! It was a accident! I love you!" Says Paisley as a tear rolls down her eye.
   "No" replies the planchette
   As soon as the planchette hits "no", Harper screams a painful scream. "Ow! Ow! Ow!! My back!" She says with her left hand soaked in blood, on her back.
   Paisley gets up, her hands leaving the planchette and looks at Harpers back.
   "Her T-Shirt, it's soaked in blood!" Says Paisley. She lifts up Harpers shirt to see 3 scratches soaked and covered in blood.
   "It's a scratch." Says Paisley with worry in her voice "Three to be exact!"
"That can't be good" Says Claire, pointed and middle fingers still on the planchette.
"Lemme get some medical supplies!" Says Paisley frantically as she runs to Harpers bathroom.
Claire sits on the rug, alone with passed out Harper, her fingers still on the planchette.
Her hands are shaking, and she has goosebumps on her arms and neck.
"Are you really Paisleys father?" She says, voice shaking, hands trembling.
The planchette slowly guides to "no" and Claire can't really breathe anymore
She knows that she's not alone.
"I got some stuff!!" Says Paisley as she barges in.
Paisley dumps out a bucket of medical supplies next the Harper. She flips Harper around and begins to work. First she uses a alcohol wipe to clean, then she uses bandages to bandage it up.
Paisley lifts Harper up and places her on a couch nearby.
Claire still has her fingers on the planchette
"Let's resume" says Paisley with a maniacal grin.
"What? No. I figured we could say goodbye?" Says Claire, worry and concern lingering in her voice.
"What! Aw no but the fun just started" Says Paisley with a pouty face. "This is dangerous" Claire says to her.
Paisley ignores Claire's discomfort and continues. She places her fingers softly on the planchette.
"Daddy.. I'm sorry." She says softly, her voice full of hurt "please forgive me?"
The planchette moves to "No" quickly and aggressively this time.
Claire is in shock
Her heart beating
Her hands shaking
Her bead of sweat on her forehead
But Paisley continues.
"Daddy?" She asks again "Please forgi-" Claire interrupts her.
"No Paisley!" She says worry and sternness making a fine mix in her voice "You can't be doing this! That isn't even your dad!"
"How do you know!" She yells back
"Look" Claire says calmly "You can't be putting us in danger for yourself, it's dangerous."
Paisley stays quiet, eyes focused on the planchette.
"Let's end this" Claire says as she motions to the goodbye.
"No" Paisley says softly, looking at the planchette still.
"Excuse me?" Claire says, in awe of Paisleys unexpected reply.
"I want to talk to my dad" She says, hand on the planchette, she moves it back to the middle, quickly and aggressively."
"I'm gonna go then" Claire says as she takes her fingers off the ouija board. "Go ahead" Paisley says with a grin.
Claire walks over to Harper and shakes her softly, to the point where she is half asleep.
"I'm gonna go home, Okay?" She whispers "It's getting dangerous".
Harper groans, her messy blonde hair eating the dark black couch.
Claire grabs her bag of stuff by the front door and pulls at the nob.
"It's locked" she yells to Paisley in the other room.
"Get the key!" She yells back, "Harper keeps them in the farthest drawer to the right. Living room drawers"
Claire whispers to herself "don't freak out, don't freak out" until she realizes that it's making it worse.
She grabs the key that says "front door key just in case lock doesn't work" with a sticky note wrapped around it.
She walks back to the front door, her boots clacking on the wooden planks.
"The key doesn't work!" She yells back to Paisley.
"They might of mixed up the keys!" Paisley yells, a bit irritated "Try every key I guess".
Claire sighs and sits on the end of the couch, by Harpers feet.
"I guess I'll stay. I'm too tired to deal with that" she says, worry still lingering in the back of her vocal cords "but I'm not doing any of that Ouija shit".
"Ok" Paisley says and smiles at her.
Just when everything started to feel content and ok for the girls, they hear a loud crash in the kitchen.
Claire and Paisley immediately make eye contact.
Harper snores a tiny snort
"You enter first" Says Claire, concerned.
"Okay" replies Paisley with a shrug, not minding the situation.
Paisley enters the kitchen first. She is shaking and looks to be quite nervous.
Claire second. She is shocked by what is in front of her.
"How?" Claire manages to push out of her mouth.
"I don't know.." Paisley replies back.
On the kitchen floor is glass. Glass everywhere. White and pastel pink stained glass.
But here's is the catch.
The glass is covered, soaked, and drenched, in blood.

6:36 pm