The Terrible Night With My Friends

Chapter 3

6:37 pm
  "Did Harper own any.. like vases that are white and pink?" Claire asks, still staring directly at the blood soaked glass, her eyes as wide as saucers.
   "Nope!" Paisley says as she gets on her hands and knees and starts picking up the glass, her white pajamas already soaked in the mysterious blood.
   "Be careful!" Claire yells at her still standing in the kitchen doorway, afraid to be in the same room as the mystery blood.
   "It's fine" Says Paisley, focused on not cutting herself as she picks up the sharp shards of white and pastel pink glass, her straight light brown hair, soaked in blood at the tips.
   "Are you gonna help?" Paisley says, a tad annoyed by Claire's (what she thinks is laziness), on her hands and knees picking up the blood soaked white and pastel shards of glass.
    Claire stays silent, her hands by her side, her neck and arms still covered in goosebumps. She stares at what seems to be a figure, standing over blood soaked Paisley.
    "Paisley" She says, voice shaking "there's someone behind you".
     Behind working and blood soaked Paisley is a silhouette.
     The silhouette of someone big. Long arms. Long legs. Tall. At least 7 feet.
   "What?" Paisley says, in disbelief and shock. "That's not possible"
   "It obviously is" Says Claire, voice still shaking.
   Paisley turns around slowly. She smiles at the silhouette. She turns back to Claire.
   "I don't see anything" she says, and keeps picking up the glass and putting it in the trash.
   Claire slowly makes her way to the couch, in fear of even walking into the kitchen.
She takes a deep breath as she's moved Harpers feet of the end of the couch, making room for her to sit.
"I'm okay" she whispers to herself while closing her eyes.
She looks over to see Harper with her eyes open, like
Her mouth is wide open too, and small voice creaks and chocking noises are escaping her throat.
Claire stares at her in shock, I. What the world feels like, closing around her.
And she just stares, for what feels like ages.
She closes her eyes in an effort to remain calm. She feels she needs to remain calm. Because she knows, whatever is here with her, it will feed off her fear.
She opens her eyes softly to see a dead women's face in front of her. Her eyes are sunken in and her skin is pale white. The women opens her mouth and bugs come out.
The bugs fly everywhere around Claire face, and she can feel their tiny legs tickle her cheeks and nose.
Claire screams and closes her eyes while swatting the bugs maniacally with her hands. Claire let's her vocal chords rip. She hopes and prays the neighbors will hear her screams and call someone for help.
Then
Then the bugs are gone.
The tickles and the buzzing. It's gone.
Claire stops swatting, and slowly opens her eyes.
Nothing. It's safe. No women. Harper is fine.
But the ouija is gone.
"Paisley!" Claire yells concerned, at the top of her seat.
"What now Claire?!" Paisley yells back from the kitchen.
Claire quickly gets up from the end of the couch and races to the kitchen.
She sees Paisley with a shard of glass in her hand, standing up, facing the silhouette. Shes wearing a white satin slip dress and her hair is tied up in a bun.
She sees Paisley push a deep cut out of her hand.
Blood drips on the patterned clean kitchen floor
Claire is breathing heavy, and the goosebumps appear on her neck again.
She runs, her black docker boots clanking on the dark oak wooden planks.
She grabs Harper and slings Harpers white noodle arm over her shoulder.
"We gotta go Harper" she whispers to her as she takes herself and Harper upstairs and into Harpers little sisters closet.
She and Harper are alone in the clothes filled closet. Her breaths are heavy and she can feel the goosebumps rising on her neck and arms again.
"Oh no! Why did you hide?" Asks Paisley with a pouty tone from down the hall. "The fun was just starting!"
"Whatever happened to nail painting?!? Face masks? Come on! I'm not gonna hurt you! Why did you run!?!"
Claire clamps her hand over her mouth, trying to avoid even making the slightest noise.
Paisley enters the room
"Well I checked every other room?" Paisley says teasingly"I wonder where y'all are?!?"
Claire feels a tear run down her cheek.
Harper starts to slowly wake up. Claire uses her other hand and clamps it around Harpers mouth.
Harper screams throw Claire's hand and Claire feels her stomach drop.
"I found y'all!!!" Paisley says in excitement.
She opens the closet door. She can see too girls shaking, tears covering their face.
Claire screams aloud "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!"
Paisley replies with "Why are y'all hiding?"
Claire looks at her in disbelief and then looks at her hand.
There is no cut, and her hair is still soaked in blood, her pajamas too.
Claire stares at her in disbelief.
"Come on! Let's go watch a movie!" Paisley says, gesturing to the living room.
Claire gets up slowly and helps Harper up slowly. Once they are both up Claire wipes the tears off her face.
Paisley offers her hand. Claire takes it to help her get out of the closet mess.
Still in shock, they both help Harper out of the closet.
And the girls all make their way to the living room. They watch stranger things together, as the sun goes down, ignoring the missing ouija board.

7:00 pm