Where.. Where am I?
I looked around and saw a bunch of people i didnt know. But they were all with a board.
Am i dead? What happened?
"Nick?" I heard.
That was Morgan, she's calling me, so i cant be dead.
"Nick??" I heard again, i ran towards the source of the voice.
I looked down and saw Morgan in a closet playing with the board.
I must be dead then.
author's note: wow celine u havent updated in like three weeks and u make a short chapter wowow u suck. (there's only four (i think) more chapters left then the story's over)
YOU ARE READING
This is not a game
FantastiqueA story where six people try to contact their dead friend using an ouija board. (yo this is the original story so please dont steal and claim as your work!!)
