We banged on the closet door.
"MORGAN? MORGAN GET OUT." I yelled.
The door opened slowly.
Morgan crawled out of the closer clutching the board.
"Morgan..?" CJ asked.
She was lying on the ground, crying.
CJ crouched down next to her and pay her back.
"It's okay.. It's okay." CJ said.
Morgan threw the board across the room.
"I hate this game." She said.
I grabbed the board and set it down carefully on the table.
"What happened?" I asked.
Morgan shook her head.
We heard a door creaking, who was it?
We all looked at each other with worried expressions, until Morgan was dragged by her feet around the room.
YOU ARE READING
This is not a game
ParanormalA 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!!)
