Ouija

CHAPTER 1 The Mistaken Class

One day, a class full of students sat in a classroom on Halloween. The teacher repetitively asked her students to quiet down, which was the normal routine, given that it was right after lunch. There was a nice cool autumn breeze outside, just enough to tousle hair ever so slightly. Then, it was time for a story to be told. Little did the class know that not only would there be a story told, but a story written too. The teacher began reading the story and the class worked its way to silence. However, one group of students had other plans. One kid pulled out a pocket ouija board. Several other students joined in on the board secretively. Right after one student asked a question to the ouija board, the lights went out.

The wind picked up outside, pushing ominous gray clouds over the sun like a fluffy pillow of darkness. The wind opened the door, and the breeze swept through the classroom like a stampeding herd of horses with daggers lashed to their manes. It rushed to the ouija kids, and engulfed them into a creepy bitter embrace. Then, the ouija board piece moved.

It read, INCOMING.

If the students thought the wind was creepy enough, they were sadly mistaken. More wind came gushing in, with the scent of fire on its sharp tips. There were screams and cackles that rode on the wind; the kind that just the sound would send shivers down an unexpecting spine. Shadows dashed in, so fast they looked like simple blurs of darkness. They had forms though. They were shaped as almost human beings, but deformed bodies. They had no legs, and had tall and wiry frames. They floated around the class in a circle, each shadow resembling a pillar of stonehenge. One was taller than the others though. This was the leader of the demons summoned by the ouija board.

He looked around the room, hunting. He then saw the board and its participants. He spoke in a gravelly, round, deep voice. He said, "Thou art unlucky. Thou hast summoned us from yonder cursèd board. NOW YE SHALL PAY." Every student was frozen solid by terror. All except one - a class clown. He snickered and asked the demons, "Whatchu gon' do, huh?" Then, they pounced.

The demons summoned their inner cat and jumped onto the class clown, swarming like an angry beehive of darkness. When the bundle dissipated, there was no life to be found where it could only seconds before. The class clown had vanished, leaving not a trace to where he had gone, except for slight lines on the floor from where his soul's fingernails tried to escape from the demons' grasps as it was dragged away. The leader looked towards the demon on his right and nodded. The demon began to crack what would be his fingers. Every crack of a shadow demon's fingers led to the snap of a student's vulnerable neck.

Soon, almost every student's neck was broken. The survivors knew they had to do something about the cursed ouija board. One girl grabbed the ouija board, and sprinted for the door. She did not make it and she too became engulfed by darkness until no life was left. Darkness had almost consumed the whole room now. One final surviving student snuck over to the board, and tried to grab it. He ran towards the door, opened it, and threw it outside, just as the darkness seeped in like ink on a shirt, never to seep out again. Custodians came in after school to clean the room like always. Try as they may, but the crimson stains resembling morphed shadows would never be removed from the ancient blue carpet.
As the defeated custodians left the class, one of them saw the ouija board. he decided to keep such an intriguing item, his first mistake.