ouija

prologue

prologue

        "Is there anyone here with us?" Charlie asked, looking around at the others in the room.

        They all had two fingers on the planchette, waiting for the piece to move. They all felt their heartbeats accelerating as they waited. They were nervous, but excited. The rumor was that the house they lived in was the "murder house." People had died in the house many, many times either from sickness, murder, or other unknown causes. It was almost as if everyone who lived in the house, never came out alive.

        "I told you it wouldn't work," Michael muttered and just as he said that, the planchette started to move. They all felt their hearts drop as it moved to the word yes, on the board. They all looked at each other with a scared expression, trying to figure out who moved the piece, but no one confessed, no one had moved it.

        "Who the hell moved it?" Michael said, getting frustrated. He had never believed the rumors about the house simply because he didn't want to. And he certainly didn't think it was funny if someone was moving the piece on purpose.

        "Michael, none of us moved it," Jordyn breathed, feeling as if her heart were about to burst out of her chest.

        The piece started to move again going from letter to letter, and spelled out something, something that frightened everyone, something that made them sure; that the rumors about the house weren't fake. That all the people who had died in the house; had not yet passed over. They opened up the dimension to the spirit world, and they knew that after what the planchette had spelled out.

        Do you believe now?

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okay yes i am re-writing this because there were lots of missing gaps and it was poorly written and this version will have a lot of more suprises and will be changed up so ya