the oppression ✞ n.s au [on hold]

quattuor

[unedited]

"Ok I'm going to set up some cameras in parts of the house so we can monitor what's happening if we're not in the room. I have one in Harry's room, the kitchen and shooting down the hall. Primarily we'll stay in here." Zayn said setting up monitors and other things to watch the house. "Louis hand me that rubber band I need to put my hair up."

"Here. Love the new do by the way bro." Louis smiled.

"Thanks bro." Zayn smiled back.

"Could you stop with the bromance and get on with this." Harry sighed, his life was like on the line here.

"Bro." Louis said sadly and quietly. Zayn laughed and nodded, he pulled out the Ouija board and set it one the floor. He turned on his digital recorder and set it on the board then sat down. The other two followed him and they all place two fingers on the planchette. Zayn sighed and shook his head.

"I have to say this guys so bear with me. Rules of the Ouija board. Never use the board in your home. This is where you're at rest, where you sleep, when you're most vulnerable to negative energies that might be invited during the session. Be serious and never treat it like a game. Because this is not a game, it's a serious tool that manipulates the natural energies of people and the world around us. Always say goodbye. There is a beginning to the session therefore there must be an end for balance. It could be that our natural energies affect the results of the session, including fighting off negative forces invited in." Zayn finished the rules then bowed his head and closed his eyes.

"Spiritus est fundamentum . Tantum volunt vos et discite a te interroget te. Per nos paulisper ut loquar veni. " Then he opened his eyes again. "Let it begin."

✞

It started with small noises, things the boys could dismiss as the house settling. Then it was louder, more deliberate. There was the sound of pots moving in the kitchen although nothing was caught on camera. Then the footsteps from above in Harry's room, again there was nothing to show. The three knocks, a demonic sign mocking the holy trinity, according to Zayn.

Then it happened. Everything happened at once and Harry knew this was real. This was all real and holy shit there was a demon, a direct line to the devil himself. This wasn't the little pudgy red things with horns and tail as depicted in a child's cartoon, no. This was real. This was hell. And it's trying to kill them.

The board had done nothing but it was clear they had opened a portal of some sort, the energy in the house was almost unbearable. Louis suggested they stop the session and split up to investigate. Zayn told him if they were to do that all the activity would stop and they weren't about to leave the board, session still active, alone. So Louis volunteered his soul to the devil to go by himself. They tried to stop him, they really did but he was gone and no one could help him now.

"Be careful." Zayn warned.

"I'll be fine." Louis smiled to reassure him. Louis was wrong. Oh so very wrong.

As soon as he left the circle he was gone, Louis was not there anymore, his zombie like figure left the room humming a low sadistic song. Zayn's breath hitched and he looked like he were about to burst into tears at any moment. He looked at Harry with wide eyes.

"Don't listen to him, no matter what he says. He's not our Louis anymore." Zyan said quietly, hushed. After a while Louis re-entered the room and awful smile on his face. His eyes were blank and clouded over. He walked straight past Harry and Zayn as he stared into a mirror. He glared and stared at his reflection, then smiled another wicked smile. He then looked at the boys in the mirror.

"They down like you being here." He said lowly. Not Louis, no Louis at all. Not the same tome or pitch, heck not even the same accent. It was something mixed between Northern American and British. A lot more threatening than they thought it would be. Zayn, bless his brave soul, spoke.