I only had 2 submissions, so as I stated before, I'll post the runner-up at the end of this.
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Paul's mind was both silent and loud at the same time as he stared up at the ceiling, unable to even think about how he had gotten here.
He didn't see who was standing above him, for his vision was beyond blurry as his body twitched without his consent.
Loud voices echoed throughout his head, some chanting while others yelled out with incomprehensible demands.
"Paul!?"
"I told you that this was a bad idea John!"
"I-I'm scared!"
The three voices sounded different from the ones in Paul's head, though he could not tell where they were coming from.
His eyes darted all around the room, not being able to recognize anything.
A screech tore its way out of his throat as his mind became even more cloudy, and he faintly saw the three figures above him jump back.
What was happening?
His hands kept slamming against the carpet beneath his back, and if it weren't for the quick motions he saw out of the corners of his eyes, Paul wouldn't be able to tell that it was happening at all.
He couldn't feel anything...
Another screech sounded from Paul, once again making the three figures scramble before him.
Through the voices and screaming in his head, Paul comprehended the image of one of the figures moving to somewhere else in the room quickly.
His arms began to swing up in the air, his legs kicking at the air as an intense feeling of rage stirred within him.
Before he could get up, two arms pushed against him on the floor, keeping him in place.
Paul couldn't see much of anything now, even as his once hazel eyes stared at the thing on top of him.
His arm reached up and grabbed at the thing's hair, trying to get it off of him.
The thing yelled in response, forcing his arm down with much effort, even as a few strands of hair...
Hair?
In an instant, everything in Paul's mind ceased, his body going limp as his eyes closed.
"Paul?"
Paul squinted, recognizing the voice.
He opened his eyes a little, only to immediately shut them again.
The bright light coming from the hotel room's ceiling was blinding, and Paul groaned as he forced his eyes open again, shielding them with his hand.
John, slowly getting off of him, stood up, staring wide-eyed at the bassist.
"W-wh..."
Paul rubbed his head and sat up.
"What happened?"
Ringo, who was backed up against the far wall behind John, gulped as he stepped forward.
"Y-you don't remember?"
Paul blinked.
"N... No?"
George walked up beside him, holding two pieces of a wooden board in his hands.
"I've heard of the stories surrounding these things..." George stated as he looked at the broken halves of the ouija board.
"But... I never thought that they were true..."
Paul slowly stood up, staring at them as he thought back.
"Last thing I know... we were just using this..."
John bit his lip, walking to George and taking the halves from him.
"And we're never using it again," he stated.
"Though, something tells me that breaking this in half won't be enough..."
Ringo joined the group, still shaking a little.
"Just take it outside and throw it somewhere. Besides, I'm pretty sure that everyone else could hear us. It's only a matter of time before someone barges in."
George sighed, walking to one of the beds and sitting down.
"Yeah, and what are we supposed to say? That it wasn't us? I'm sure that they could tell that it was coming from our room."
The four looked at each other for a moment.
No one knew how to respond.
John shook his head and walked towards the door, grabbing the planchette in the process.
"Just don't think about it. I'm going to find a can or something to throw this in so that we never have to see it again."
Paul watched as he walked out of the room, still a little confused.
Ringo said nothing as he walked past him to join George on the same bed, facing away from the bassist as he laid down.
Paul sat down on the edge of the bed that the pair hadn't taken, looking down at the carpet as he rubbed the side of his head.
He blinked.
A faint voice, acting as if it was sensing the ouija board's movement, called out in his head.
"GET IT BACK!"
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Now for the runner up.
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