-- GIRLS NIGHT OUT -- Girls’ night out!” the text from Jess announced, and Heather replied to both of us, “I’m in – when and where?” We decided to have drinks and girl time at Heather’s house. I asked them for a ride, since my car was in the shop, so at 8 p.m. we headed over to Heather’s little place. “Okay, so…” Jess seemed a little nervous as she started her sentence, and I craned around from my post in the passenger’s seat. “Can we play Ouija board tonight?” I looked over at Heather, who was driving. She shrugged. “Sure. I’ll have to get it out of the attic.” Sweet drinks flowed freely as the night grew darker. Heather disappeared upstairs and came back down, holding the Ouija board close. As she set it down on the coffee table, a strange unease flowed over me. “M-maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I said, the words leaving me before I knew what I was saying. The others frowned at me. “What, you scared?” Jess asked. I couldn’t dispute her claim, so I shrugged. “Whatever. Let’s play.” Heather took a deep breath. “Okay. What do we ask it?” “Didn’t your place used to be an old church? Ask it about angels!” Jess said excitedly. Heather shrugged and addressed the board. “Is anyone with us?” The board quietly spun to the number 9. “…Are there nine ghosts with us?” Heather asked. This time, her voice quavered a little. The board spelled out “yes.” We all exchanged a look. “Are you evil?” Heather asked softly. No answer. “Are you good?” Still no answer. We started as the sound of a small girl crying broke the following silence. There was no sign of anyone in the room with us, but I could feel a chill settling over everything, like an invisible fog. Heather tapped me on the elbow and when I turned, she had her camera in my face. It was a picture of Jess, looking pale and scared, taken only seconds ago. Surrounding her was a fine white mist. “Ghost sometimes disguise themselves as children. To make us more likely to talk to them,” Heather said breathlessly. She raised her voice and spoke to the board. “Are you a child?” The board spelled out, “Yes.” “Is anyone holding you back?” The little girl’s cry came, twice more. “Who?” Heather said. The board began to spell out a name. We peered closely, and suddenly my heart was in my throat. “Heather…” She was ahead of me, her eyes wide, her jaw clenched, her lip trembling. “That’s my husband’s name,” she said. “We’re done,” Jess said suddenly, starting to close the ceremony. Cracking noises sounded overhead, and I kept one eye on the ceiling as we closed down the game. When it was done, we sat for a long time in silence, each staring off into nothing. Heather was the first to stir........ Part 2 in 30 mints ;) Dark Lord
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 14:40:15 +0000
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