*Hey there! This is my new fic. It's gonna be creepy. I have always wanted to do a creepy one, but I am afraid if I don't get re-views it won't be carried on. So re-view and tell me what you think!
You sure you will be okay?" My wife Monica asked. I nodded. "Even with the dog?" I nodded again.
"Monica, relax. Your only away for the weekend." I reassured her.
Monica cleared her throat. "I know. It's just... I guess I'm worried, Chandler. I have never left you."
I nodded. "I know. Look, your cab is here. You need to go." Monica nodded. I took her hands in mine and then kissed her softly on the lips. "I've got Joey. I'll be fine." Monica nodded again and then made her way to the car. I blew her a kiss and then went in to the empty house. It was not our house. It was one of my mothers. She often let me stay here when I was a teen if her or my father had a man over. (You read right) I walked back into the house. I feed Lola, our friends dog we were babysitting. I walked back in to the livingroom and turned on the tv. I checked the time. About an hour until Joey would be here. I sat and watched the tv for a while. I heard a noise come from up-stairs. I paused the tv, the silence in the house deathly. I swallowed and slowly went up the stairs. I opened the door as slowly as possible... nothing there. I walked inside and saw a wide box on the floor. I picked it up and opened the lid. It was a Ouija Board. I let my fingers trace the letters on the board. As I did, flashbacks started.
"Come on Chandler. My grandfather left me this. It's Halloween, it's the perfect time to use it!" My friend Scotty said. My other friend Dean agreed.
"Yeah, don't be such a spoil sport dude. Are you chicken?" My friends started making chicken noises.
"Fine!" I yelled. I grabbed the Ouija Board out of Scotty's hands, and took the glass out of Deans. I stomped up the stairs in to the spare room. Followed by Scotty and Dead, we went inside the room and shut the door, turning the lights off. I set the board up and we sat around in a circle, each having one finger on the glass. "Is anyone here?" I asked. The glass moved slightly. I looked at my friends.
"That's not funny Chan," Scotty said.
"It's not me," I said, truthfully. Scotty and I looked at Dean.
"Me neither," Dean whispered. We looked down in horror as the glass moved in figure's of eight. (*AN* With a Ouija Board, a figure of 8 means evil/devil spirit. But the boys don't know that...)
"Can you tell us your name?" I asked. The glass flew out of our hands and smashed against the wall, the board tipped upwards and off the table. Scotty and Dean jumped up, I sat, frozen.
"Chandler get out!" Dean yelled. I stayed staring at the board. Scotty jumped and put the board back in the box and Dean dragged me up and out of the room. Scotty shoved it back on to the shelf, where it has never been moved or touched.
Until this very day, when I stood holding the board in my hands, my fingers tracing the letters. I shuddered at the past memory of my 14-year-old friends and I, and quickly put the board back in its box and shoved it on the shelf. I left the room and shut the door behind me, walked downstairs and got my laptop out. I typed into Google and soon found my answers.
Ouija boards are tricky things. If you get one out and use it, you are inviting any spirits in to your home. These spirits have a 50% chance of being evil. They probably won't leave.
I shut my laptop, and pushed it back in to My bag. Then I said the first word since I had said goodbye to Monica.
"Shit."
Little did I know, this was only the beginning.