It was a cool crisp Friday night in a small mountain town called South Park and four boys were sitting around on the floor and looking at a board game.
"Dude, this is seriously weak, no cable….weak." One of the boys, a fat one in a red shirt called Cartman complained.
"Well, we couldn't have went to my house, my dad is being all stupid again," Another little boy in a blue had called Stan said.
"Yeah, and my mom would make us go to bed before eight o clock," A kid in a green hat called Kyle said.
"Yeah dude your mom is such a bitch," Cartman said. Kyle just gave him a dirty look, he didn't feel like arguing tonight.
"So are we going to do it or not," A boy in an orange parka thingy majig called Kenny said holding up the board game. The rest of the boys gazed at it, in big green letters it said "Qui-ja board, play at your own risk.
"Hey, I've seen something about this before," Cartman said.
"No duh fat ass, it's everywhere," Kyle said.
"I don't know, what if something bad happens and something tries to kill us or something," Stan said with uncertainty in his voice.
"That only happens to British people you know like in that movie "Night of the Hells Hamsters," Cartman said sure of himself.
"Well…..okay," Stan said reluctantly, he still wasn't sure if he wanted to do this or not.
"Well, let's get to it already!" Kenny said slamming the board down on the floor.
"First we need a drop of virgin blood and we all know that the only virgin here is…Kyle," Cartman said pointing at Kyle, a look of disgust crossed his face.
"Why the hell do we need a drop of virgin blood?" He demanded.
"That's the way they did it in Night of the Hells Hamsters," Cartman said shrugging his meaty shoulders.
"Dude! don't do it off of that show, then something might try to kill us," Stan cried out with his eyes wide open in fear.
"Oh I guess if you guys don't want to participate then we can just sit here and talk about my next plan to exterminate the Jews," Cartman said rubbing his hands together.
"Okay fine whatever give me something to prick my finger with," Kyle grumbled.
"Guys. If we don't play this in the next five minutes I am seriously going to be fuckin pissed off," Kenny said slamming his fist down on the floor.
"Dude, I am so scared right now I-I need some light on here!" Stan said shrieking and flipping on the light switch.
"We haven't even started yet, plus we have to do this by candle light don't you guys know anything?" Cartman asked.
"Fine," Stan said sitting back down. Kenny clapped and the lights went back out. After a few more minutes of hustling and bustling the four boys were finally ready to start.
"It's about time," Kenny muttered as they all placed on of their fingers on the oracle.
"So we just wait for it to move?" Kyle asked.
"No you have to call on to the spirits of the underworld," Cartman said.
"All hail thee sportz garr," Cartman said in a worshiping voice with his head thrown back.
"Who is sportz garr," Kyle asked.
"I saw it on Night of the Hells Hamsters," Cartman said smugly.
"Dude you did not just do that gah I don't want any evil hamsters coming after me!" Stan shrieked.
"Don't…..move," Kenny warned as Stan was fixing to take his finger off the oracle.
"Oh my gosh! The oracle is moving!" Stan cried out.
"Fat ass stop moving the oracle," Kyle said angrily.
"It's not me you buttfuckin Jew," Cartman said just as angry.
"Everyone take your hands off the oracle," Kenny demanded. The other three boys did as they were told and to their utter shock the oracle was still moving.
"Told you it wasn't me," Cartman muttered.
"Dude what the hell, I'm outta here," Stan said. Before he could reach the door though, it slammed shut.
"What the hell," He said pulling on the door knob, it wouldn't budge.
"What the hell," He repeated kicking the door. He soon realised that there was no way out. Just as he was about to sit back down, the candles flickered out leaving them in total darkness.