What the hell is that?
'Oh bollocks.' was the only thing I managed to write down as I stared blankly at whatever lurked within the dark recesses of the library, of which I was being held by my friends. We were messing around, playing with ouija boards and other ghost related shit in an old, abandoned library. They thought it was funny (haha) that I could hear and feel them, even though it was not laughable. It freaked me the hell out because I couldn't see them. That's why I referred to staring at whatever was there as 'blankly' because that was merely where I thought it was.
"Draw it!" Kyle yelled, hastily pulling out his pen and paper. However before I had the chance to close my eyes and 'picture' it, there was a sudden chill in the air. Rhys picked up his camera and the noise went off as the recording started. It echoed around the walls, and seemed to be bouncing off the masses of books that were caked in a thick layer of dust. Obviously, they had felt it too.
"It's moved." I turned my head, glancing quickly from book to book, searching for it. I stood up almost knocking over the candle that Morgan had previously lighted earlier in the evening. I picked it up, the hot wax scalding my fingers as it dripped onto my hands. I did not care; I was too scared to do anything about it. Rhys, Kyle and Morgan followed close at my heels as I held out the hand that was not holding the candle. There was another breeze, and through my eyelids I could tell that the candle had gone out. I groped around for my lighter with shaking hands, and still shaking, relit the candle.
Instantaneously, something hit me like a slap across the face, and I yelled, jumping back in alarm. Morgan tripped and fell over his own feet, and Kyle cowered behind Rhys, who was fighting to keep his own sanity and courage. He patted me on the shoulder, as I exhaled deeply. I wiped the sweat from my brow and carried on tenaciously. I helped Morgan back to his feet. He was sweating too, big surprise.
"What the bloody hell was that?" He shivered, holding onto Kyle's bag.
"I don't know..." I whispered, now scared witless. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I walked down each eerily, uncomfortably silent aisle.
"I'm getting out of here!" Kyle ran back towards the doors.
"Kyle, no!" Rhys yelled after him. Just as his hands reached out for the comfort of outside, the doors slammed shut. I glanced around the library again, every single oil lamp had gone out, leaving us in complete darkness except for the one candle that was in my hand.
We are still sat in this stupid library, only now we've uncovered a message. The underside of the table that we are sat at says: ONCE THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT, DONT TURN AROUND AND DONT PANIC. That wasn't there before.
I look at my friends who are now all staring forwards, not one of us daring to turn around. Will the morning light ever come? I sure hope so.