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Jack was arriving at Darcie's house, not to drop her off or pick her up but because she had invited him around to spend the day with her. It was not very well known but Jack was extremely sceptical of everything to do with the supernatural but Darcie and him were going to actually try and use one of those Ouija boards that everyone kept ranting and raving about. The idea had made him roll his eyes, and initially he said no to the idea.
Of course he wanted to go to Darcie's home but, he wanted it without the dose of creepiness and trickery which would make him believe.
It had been the Darcie puppy dog look every day since she had asked which made him eventually cave in and go through with it. To be honest she was easily twice as excited as he was, but, her excitement was infectious so he was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to open the door for him.
He was wearing vintage, tight fitting Levi's with a red and black checked shirt and a black tshirt underneath this. He'd even worn his best aftershave instead of just spraying on the usual Lynx spray and leaving home. It was simple to understand why he was putting so much effort in, but he didn't like the reason at all. Jack had been developing feelings for Darcie since the first week they'd known each other, especially after seeing her out of school at the mall. Yet, feelings were just going to complicate everything, and so he normally pushed them down whenever he was around her.
As the white front door opened for him, and Darcie appeared, Jack grinned softly. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed, she was positively radiating excitement.
"Come in Jack!" she grinned happily "Come in."
Darcie had been burning incense sticks in her home, her mother had normally never allowed it but seeing as she wasn't living here anymore, she didn't think she would mind. Ruffling her hair slightly she shut the door behind Jack and locked it tightly, she didn't want anyone breaking in and scaring the shit out of them in the middle of this. She would be jumpy enough as it is.
"It smells nice in here, what is it?" Jack asked as he shrugged off his grey hoodie.
"Ah it's my Demon's Lust incense sticks." Darcie laughed softly, wiggling her eyebrows in a mock sexual manner because of the name of the incense.
"Trying to attract some sexual lust demon to stalk you then Darc?" Jack teased, as he poked her in the side, making her wiggle into herself because of the strange sensation "A little kinky don't you think?"
"Oh haha Jack, haha." Darcie stuck her tongue out and flipped her hair in a huff, of course, both of them were very aware she was not in a huff at all, they were merely playing around like they normally did whenever they got together.
Darcie's house was very small, more like a flat really, but it was a nice space. It had been decorated with mostly purples and greys in the living room where he sat. Jack crossed his legs and sat down on the floor, eyes boring into the Ouija board in front of him. There was a marked difference between seeing one in real life and seeing one in films and stuff, although he was sure nothing was going to happen, it still gave him the heebies.
Doing what Jack Spicer did best, he made a fake ghostly sound at the board, before waving his hand dismissively at it – so it would know his viewpoint it was a load of shit quite strongly.
"So, Darcie. You going to ask this spirit to start scaring the crap out of Chase for us?" Jack snickered at the thought "It would be a novel experience for sure."
As she appeared around the door frame, holding two glasses and a bottle of vodka in her hands, a bottle of coke was squeezed between her arm and her hip, not having enough hands to carry everything. Jack swiftly stood, and took the coke from her, saving Darcie's aching hip from bruising. She couldn't help but blush though when she felt Jack's hand gently brushing her waist. It was hard to deny for Darcie but, she was getting more attached to Jack than she thought she should do.
She'd just settled into her new home, her new school. She had the problem with Chase, and her mother. The last thing she needed was extra complications with relationships. So for now, she was just going to wait and see what happened – despite the fact she couldn't quite hide her reaction to simple things like that.
"I don't think that they'd do that somehow, they'd probably say that they had better things to do with their afterlife than waste it on Chase." She giggled.
Both of them sat, cross legged on the floor opposite each other, Jack raised an eyebrow at the vodka, and Darcie had the decency to blush.
"Oh come on Jack, you smoke at least 15 a day, an occasional bit of spirit isn't going to hurt." She poked her tongue out "But if you want to abstain I won't hold it against you."
Darcie watched Jack as he pouted softly at her, his lip was wibbling. Then she remembered that he had to drive home and that was probably the reason that he wasn't having any alcohol. She wanted to slap herself upside the head for forgetting something like this but, hopefully she could fix the situation.
"You could always stay over, if you wanted. There's a spare bedroom." She smiled softly "Besides I'm going to have the creeps, it might be good if you could stay over and watch a few Disney films with me afterwards."
"I do not watch Disney films." Jack protested, a little too swiftly.
"Ah I think the lady doth protest too much." Darcie teased.
"Fine! Fine! Pour me some, I'll stay over to watch your sorry ass." Jack fumed, throwing his hands up in the air. Staying over was not going to be helpful to his situation but, he couldn't refuse that offer. It wasn't like they were sleeping in the same room or anything, it would be fine.
After both had their drinks poured, Darcie took a sip and bit her lip nervously, looking at the Ouija board. She had always wanted to do one, having been interested in this immensely since she was a child but her mother had always said no to her having one even in the house! Now though, was a metaphorical middle finger to her mother. Ouija boards, incense and alcohol.
"Are you ready?" she asked Jack, her eyes were wide with excitement and nervousness, as were his.
"Yeah. Let's get ready to speak to nothing for half an hour." Jack mocked, snorting a little bit as he set the drink down on the table beside the board.
Darcie stood up, and turned down the lights until it was a mere candlelight strength. It made her heart pound in excitement to know that they might only be minutes away from talking to a real life spirit! Her house was pretty old, it was a conversion from one of those historical houses into flats inside. Maybe someone would have died here?
"So," she hummed as she knelt back down at the table "Remember, don't take your hand off the planchette before I say the ending to the ritual, okay?" she grinned "Let's get ready to talk to some ghosts."
With a roll of his eyes, Jack kneeled up and placed his hand on the planchette, his lips pursed in disbelief.
"You going to say something?" Jack hissed to Darcie with a raised eyebrow, he almost laughed as she jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. He could see her blush from here even with the lights turned down.
"Oh of course, yes! Uhm…is there anybody in the house with us now? Come forwards into the circle, show us your presence by moving the planchette."
A few seconds later, nothing had happened. Jack sighed and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth; "This is a load of shit Darcie I can't believe you talked me into doing this." He stated quietly, hiding his own nerves at the situation behind his disbelief. Just because he didn't believe didn't mean that the concept wasn't creepy!
"Shut up Jack! Why don't you try saying something?" Darcie hissed, gesturing to the board with her head "Ask a question."
"Fine! Fine! Is anyone here? Anybody at all? Come and speak to us, we're bored."
"Jack!" Darcie admonished, he wasn't taking this seriously at all, but both of their expressions dropped, falling into ones of sheer horror when the planchette began to move on its own, moving to the 'Yes' segment of the Ouija board.
Jack let out a small squeaky exhale of air. It had to be Darcie moving the thingy so that he would get freaked out but, there she was looking as scared as he did.
"Okay, uhm…can you tell us your name?" Darcie asked softly, her eyes roved around the room, trying to see if there was any way that she could tell where the spirit was, if in fact you could tell where spirits were. She hoped to God it was not about to be some shit from Insidious going on in here.
The planchette had moved, spelling out a name, or so Darcie thought;
"H-A-N-N-I-B-A-L. Hannibal." She whispered, looking at Jack with large eyes, wondering what they should do now "Y-you aren't doing this are you Jack?"
"The fuck I am I thought you were!" he protested, almost letting go of the planchette before Darcie squeaked and trapped his fingers on there with her own. Then he remembered what she had said, no letting go of the board until she had said what she needed to be said – Jack wasn't sure why he was so freaked out. It was just both of their unconscious minds doing this. Yeah.
"Okay, just, calm down." She whispered softly, gently stroking his hand, before she asked another question "Did you die here, Hannibal? No." Darcie frowned as she saw what the planchette moved to.
"Why are you here then?" Jack asked, his heart beating hard in his chest "D- A-R-C-I-E. Darcie. He's here for you…?"
"J-jack this isn't funny anymore stop moving the pointer." Darcie murmured, she was beginning to feel sick, nausea was swaying softly "I know you don't believe in this sort of thing but it's getting freaky now."
"What do you want from her?" Jack growled softly, he wasn't doing this, but he didn't know why this was happening, was it his desires for her coming across in this situation? Was his subconscious trying to show this to him and get him to act on his desires? "Are you a good guy, or bad guy?"
"B-A-D." Darcie's voice shook softly as she read out what the board said.
Unable to stop her scream when the lightbulb in the overhead light blew sending darkness over the table and the board they were using, Darcie couldn't help but remove her hands from the planchette and she cursed when she did so. No no no! Now she needed to throw this board away, burn it! This wasn't some cheap bit of equipment either.
Jack by this time had vaulted over the table and went straight to the blinds, opening them up so that the sunset streamed through the windows shedding light on the scene.
Unable to hold back his smirk any longer, Jack let it creep onto his face. It was from that alone that Darcie knew.
"You bastard!" she shrieked, flying over to Jack and whacking him repeatedly with a couch cushion.
"Hahaha! You should have seen your face. You were like 'Oooh poor me a ghostie's out to get me.'" Jack mocked, bent over in laughter, even though he was being whacked by a cushion he hardly felt it "The bulb blowing at the same time was just perfect though, excellent timing."
"Ugh Jack." Darcie laughed, shaking her head "What am I going to do with you?"
"Feed me?" he asked, his eyes looked up at her pleadingly.
"Yeah let's get some pizza."
