The first time Cassidy played with an Ouija board was when he was almost ten. Played is the wrong word but Cassidy doesn't know how else to describe it; because he didn't believe spirits existed at least not back then. It was Dickie's birthday and all his friends had gone home. Dick called Cassidy into his room and shut the door.
"Look what I found Cass,"
"An Ouija board?"
"Sure whatever, Iunno I found it out in the pool house in the Halloween box. Let's play with it."
"Do you even know what it does Dickie?"
"Dude, you contact spirits and stuff."
"Who do you want to talk to?" Cassidy asked watching his brother put the board on his floor.
"Stuart."
"Stuart?"
"Our dog dummy,"
"Dick he's dead."
"Cassidy your an idiot, spirits are thing of dead people."
Dick spent fifteen minutes trying to talk to his old dog, before Dick kicked the board over and pushed Cassidy out of his room.
The next time Cassidy was with an Ouija board was at Logan Echolls, it was Halloween and Cassidy had just turned thirteen.
"Come on, chicken."
Cassidy leaned away from the board.
"I don't want to."
"Stop being a baby." Dick said elbowing Logan before laughing.
"I don't want to."
"Don't
make him, if he doesn't want to." Veronica said before looking back
toward Duncan.
"God this is lame Logan." Lilly said before
reaching for it.
"No, I'll do it."
Cassidy reached for the board, and asked for his grandpa who died the year before.
Logan helped Cassidy letting his hands be guided. Cassidy didn't notice Dick slip out. Ten minutes later Cassidy was in his room with a runny nose and a bloody knee. Dick had scared him pretending to be grandpa and Cassidy ran home, tripping on his front steps.
The last time Cassidy was around an Ouija board was only days after he had jumped. He never thought he'd be looking down at someone else using the board to contact him, but here he was. Dick was in his room, board spread on the floor. He was screaming at the board, his hands shaking, and eyes brimming with tears.
"Cassidy. CASSIDY. If you hear me let me know."
Cassidy stayed frozen, scared to move, breathe.
Dick kept rambling on seemingly incoherent to the ear, but Cassidy understood. He was used to Dick's drunken ramblings filled with tears. But usually it was over Madison or some bullshit, never over him; and it made him hurt. Well if he could feel it would hurt.
"Cassidy, please I miss you."
Cassidy moved, and was about to show some sign that he was there, that he did forgive Dick and he loved him. But he drew in an unneeded breathe and stepped back. He could show a sign, or utter a word; because he didn't want to lie to his brother because he wasn't sure himself what he was going to say was the truth.
He watched a single tear roll down his brother's face, then toss the board into the wall.
"Happy fucking Halloween Cassidy."
"Happy Halloween Dickie."
