Ellie's POV

Jonah held my hand. It was cold, but so warm at the same time. The room blurred. Another vision was coming.

I stood in what was our den, but it was different, waaaay diffrent. Curtains and drapes hung around the walls and windows. There was a small circle table with a small cream colored table cloth. It was dark and a single camera was set up at the end of the room.

"Right this was." A deep, calm voice said from the hallway. About 4 people walked in and sat at the table. A tall man with round specticals stood behind the camera.

"Jonah. Come on boy, please our guests." The man said. Ramesy. I could tell, it was Ramesy.

Jonah walked in, looking as cute as ever. His eyes we're tierd and he was NOT happy to be there.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen." Jonah bowed and took his seat at the head of the table, faceing the camera.

"Jonah. It's wonderful to see you." The youngest woman of the group said. Taking his hand. They all followed and linked hands. The room feel silent. Jonah took a deep breath, contacting the spirit of the evening, probably one of the women's deceased husband or lover. Jonah's breathing became quicker and louder. His head jerked to the side. His jaw clenced together. His knuckles turned white.

His head hit the table, saliva leaking the sides of his mouth. gurggling noises filled the scilene. One woman started smiling and closed her eyes. Jonah's head shot up, his mouth fell open.

A floating vomit like thing flew out of his mouth. The ectoplasam from the pictures. This was that seance. Why am I watching this? The ectoplasam came out more and more. Growing more and more. A light came from inside it, it started gaining energy when all of a sudden there was a burst. The ectoplasam exploded. I was knocked to my feet.

Everyone, except Jonah had died. Well almost.

"Jonah my boy" A voice coughed.
"Sir."
"Get rid of the boddies Jonah, they're after you next."
"Yes sir"

Jonah ran. Doors started slamming. The whole house creaked. I could see my breath, it was deathly cold in here. Jonah ran through the house, trying to yank open every door in his path. Nothing, not the front, not the basement. He panicked and ran upstairs. Every door upstairs slammed. He tried the window, no luck.

"Jonah!" I screamed,tears filling my eyes.

The dumbwaiter flew open. He looked towards it. The spirits were after him, it was his only choice. Tears flew down his face, as well as mine.

I climbed in the dumbwaiter with him. I tried holding him but, of course, it was only a vision. The dumbwaiter started descending. He started screaming.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" I cried. I knew something horrible was about to happen. Something involving alot of pain, and burning...

"PLEASE. HELP ME" His voice cracked. He sobbed. The dumbwaiter stopped and we crawled out into the open space. The dumbwaiter flew back up as soon as we had crawled out.

"Oh Jonah." I sobbed with him. I was scared now, I know I wasn't going to be harmed. I was just afraid of what I was about to see.

Metal doors slammed around us. Flames started licking the sides, crawling up over our boddies. Jonah's screames filled the furnice. I started screaming too. I couldn't feel it, but it was painful enough watching Jonah suffer.

The flames died down eventualy, all that was left was a pile of Jonah's ashes.

The furnice blurred and I was back in my room. I fell into Jonah's arms, sobbing.

"Oh Jonah." I cried into his chest. "I'm s-so sooooo s-s-sorry." Tears flowed down my cheeks.

"It's ok dear." He whispered in a soothing voice.

I looked up into his eyes. He slowly leaned in. His lips only centimeters from mine. I closed my eyes and filled the space. His lips were so soft against mine. My body filled with warmth and I melted into his arms.

My first kiss. With a dead boy.