Isabel's p.o.v.

It had been 3 weeks since I had been to the doctors, and everyday I was forced to take numerous amounts of pills each day. The doctors told me it was to help me get rid of what I see, but I only got really bad headaches.

I talked to Angie every chance I got, which is rear because she's always out with her friends and I'm forced to stay home because of my 'condition.' What ever that means.

Yeah I see things and I know Angie does too, but if she doesn't want to tell any one, that's her business, not mine. Besides with me on all these pills I think she's getting a little scared, which, of course, I don't blame her, I mean I'm a little scared myself.

Tonight is Halloween and Angie is going trick-or-treating with my dad and some friends, while my mom gets to stay home with me. I can't wait until tonight; I got my hands on a real, live ouija board, you ask it any question and you would get a truthful answer.

Angela's p.o.v.

I knew something was up with Isabel today, I just didn't know what. Yesterday she got me to pick up a package from an old friend of hers, but she wouldn't tell me what was in it, only that it was very important to her. I'm not sure I really wanted to know after awhile.

Because Isabel had a problem she wasn't allowed to go to school anymore, when she requested something of me I gave in and didn't really question what it was. Same here, I really didn't question what was in the box, knowing it was the only thing to keep her company until I got home, my mom was too scared of her that she hardly ever came near Isabel.

Tonight was the night, Halloween, I loved Halloween. Even though we were catholic I still was allowed to go trick-or-treating as long as my costume was appropriate, I wasn't allowed to dress up in anything bad at all.

It was 7:45 when my dad took my friends and I to collect candy and it was 10:56 when we got home and when we did I prayed that what I saw wasn't happening.

Normal p.o.v.

Lights of the paramedics filled the dark street and Angela's heart dropped as she saw her sister being taken away in the ambulance. Her and her dad rushed up to Eleanor, who was crying something incoherent.

"She. She had an ytiey…" she said crying into Greg's shirt.

"A what?" he asked.

"A ouija board, Greg. I don't know how she got her hands on one, but I called the doctor when I saw her with it and he sent these guys to come and get her." She explained through sniffles.

It had been a week since it had happened, a week since Halloween and Isabel had been in a room in the hospital since, the psychiatric ward, as Angela now knew what it was, a ward for mental patients.

At night she was alone and cried in her sleep, ever since they were babies if one twin had a nightmare the other would some how find themselves with the other's dream helping them out, but because Isabel was so medicated she wasn't able to help Angela.

Angela felt guilty knowing the only reason her sister was gone was because she smuggled in a demonic toy. Of course, she didn't believe in the devil, but their times when she would question it.

Angela's p.o.v.

I sat in the room with Isabel, she would be getting out today if she passed some sort of test, but she wouldn't take it unless I was there, I didn't mind I wanted to make sure she was ok.

The doctor left the room and Isabel approached me.

"Tell them," she whispered in my ear. "Tell them, Angie, tell them you what you see, tell them you see it too."

I shook my head, I was terrified, if I told them, they'd think I was crazy too, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to go through everything Isabel had been through, so I did the only thing I could, I lied, I lied to the person I trusted most, I lied to my best friend, I lied to my a sister, in other words I lied to my other half. That's what she is to me, my other half, the other half of my soul, where all my courage lies.

"I don't see anything Izzy." I told flat out.

She looked confused. "What do you mean, you don't see anything?"

"I learned to get rid of them, I don't know how, but their gone."

Judging by the look on her face I could tell she knew I was lying, but I didn't care I was scared, so I got up and left the room. Which was a big mistake, I didn't see it yet, but knew that within time I would realize my mistake and end up regretting it with my life.

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