I'm Randy Patterson. Three of my friends and I were staying over at a hotel for a night in a city called Towering City. Our hotel room was room 218. I can remember it all, the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, the closet. David, my one friend, was unpacking his things from his suitcase. It was around seven at night and the city's lights gleamed if you looked out the room's windows. We were actually staying at this hotel because of a field trip in school. We were room mates and we were planning to order things from room service, get soda, and really have a good time. We had no idea what this night was going to turn out to be like. Anyway, David was unpacking his things. We were all standing around in the hotel room that was fit for about five people. There were two beds and the couch pulled out to be a bed.
It turned out that David had packed a ouija board with his things. " Look what I brought," he said, trying to get our attention. " Cool!" Eric said. " You want to talk to the dead tonight?" " Yeah, and I think we should try t contact my grandmother and see if she's a ghost." I looked at the board. It looked really neat. I hadn't used one before and I was highly interested in using it because there were so many stories I had heard about when you use them that you're actually able to talk to dead relatives. I wasn't sure if any of this was true or not, but it still sounded cool to me. " Let's get started!" I explained as my third friend, Tim started to set it up on the coffee table in front of the TV. The ceiling fan above us was spinning at top speed, but made no noise. The sound of pople arguing in the hall was heard from outside the front door. Eric went up to the door's peephole to see what was going on. He started laughing after watching for a few moments.
Soon, the ouija board was all set and the four of us all sat on the floor around the coffee table. Outside, a siren was sounding as David began to tell us how to use it. " This is like a ritual, right?" I asked. " Yeah," he replied. " We all have to put our hands on the arrow." We did as he said. " Now, we need to think of a relative to talk to." " How about my granny?' Tim asked, laughing. " Okay, okay," Eric said. " Let's ask Tim's granny a question." " What do you want to ask her?" Tim shrugged. " Are you watching us?" We all looked up at the ceiling, seeing the spinning ceiling fan. We were waiting for an answer. The fan spinning was almost making me dizzy. " When will she..?" Tim started. David shushed him. " We musn't talk," he said.
" We have to be quiet to let the spirit hear our question." We remained silent as I could feel the arrow moving. That was the thing that threw you off. You never knew if someone else was moving it or if the ghost was actually moving it. The lights started to flicker. A howling wind sounded outside the windows as the arrow spun out of control. We all jumped out of the way and crawled away from the coffee table as we watched the arrow spinning as fast as a blade. " What the...?" Eric began. The board suddenly flew from the table and hit the wall. The board clattered to the floor as all became quiet. The four of us ran over to the board. It had hit the door to the room next to ours, room 217. Then it fell to the floor, motionless. " What happened?" Tim asked. " Does this always happen?" David shook his head. " No, but I think we've prooved that ghosts are real." The arguing out in the hall had stopped and the wind was no longer whistling or howling. All had become quiet in a matter of seconds.
" Someone, pick it up!" I said. " We need to find out if it says yes or no." " Well, I'm not picking it up!" Eric said, chuckling. " This is starting to freak me out." David took his foot and flipped the board right side up. " Where's the arrow?" he asked. The rest of us looked at the board in disbelief. The arrow was gone, disappeared. " Well, maybe it fell on the floor somewhere," Tim suggested. We never had the chance to look for the arrow. We heard a loud noise come from the bathroom, a thundering explosion that made us all jump. It was the sound as if omeone had put a bomb on th wall and detonated it. " What was that?" Eric asked in a stuttering voice. We all looked at the closed bathroom door. It was silent again.
That's it for chapter one! Please review!