I had gathered everything in my room before I began my Ouija Board ritual. I gathered the Ouija Board, and placed it on the floor. I took out four candles, lit them, and I placed them around the Board. I then said a prayer, asking for any bad energy to leave the room, and to invite in only good spirits. I then sat on my floor, trying to psych myself up. The thing was, I really wanted to use the Ouija Board. I really did. But, I have heard so many terrible things about using one. Not only do people find themselves in the constant state of paranoia, but they also find themselves growing addicted about what will happen to their future, and all of the possible outcomes of every move they make.
But, I didn't have my pants. For the past week, the Waluigi pants have been my guide. I've made all of the right choices with them. I've grown the courage to say and do things that I normally wouldn't do. Without those pants, I am nothing. I would just go back to being the quiet girl who had so many opinions, but was never able to speak them. I needed to know how I would do without the pants.
Suddenly, my door swung open. I turned around, horrified, to see my little sister. She stood at the front of my door, jaw dropped. She looked at me, then all of the supplies on my floor. She screamed, and then ran out of my room, yelling "Isabelle's performing satanic rituals! I always knew it!" While she was doing that, I blew out the candles, took the Ouija board, and threw it away.
When I ran downstairs, I saw my sister yelling in my moms face. My mom looked agitated. She was trying to get my sister to calm down. She tried to talk over her, but my sister just kept screaming things, like: "You always call me the devil of the family!" and "I always knew there was something wrong with her!" While my sister kept droning on, I spotted a laundry basket at my mom's foot. I found the Waluigi pants, which had sole light shining on them. I looked at them, and although they had been washed, the magic had not been cleaned out. I walked over, and grabbed the pants. I decided to walk out of the room. "WAIT! Look!" my sister screamed, pointing at me. "She's getting away! She's trying to escape!" I turned around. My mom looked incredibly pissed. "You're not going anywhere until you explain to me what all of this is about!" she said. I looked at her, then at my pants. It's a good thing I grabbed them when I did, I thought to myself. I looked back at my mom, clenched my fists, and I let myself be hit with all of my mother's verbal abuses and questions.