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Chapter 4

Next Day

Alfred, Matthew and Ludwig sat around a table waiting for Arthur to get back from the attic with what he said will help with what needs to be done. It was 15 minutes till 3 and all of them were extremely nervous. The German had to be called in to replace Ivan who was too sick to get out of bed to be the forth person at the table. The others had said they were too busy and Ludwig happened to be free this day but was grumbling about having his sleeping schedule messed up for staying up so late.

No lights were on except for 3 candles on the table; their three faces glowed in the small flickering light. Matthew was terrified; he kept jumping at the smallest of sounds. He didn't want the ghost to pop out of nowhere and hurt him or the others.

Finally, Arthur came back with a box in hand and set it on the floor, picking something out of it and setting it in the middle of the table for everyone to see.

"An ouija board? Iggy, this isn't one of your imaginary friends."

"Just… Trust me, okay? This'll work." The Brit responded, scowling at the American who had stuck his tongue out.

Matthew shook his head at the childish behavior but straightened up when Arthur sat down across from him. Ludwig looked uncomfortable to be there, Alfred looked like this was going to end up bad, Arthur looked serious and Matthew just looked scared.

The Canadian stared at the flat wooden surface of the Ouija board. It had letters from A to Z, numbers from 1 to 0 with a Yes and No. His indigo eyes scanned the Sun and Moon symbol before it finally landed on the planchette, which would help the ghost communicate with them.

He felt the knees of Ludwig and Alfred on either side of him hit his own, Matthew held a notepad to write down anything that would be spelled out. Arthur reached out his right hand, pressing his index and middle finger onto the planchette and slowly moved it in circles around the board then motioned for the rest to put their two fingers on it as well.

Afterwards, Arthur concentrated on what he was going to say then spoke, "Hello… My name is Arthur; with me are Matthew, Ludwig and Alfred. If you would join us… We'd like to ask you a few questions."

Nothing happened, only silence filled the room and the flame on the candles flickered. Matthew felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and straightened his spine, the room started to give him an eerie feeling.

Alfred, seeming to be the bravest one at the moment, spoke up,

"Are you dead because you were murdered?"

He looked around the room, looking to see if anything would be moved to show a sign of a ghost being there. He was also really scared, probably the most frightened of all of them but he held his breath and kept himself steady. Suddenly, each of their eyes turned to the hands on the planchette where now a pressure was beginning to build. It felt like a hard steel boot was slowly applying weight to their fingers. The room grew colder as the pain became too much for any of them to bear so they jerked their now bruised hands back. Then, the piece was picked up and slammed down onto 'yes'.

Each of them gasped, surprised that it actually worked and that the ghost even responded. So, quick to continue before the spirit did…

"Did you die in peace?" Ludwig asked and the piece flipped into the air and landed on 'no'. "Then you died in agony?" He corrected and the piece slowly, as if sadly, slid onto the 'yes'.

Arthur asked the question that the others were too afraid to ask, "…How were you killed?"

There was a moment of silence like the spirit was contemplating on telling them when the piece began to move. Matthew picked up the pen and notebook and began writing what was being spelled. When the movement stopped, he read what he had written, trying to keep from stuttering,

"Rape. Screams. Pain. Suffocation. Whips. Knife. Blood. Darkness."

They remained quiet, unable to speak. None of them knew how to respond to such an answer… The ghost had gone through so much; Matthew wondered what expression it held if he could see it.

"W-what… What's your name?" Each pair of eyes turned on the Canadian, surprised he spoke, even Matthew was. But, hesitantly, the ghost went to spelling out a name, almost scared.

G... I… L…

"T-this isn't funny anymore, Arthur. Stop," Ludwig spoke up, staring straight at the Brit,

"I'm not doing anything, though!"

E… R… T…

"Gilbert?" Alfred asked and pressed a hand over his mouth, looking at the blond German.

"Don't fucking joke about this!" Ludwig stood up, his chair flying back behind him. The air once again grew cold once the hostility grey in the icy blue eyes of the German, "Why the hell would you do this?"

"I didn't do anything, Ludwig! I wouldn't joke about something like that!"

"He was my brother! I want no part of this!" He stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut. Everything was quiet and the three tried to see the spirit once they could see their breath.

A moan of agony sounded throughout the room, the candles went out and the table was flipped. They heard a crash and jumped when a hole developed in the wall like the spirit had punched through it.

Loud footsteps ran towards the front door, it flung open but didn't close as everything finally became still and the temperature went back to normal.

"This… This… I wasn't expecting this to happen…" Arthur said, staring at the open front door and looking into the night.