Paranormal- Ouija board

The year is 1824. A group of friends has gathered in the house of a friend in Rochester, New York, 1538 Grove street. The owner of the house was named Ricky Dangelo. One thing they didn't know was their life was going to change. For worst.

"Okay, are we going to do this or not?" A fearless guy persuaded his friends into playing an intimidating game called Ouija. Every other person in the room shivered at the tought of the consequences. They nodded their heads while the only girl among the boys shouted in disagreement.

"For God's sake, Lucy. Don't be such a stick in a mud." A boy with uncontrollable hair, overgrown beard and deep eyes colored with ocean's paint, named Oscar, chanted and opened the board in front of his 4 friends on the wooden table.

"I would rather not be haunted my entire life, thank you." Girl's bleached hair has flown up when she stood up on her feet, getting ready to leave the dining room where everything was ready for making a conversation with whoever was on the other side. But her tanned wrist has been caught with a large fingers decorated with rings.

"Please, stay." A rasp in a boy's voice was deep and sure to permanently stay in your ears. This boy is arguably the most complex of all his friends, so there are seemingly many contradictions in his personality until people look close enough to see the layers. He's not afraid to break the rules and embrace his individuality. He is outstandingly respectful and genuinely a kind-hearted person. He can make you smile with just a stash of horrible knock-knock jokes. This person is Dangelo.

"Okay, okay. But only if I can sleep here with you this night." She looked at the intimidating guy with pleading look in her eyes, getting afraid already.

"Of course you can." Their lips colided into a gentle kiss, encouraging girl to play a game.

"Lucy, do you want to be the screamer?" A boy with schockingly dark brown eyes and rolled back blondish hair whose name must be Ethan, jokingly asked frightened girl.

"What is that?"

"It's a person who just screams when something unusual happens in the room." Ethan explained and two boys bursted into fits of laughter.

"Stop molesting my girlfriend you idiots and let's play this." Ricky roared at his friends and hugged a girl, letting her feel safe in his arms.

"Just put two fingers on the planchette," Oscar guided, "and then we wait."

Friends put their fingers onto the small heart-shaped piece of wood, mixing their energy and hoping for the best. What they didn't know was into what were they engaging in.

Most paranormal researchers advised against the casual use of the Ouija board, suggesting that it could be a doorway to unknown dimensions. The board itself is not dangerous, but the form of communication that you are attempting often is. Most often the spirits whom are contacted through the Ouija are those whom reside on the lower astral plane. These spirits are often very confused and may have died a violent or sudden death; murder, suicide, etc.

Therefore, many violent, negative and potentially dangerous conditions were presented to those using the board. Often times several spirits will attempt to come through at the same time but the real danger lies when you ask for physical proof of their existence! You might say, Well, if you're really a spirit, then put out this light or move that object! What you have just done is simple, you have opened a doorway and allowed them to enter into the physical world and future problems can and often do arise.

But what if the Ouija really does not contact spirits? What if it only accesses our own subconscious? The advice might be the same. Since there are realativly few accounts of positive, uplifting experiences with the Ouija, and many negative ones, we might assume that it more attuned to the negative aspects of our subconscious.

Butthese friends would see and feel something different than only aspects of their subconscious.

"Do we just wait or-"

"Shh!" Ethan interrupted a questioning girl, "We must be very quiet and focused."

"Spirit, this is a safe place." Ricky started to comunicate. But nothing happened.

"What are you doing?" His still frightened girlfriend whispered with fear traveling through her bones and blood. He gave her a look saying You can trust me.

"Is there a spirit out there with a message for someone at this table?" Again nothing.

Untill everyone in the room began to lose hope, the planchette started moving upward, toward the word yes. 
"Okay, who's moving? Oscar stop." Lucy sent him a warning glanve but Oscar looked frightened also.

"I-I am not the one who is moving." He stuttered and gulped when the planchette stopped.

"Ricky, man, cut it out." Ethan laughed nervously.

"Shh!" Ricky remained concentrated on the board. "What is your name?" Planchette moved down, relieving two letters. D-B.

"Do you have a message for someone at this table, D.B.?" Ricky didn't give up.

Yes.

"Tell us the message."

2 D-E-A-T-

A message was interrulted by a scream and board flying down from the table.

"Lucy, what happened?" Ricky grabbed her beloved girlfriend and tried to calm her erratic breathing. "We didn't dechiper the message till the end."

"It said 2 deaths. The two of us are going to die tonight, Ricky." She started histerically crying and clinged onto Ricky's shirt.

"Shh, it's okay. No one's going to die." While Ricky comforted his girlfriend, Ethan and Oscar cleaned up the mess and put the board away into the closet.

"Dangelo, we'll just leave." Oscar said, earning a wave from his friend. They left the house, scared for their life.

"Come Lucy. I will take you to the bed."

Minutes passed on the clock. Then hours. Only few seconds and it would be 3 am. The bell would chime. And it did. A sheet flipped from Lucy's petite body and her bare feet touched the cold floor. She rose from the bed and stretched her neck. However, her boyfriend felt the bed moving and woke up from his peacefull sleep.

"Lucy? What are you doing?" His deep voice rang through the room but the girl continued walking toward the balcony. She ignored him. She was struggling to talk to him and hug him and cry on his shoulder, but she couldn't. It wasn't Lucy.

"Babe? Come back to bed." Ricky sighed and his head hit the pillow, air molecules dispersing from it. But Lucy was another person that minute. She wasn't even person. Her legs were moving by themselves, ignoring the brain's commands. But suddenly, they stopped. Everything stood still when her leg stomped onto the balcony. Lucy's heart stopped beating, hesr breath hitched inside her throat. She was so close to the edge. Ricky peeked over his pilloe to see his girlfriend's intentions. Then something happened. Something not even Ricky or his friends have thought would happen. Ricky's ear piercing scream errupted from his mouth, echoing against the thin walls. He jumped from underneath the sheets blinking and trying to wake up from his nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare. It was also more than reality. His girlfriend lied helplessly on the cold concrete, barely covered with snow, waiting for her soul to be taken, causing more pain, more tears and more deaths.

And just because they didn't say a simple word. Goodbye.

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