(A/N: Hi again. So far, this is the longest chapter I've ever written. I'm sorry if it took so long. I hope you like it.)
In the house..
Everybody finished eating dinner. The girls got ready for bed while the boys played 'Scrabble'.
"Dude, this game's old school," Randy complained.
"Yeah." John agreed.
Chris walked towards a dusty cabinet. He opened it and found a big board with writings on it.
"Hey guys, I found somethin'!" he yelled.
They went to Chris and saw that he was holding something.
"A Ouija Board!" Chris said.
"Dude, isn't that the game you use to contact ghosts?" John asked, nervously.
"Yeah. Wanna play?"
The boys looked at each other deciding whether to play the game or not.
"Let's ask the girls first." Randy replied.
"Why?"
"If we're goin' to play, I want THEM to play as well." he finished.
"I don't wanna play! I'm scared!" Stacy protested.
"Yeah guys! Don't you think that playing with that 'thing' is dangerous?" Christy added
hugging Stacy for comfort.
"How do you play that game anyway?" Torrie asked.
"It's 'Spirit of the Glass'. You ask a spirit to join you and then ask questions like
'Who are you?' or 'When will I die?' Stuff like those. You'll have to wait for it to answer." Chris explained.
"How will they answer. Holmes?" Eddie asked.
"If the answer is YES, the glass will move to the YES circle. If it's NO, the glass
will go to the opposite circle. If the question can't be answered by a YES or NO,
the glass will move to the alphabet and numbers to spell out the answer."
"Meaning, the spirit gets inside that 'thing' that's a shape of a heart and play
the game with you?" Ric asked, curiously.
Chris nodded.
I don't believe this shit! I don't believe in ghosts or spirits!" Triple H exclaimed.
"It's a GAME!"
"What if the spirit decides to possess one of us?" Yna asked.
"We can always tell the spirit to leave. Come on, what could happen to us? We're like, 14 in here."
Silence filled the room.
"I'm game!" Batista said. He always loved a good scare.
"Count us in!" John said, clamping a hand on Yna's arm. She looked at John angrily.
He just smiled.
"Alright, alright, count me and Ric in too." Triple H said.
"Okay. So, 1,2,3,4,5 and Me. We're 6. Looks like we have enough players. Let's start."
Chris said, taking charge.
The 6 of them sat on the floor around the board. Chris was in front of the board (since
he's the only person who played it.)
The rest gathered behind them.
"Let's call on someone who's available," Chris said. "I call on the spirit of whoever's
willing to join us."
He placed his right index and middle fingers on the heart shaped 'glass' and asked the other 5 to do so. When there were 6 sets of index and middle fingers touching it, Chris
asked, "Spirit, are you there?"
Nothing happened.
"Spirit, are you there?" Chris asked again, this time louder.
The glass moved, but it wasn't a spirit.
"JOHN!" they groaned.
"Sorry, my bad. You guys should've looked at your faces in the mirror!" John laughed
hysterically.
"Why don't we use our pinkys instead of the index and middle fingers?" Triple H
questioned.
"Fine, this time no more cheating." Chris said." We again call on the spirit of whoever's willing to join us."
The 6 of them one-by-one placed their pinkys on the glass.
"Spirit, are you there?" Chris asked.
The glass immediately moved to the YES circle.
"Tell us your name spirit." Chris commanded.
The glass moved to the letter 'D'. They looked at each other nervously. Were they
actually able to call on a spirit?
'Someone must be pushing the glass again.' Yna thought.
She peered at the glass. The fingers barely touched it.
The glass moved to the other letters: A-N-T-E.
Dante.
They asked it questions like: 'How old are you?' 'How did you die?' and
'Where are you now?'.
He answered politely.
Dante.
Twenty-three.
Hanged.
In front of you.
The girls shrieked.
"Shhhh!" the guys shushed them.
"Sorry." they apologized.
They asked it questions like: 'Will I ever get a boyfriend/girlfriend?' and 'Do you
know Halle Berry?'
At first, he answered promptly. Then he became slow in answering, as if he was
distracted.
Suddenly the glass moved towards Yna, then to Chris, then back to Yna.
"Anything wrong spirit?" Chris asked.
The others were crowding around the Ouija group and there was a dead silence. Except
for the 6 who were busy asking questions.
The pointer immediately moved to the letters: J-U-A-N-A.
He was spelling a name. The pointer went to Yna again, then the lights flickered on and
off. The girls who weren't in the Ouija group screamed. The glass kept going on the
name J-U-A-N-A and it moved fast as the group pressed their fingers on the glass.
Suddenly, Yna threw the glass and they all watched as it shattered to little pieces.
Everybody looked at her and noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Yna what's wro-" John was cut off when Yna exited the room. He followed after her.
"Chris, I think you need to put that away." Batista said standing up.
"So, who do you think's 'Juana'?" Randy asked as Chris put the board back in the
cabinet.
"I dunno." he replied.
"Look man, it's getting' late. I gotta get up early. Goodnight." Randy said as he walked
to his room.
Everybody slept peacefully except John and Yna who were still talking.