Friday afternoon. What a great feeling to walk down the sidewalk on this glorious Friday afternoon. I use to enjoy such things years before I was forced to move here. I hate this place, I hate the people I live with, and I hate my life right now.

My name's Korey. I'm 16-years-old, 5'6" with brown hair down my neck, bright hazel eyes, pale skin, and an average body. This is how I appear to everyone else. Right now, since I'm still on my way home from school, I'm wearing a uniform that my school makes me wear. I go to a Catholic school but it's nothing special. The uniforms are basic: Short-sleeved white shirt, black pants or knee-length skirts, black tie, and a black jacket with the school crest on the left side. Our crest is a silver cross in between two praying hands. Pretty basic but it'll do, I guess.

The school teaches all the same subjects people need to learn in order to pass high school, has a class that consists of bible study and whatnot, and every other class refers to the bible or others talk about things relating to it. Yes, I know, very boring unless you're a devoted Catholic. I do practice the religion but I'm not devout. Everyone confuses this with Athiest and don't understand how the two are separate.

Truthfully, I'm okay with the school but not so much with the students. Some of them hide their sins and pretend to be such good children, others are the type that think they must shove their religion down other's throats. I try to stay away from them but sometimes I'm not so lucky. Trust me, even in a Catholic school you'll find bullies. These are just bullies with bibles and holy water instead of crude words and violence.

I never chose to go to Catholic school. This was all my dad's girlfriend, Vickie's, doing. I'm the only Catholic of the family (Mom was a Christian, Dad's a Lutheran, and Vickie's also a Christian) and she realized I was very "sinful." I quote this because I don't really care for these sins. She just gets onto me for being different.

Most boys hang out with their friends after school or on weekends. I stay at home and stay cooped up in my room. Lots of teenagers go online to chat with friends or watch clips on Youtube (Or look up porn but she left that out). I look up torture devices or find ways to make fake blood look realistic. Most teens these days have tanned skin and a date. I'm extremely pale and single. I've never once gone on a date. But the most important thing that Vickie must point out: Most boys think about normal stuff like sports, girls, school, and the future when they're off to college. I think about killing people, mutilated bodies, how to torture someone in brutal ways, and mortuary.

All in all, these things that make me different are a problem to her. The best way to get rid of this "problem" is to enroll me into a Catholic school. It apparently makes a lot of sense to her just because I'm Catholic and am less devote than every other person. Which is why I'm coming home from the school in the uniform with my backpack that resembles a mail carrier.

I live in the suburbs of this little town. It's a nice and clean place with fairly decent people. The houses vary in color, ours being grey with a dark grey roof. The neighborhood is several blocks away from the school so transportation isn't complicated unless it's raining.

I walk through the door and go straight to up the stairs. You can say I'm pretty anti-social with my family just like the students at school. It's not that I dislike them, they just don't understand me.

My parents divorced when I was 7. I lived with my mom and visited Dad every other weekend. I loved my mother so much, she was like my best friend. But, two years ago, she was in a car accident and was hurt pretty badly. The doctors told me she only had a month to live. I would visit her every day and try to comfort her, but she always brought up that she'd die. She'd keep telling me to move on after she died, live with my father, and always keep her in my heart. I hated that she'd always say it but it eventually happened. Dad took me to his house where I got comfortable in the house. I met his new girlfriend at the time, Vickie. Actually, she was there for a few weeks but she was still new to me. My life changed and I always wished for it to go back to the way it was before all of this.

Dad is in his forties with a good job. He's got dark skin and short dark brown hair. I resemble him a lot yet I was born with Mom's hazel eyes. Dad's are hazel as well but they're blue and brown instead of green and brown. He's a nice man and very entertaining when he's around his friends.

Vickie is a few years younger than him but is also in her forties. Her skin is dark from excessive tanning and her hair is almost black. This is due to dying it a lot. I guess she's attractive but I don't really think so. She's actually kind of sluty and has two or three tattoos on her. I like tattoos but hers are common and not very interesting. She's really annoying and mean around me but is softer when Dad's around. Meaning she gives me slight critisizm and looks at me weirdly when he's not looking.

Vickie also has a son that lives with us. His name's Nathaniel and he's 23. He comes over the house constantly and practically lives here. What's more annoying is every weekend when he brings his friends over. They're loud and you can hear their chatter from all the way down the hall.

Nathaniel's also tan and very built. He's got some tattoos on his arms but they don't intimidate me. He doesn't threaten me, he just likes to play rough and sneak up on my every once in awhile. His hair's brown and slightly spiked at the top. He's apparently suppose to be my older brother but I just see him as Vickie's son. Nothing more.

My bedroom is the second door on the right. The first door is the hallway closet. The next door is another bedroom or a guestroom. There are three doors on the left of the hallway. The first two are also guestrooms but the first one belongs to Nathaniel. The third is the bathroom. At the end of the hallway is the door to the master bedroom. Obviously, that's where Dad and Vickie sleep.

I step through my room and set my backpack down on the floor near the bed. At the other end of the wall where the door is, there's the closet. On the next wall over is a queen sized bed with wooden posts, red sheets, and a black comforter. Next to it is a night stand with a drawer. Next to that is a wooden dresser. On the next wall is the window with thick black curtains that are open. To the corner that connects that wall to the final wall is a tv. Next to it is a part to an entertainment set that holds all my movies. Next to that and very close to the door is a shelf with many books on it. The walls are a dark red and the ceiling and carpet are white.

My room is my sanctuary. In here I am at peace. Nothing bothers me unless it enters the room. It's everything that makes me who I am. I wasn't able to paint the walls black but dark red was my next best idea. Ah yes, black and red are my favourite colors. Everyone finds something wrong with it but I don't care.

I start doing my homework while listening to my iPod, not aware that Nathaniel and his crew are just arriving. Thirty minutes later, I was almost done with my essay for biology when I hear a huge banging at the door. I take my headphones out and rush over to the door. Nathaniel stands there with his arms crossed and looking slightly annoyed.

"What?" I ask rudely.

"Can we borrow your ouija board?"

"What the hell are you going to do with my ouija board?"

"Talk to spirits, of course!" It was obvious he was a little drunk but still in control of his thoughts and actions.

"Oh no! You are not using my board for stupid party games! Do you know what happens when you play with those things? You could make a ghost stay here or take over the house! Who's to say it could take over your body? Hell, what if you make a demon appear?"

"Calm down, Korey! We didn't mean it like that! Sabrina's an occult expert and she wanted to check it out. We won't play with it, she'll make sure of it." I looked at him for a moment and thought about this. If they end up getting possessed or something, I swear I'll kill Nathaniel later for convincing me.

I go to my bed and lift the covers up. I get the board and take out the board and curser. I give them to Nathaniel and say, "If you break either of those when you're done, I'll kill you." He laughs and walks back to the door in between his room and the bathroom. That's the room where he holds his little get togethers with his friends. I roll my eyes at the door and go back to my homework.

An hour passes and I get a little hungry. I only get halfway down the stairs when Nathaniel comes out of the room, drunk as hell.

"Hey Korey!" His voice is slurring now.

"What?" I ask, trying to sound a little polite.

"Get us some beers! We're all out up here!" I roll my eyes as I continue my descent to the kitchen. I grab the box of beer, knowing they won't settle for a few cans. I decided on dropping the box off first before going back down to make a sandwich. But as I enter the room with the beers, I see them doing something so idiotic.

"You told me you wouldn't play with it!" I yelled at them. They look up from their game and start laughing.

"Calm down, Korey," one of his friends say, "It's not real, one of us it controling it."

"I don't care! You said you wouldn't play with it! Don't you know how dangerous that thing is?"

"Okay, okay Mr. Supernatural. We won't play with it. Right Captain Howdy?" The curser moves to no and they start laughing again.

"Well, why not?" The curser moves to the corner of the board and points at me. Okay, whether it's a joke or not, I'm scared.

"It looks like he wants Korey to play," a girl says. I put the beers down and sit with them. I just hope this is some stupid joke. I placed my fingers on the curser and asked, "Did you want me to play?" It moves to yes and my heart skips a beat.

"Is there something you like about Korey?" someone asks. The curser moves around but goes back to yes. I don't like this. Everyone thinks this is so funny but it's not.

"What is it?" The curser goes to the letters and spells out, It is a secret.

"Do you think Korey's cute?" another person asks. The curser moves down to the numbers and stops at 6. We all look at each other in confusion until an observer remarks, "I think this guy just rated you." Everyone laughs again while I sit there in confusion. What the hell is that suppose to mean? I'm pretty cute?

"Is Korey gay?" someone just blurted out. The curser goes to the yes option. I'm starting to think it's just some idiot controling it. If this spirit knows this, then that's kind of frightening. Yes, I'm gay but no one knows that.

"I think I want to leave," I say, "This is getting stupid and boring."

"Wait! Wait!" Nathaniel say, getting all excited, "Just one more question! What do you want to do with Korey?"

"What kind of question is tha-" I'm cut off by this tingling feeling in my arms. It's really warm and it felt like something was rushing through my veins at an alarming speed. My head started spinning and I grew light-headed. I fell backwards and my vision darkened. Everything was going black and I felt so warm. I couldn't comprehend what was going on and I was really scared. What... What's happening to me...?

Everyone in the room crowded around Korey as he lay unconscious on the floor. Some of them were growing concerned while others thought he was playing around.

"Okay, Korey, the game's over. You don't have to stay here anymore."

"Shut up! Something probably happened to him!"

"He's just messing around. You know how he loves to scare people."

"At least check to see if he's breathing." One of the men put his hand above Korey's mouth but the teenager's hand flew up and squeezed his wrist.

"Don't touch me, I'm fine," Korey said. He squeezed the wrist a little tighter until the man yelped in pain.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"Don't put that filthy think near me again." Korey's voice came out as a growl. The man looked down at his hand where a small cross was tattooed on his hand in the curve, where the tumb and index fingers connect.

"Carol, what are you doing here?" Korey asked a random girl in the crowd, "Doesn't Daddy know what you're doing?"

"What?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"Doesn't Daddy know you're playing with older men? Your 18th birthday isn't but another two months away." She looked at him in shock.

"How did you know that?"

"Nathaniel, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late playing with that thing."

"Whoa, what the hell?" Nathaniel yelled, "What was that you just did?"

"I spoke the truth. Do you not like it?"

"How did you know that about Carol? Have you been stalking her?"

"How long do you plan to live here, Nathaniel? Until Mommy says good-bye?"

"Excuse me?"

"What do you think of Mommy being with Dave? Do you not like that they fuck each other whenever we're gone?"

"Stop talking!"

"I don't mean to defile your Mommy. She's such a whore, it's unbearable."

"Korey, if you don't shut up, I'm gonna-"

"What? What are you going to do? Go to your Mommay and tell on me? Or are you going to punch me and get into a lot of trouble? While you're deciding, I'm going to bed." Korey turned and left the room, returning to his bedroom.

An hour passed and they were all pretty freaked out. They stared down at the board but didn't dare talk about it. That is, until one of the guys in the room went up to Nathaniel, and whispered loud enough for the room to hear, "Korey is such a freak."

Suddenly, maniacal laughter errupts from across the room and ends after several minutes. Nathaniel walks over to Korey's room and goes stiff. He walks back over to the room with a horrified look on his face.

"What? What is it?" a girl asks.

"What did you see?" one of the guys spoke up.

"Korey's asleep..."