August 1, 2018

The night after that little board game we had. Made me feel more uncomfortable at home. Maybe it was because my parent's were getting on my nerves again because the reason they were getting mad at me seemed to be unreason for them to reprimand me. I mean, who gets mad at someone just because they didn't hear a response. To me, it wasn't my fault if they didn't hear my response and me answering they're question was not me being disrespectful.

Or maybe it was because when ever I was alone downstairs, around 10 pm I felt as though someone was watching me. The reflection on our television creeped me out a bit because at first it looked like I wasn't alone. Until I blinked, and there I was standing alone.

It could have been because I watch a horror movie when I got home since it was playing on the TV that when I closed the lights downstairs and walked up. It gave me this earie feeling as if something was going to come out of the shadows and drag me down with it.

Or it could have simply been me being paranoid since I drank to much coffee at that time. I was up late doing a power point presentation for a report the next day. That I had the weirdest dream that night.

I usually know when I am dreaming, with how vividly I dream it was a must to know if I was in a dream or if I was awake. As sometimes it seemed so real that I feared even if I woke up I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore. Last night was far worse than that.

My senses where awakened by a constant movement on my bed, something that kept crawling to my right side then left and then right on top of my head. I tried ignoring it since I was too sleepy to even bother with it. Based on my body clock, It hasn’t even been hours since I fell asleep and I fell asleep around 1 am. It’s probably around 1:30 or 2 right now.

The movement didn’t stop though, in fact it moved faster really trying to annoy me to wake up. I couldn’t have been my dog as he is downstairs, it also can’t be a rat… Or it could be a rat, but rats are afraid of humans unless you smell like food and I made sure I brushed my teeth. The only thing I remember leaving on my right side was my stuffed bunny, so I really must be dreaming.

After a few seconds though the movement stopped right above my head. With curiosity, I moved my hand to place it right on top of whatever that was.

I was relieved since I felt fur meaning it was my stuffed bunny but as I placed my palm flat on top of it. It felt warm... Not my stuffed bunny… Warm, and breathing… Breathing? I gulped with my eyes closed, all sleepiness washed out of my system. It was replaced with fear, deep terrifying dread washed over me. I don’t know why… I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or what.

I reached up above my head with two of my hands, carrying whatever that thing was so I can see it. With a deep breath, I gathered my courage to look at it… It must be a cute bunny, right?

I slowly opened my eyes slowly. Only to see something that wasn’t a cute bunny. Its eyes were bloodshot red, like it was wanted to devour me. Razor white teeth with blood dripping before its tips. A smirk on its little face.

I felt as though I couldn’t breath as though, I was frozen. The thing stared at me, with menacing eyes.

Opening its mouth, the jaw unhinging like a snake, something slithering out of it. Causing me to scream in a mute way. I wanted to scream out loud to the point that, my cousin who I shared a room with would wake up. That my parent’s and Aunt who’s rooms were across ours would hear. I don’t care if they called me a baby after this night.

But the scream I let out was mute, just pure air. I heard a laugh come from that things mouth, which caused me to throw it away. Waking me with a start.

I sat in my bed, cold with sweat. It was still dark, outside. I could hear my cousin snoring above me, as we slept on bunk beds. I reached for my phone seeing that it was 3:30 am… Wow, the devil’s hour. A nice way to wake up.

I tried calming myself down. Only to stare into the darkness by the door with can be seen from where I was laying down. The bed wasn’t directly pointed to the door but you can still see it. The outlines of the hat and some clothes that hang there made it seem like someone was with us.

I reprimanded myself for having such a vivid imagination. Still staring at that same spot, wondering if the sleeves were really moving or if it was caused by the air-conditioning. The mirror right beside the door showed a weird reflection though, it reflected the outline of the clothes but made it seem as though some one was looking right at it, with the outline bent down a bit.

A crescent, slowly formed. Turning into a creepy huge smile. The teeth perfectly pearly white teeth. It made goosebumps creep up my skin. Slowly, eyes opened showing that someone was indeed smiling and looking at me. Fear washed over me again, which caused me to wake up in bed again.

I was close to tears as these are the nightmares I hated the most. I can deal with vividly clear nightmares, heck kill me if they want in my dreams but I hated these never ending ones as I can never guarantee if I’ll ever wake up again.

I tried breathing, as it felt like I could not breathe at all. Even though I am laying down in a straight manner. I could not get enough air. I concluded with a sigh that I must be in a dream again, because these only happens if I am laying upside down and the pillow is blocking my nose. I felt a surge of panic though when I felt long, icy fingers wrap around my throat. I opened my eyes to see a black shadow looming right above me. I tried thrashing about, trying to get it off me. Trying hard to pry its fingers away from my throat, I could feel the pain on my throat. I tried hitting my leg as hard as I can to the bed post or to the wall. Not stopping until I felt the pain enough to really wake me up.

Finally opening my eyes being greeted by the morning sun and an alarm saying I was late. I quickly dashed out of the room. Reminding myself to wear the rosary bracelet my Aunt gave me before. We’ll at least I’ll feel safe…

Were those nightmares, enough to stop me from playing the board that day? Nope, those nightmares could have been the result of stress. Yes, that’s correct.

The day went by slowly, way to slow for me as I really wanted to play with the board again. It was around our first break on the first period, we met by the pool again. Ate our meals there.

“Let’s try it again later during lunch time, people don’t usually come way to close her at those times plus we only have 5 minutes left.” I said to them while I fixed my lunch box.

“You brought it, right?” Angela asked Abigail who gave a wink.

I felt my food come back up to my throat like I was going to barf, I felt like something bad was going to happen. I do not know if they felt it too, but something felt off yet it was overpowered with excitement.

“Nicole has a third eye.” Which was what brought me back to reality.

“You do?” I asked her, I don’t know why but I was suddenly curious.

“Actually yes, I’ll tell you more later.” She smiled at me while they went up the stairs while our section went down for our computer class.

I searched after doing our excel activity, ghost experiences. Other people’s story about the Ouija and how to be safe and all but all that came out was “Beware!”, “Avoid it”, “Not safe.” Which only made me sigh. It can’t be that bad, right. I mean no one of us has died yet.

Waiting for lunch was an absolute bore. All, I can think about was the board in Abigail’s bag and what we would be doing with it this time.

As the bell rang indicating lunch, I waited for Abigail and Angela. With Abigail showing the board that was tucked in between the pages of her math book.

Going to our usual under the tree at the far end of the steps that gave a view of the pool.

We called… three spirits at this time, it was going good. Each one seemed to be take longer than the next. We took turns when it came to using the board but this one it was only Me, Angela and Abigail. As Nicole and Nathalie needed to eat their lunch.

The three of us were in the middle of asking a spirit why it keeps only answering YES and NO to all of our questions, when a group of younger students came to close to us. Causing the three of us to remove our fingers from the cap and quickly hiding the board. Angela hid the board as she was closer to the book where Abigail concealed it awhile ago.

The wind blew strongly to our side again. Which was weird as anywhere we went the wind blew. Even to the staircase which was enclosed and no possible way for the wind to enter there. We were giggling about how it was a close one. Stopping by the comfort rooms near the pool, still with the winds blowing our hairs of, any student who passed by seemed unfazed and it was only us affected by the wind.

“I think something followed you, look at the win. We are the only one’s affected.” Nicole said why giggling. We giggled along, except for Angela who was quiet. Just sitting there with her leg’s crossed, looking around as though fascinated.

“We’ll see you three later!” Nicole and Nathalie waved at us. Before walking off to there section.

“Angela, come on. Angela? Hey? Yohoo!” Abigail waved her hand in front of Angela who seemed to have snapped out of a trance and then smiled in response to that. I raised my eyebrow at her because her smile seemed weird.

Something weird about her smile… The look in her eyes. Her smiled looked the same on the outside, yet felt different. Her eyes also seemed bigger, than usual. Dark shadows, surrounded her entire eye socket. I wasn’t sure why, but our classmates talked to her like they normally did and seemed to not have noticed the difference. She only gave nods and smiles as response. Since, she was right in front of me. I can hear her humming a tune of an unfamiliar song. It sounded more like a lullaby than an actual song.

I stared at her for a while, something was extremely off.

“Where is she?” I whispered to which she turned and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to be bulging out of their sockets, a wide smile smeared across her face. Making it look like her cheeks were going to tear. How on earth is no one else noticing this?

“Who are you and where is she?” I asked again looking straight into her eye. I had a habit of looking directly at people’s eyes when speaking to them, I wasn’t actually aware of it until I noticed I was doing it while talking to my new classmate. Angela’s eyes were light brown, and this one’s were darker. Almost black like, it could have been the lighting. The way of the shadow, but it was natural light from the sun that dictated it was noon.

“Angela.” She said in a tone that was way to high pitched and sweet to be hers.

“Whole name?” I asked with an eyebrow raised, taking her ID off so she couldn’t read it. To which she just look at me with a blank expression and turned to start ignoring me on the way up to the room.

Our next class was history class and it was the last subject for today. Watching from the side noticing the way she held the pen like a child who didn’t know how to write. I peaked at her writing seeing that it was way to far away from her original writing. As Angela had very good penmanship and right now, her writing was even worse than a grade 1 student.

“Mind telling me who you are? Please?” I tried asking nicely to her, to which she only responded with a giggle.

Not to act as an expert but, who was I kidding. I was panicking this wasn’t my friend. I don’t want her to go home only for her parents to question why was she acting weird. I started imagining going to jail because of this.

She looked at me and smiled the same creepy smile and made a hushing gesture. Right, How is no one else noticing this again? She hummed the tune of the song again, It sounded oddly familiar yet I am pretty sure I do not know this tune.

She had drawn stick people and a concept that was slightly irrelevant to what we needed to draw. Since we were suppose to draw a slogan about the cycle of economics through out history.

Taking the oil pastels, she started coloring it harshly. Nearly breaking it as she made it brutally shaded the paper with red and black. I was now thankful we were at the back of the room and no one really noticed it. As this was going to be an eyebrow raiser to anyone who saw it.

“Class dismissed.” Our teacher said, to which Angela. Or whoever this was stood up and ripped what was suppose to be Angela’s output in History class. So much for effort of making an output only to rip it and throw it in the bin. My grade-conscious self started was starting to show.

“What’s up with Angela?” Abigail asked me as she also noticed how that piece of paper was brutally murdered with the pastel and how the pastel was broken. Then ripped to pieces.

“It’s not her…” I whispered to her.

“We forgot didn’t we…” I looked at her confused, at what she meant. We ended the ritual though. “We didn’t say goodbye.”

I sighed at that, we didn’t say goodbye, yet also Angela was the one who hid the board awhile ago.

Looking at her now I wasn’t sure what was up but I just know its not her.

People say that the Ouija was moving based on your subconscious. That it was ideomotor which causes the cap to move, though as far as I can see my subconscious could not make up the image of my friend right in front of me. She looks like a deranged zombie that came out of the television.

Though there is a sickness called bulging eyes, and is caused by an inflammation in the thyroid gland. It could not have happened so suddenly, that her eyes looked normal and then suddenly are bulging out of their sockets. Plus being around her felt different, the air around her was different.

Dismissal was at it again, I held Angela by the arm as we went out of the room. Though weird thing when she noticed we were headed back to the spot were we used the board. She pried her arm away from me and ran.

“Where is she going?” Nicole asked, as she approached us.

“Didn’t you notice the way she looked? Nathalie mind watching over our bags for a while?” I asked as we ran after Angela, who stopped by the library. We found her at the far edge corner of the academic book’s section, seated… under the selves that had no books.

“Come on out, we’ll not harm you.” Nicole said as she held her hand out which Angela swatted away with a hiss.

I noticed the librarian come from the bathroom while I acted to be scanning for books and smiled at her. Not wanting it to look like we were bullying a classmate of ours base on how she was hiding under the selves with Nicole and Abigail coaxing her to step out.

If we can’t bring her back, we’d had to call a priest… The thought made me shiver, I didn’t want to tell them that we used the board. That’ll result to a lot more questioning that I would not have liked to answer.

“Hey, you want sweets? Candy? I’ll buy you candy if you step out of there.” I said well if this was a child within her. Trying that would not hurt right?

Her eyes fixated on me, her stair making me feel uncomfortable but then later on she stood up from under the selves and pulled my arm. With such force that I stumbled after her, I kept my ground my arm could have been ripped off. Her pulling me actually made my shoulder and wrist hurt. Nearly tumbling down the stairs when we reached the kiosk again. To which she let go of my hand and stood there. I sighed and bought her 5 strawberry flavored candies, since she was really glaring at me.

The darkness around her eyes, lightened a bit. The air around her turned a little less menacing than a while ago. Then she clung unto my arm and followed us to the spot awhile ago.

“It’s a cute little kid in her probably 12.” Was what Nicole said as she patted Angela’s head. To which Angela glared at her again, I waved another candy in front of her which made her stop glaring at Nicole and take the candy.

While sitting there, she looked at us with interest specially when the board was out. Guiding her finger back to the board.

Angela closed her eyes, as we used the board. The wind gushed and as we finally said goodbye. Seeing that Angela looked dazed the moment she opened her eyes, the shadows were still around her eyes.

“Maybe, we should call it a day.” Nathalie said as she stood up.

“Hey, What’s your name?” I asked Angela as we stood up to go home.

“Angela, duh. What kind of question is that?” She answered in her usual tone. I rolled my eyes in response but she later on became quiet as though trying to put of what just happened together.

You would have thought that that stopped us? That fear that crept into our systems by then? Do we remember, well mostly I do… If I didn’t I wouldn’t be writing this. That should have been a warning that day for us to stop, but when you get addicted to danger its fairly hard to stop