You got to the party with Rafe around ten. It was already loud and packed, music rattling the walls, red solo cups everywhere. You stuck close to him, drifting from room to room, laughing at costumes, taking sips from whatever was handed to you.

It felt like just another night.

Until Kelce came stumbling down from upstairs, holding something flat and wooden.

“Yo. Look what I found.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “No way.”

“A Ouija board,” Kelce grinned. “Let’s play.”

You rolled your eyes. “Seriously?”

Topper laughed. “Come on. Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame,” you snapped. “It’s just bullsh*t.”

But they were already pulling you into a quieter room, shutting the door behind them. It smelled like old carpet and weed. The board went in the center. Everyone sat down, including Rafe.

You hesitated—then joined. Just to prove a point.

Kelce smirked. “Is anyone here?”

Nothing.

He kept going. “If someone’s here, say something.”

Still nothing. You scoffed. “Told you. Waste of time.”

Then the planchette moved. Just a twitch.

You narrowed your eyes. “Funny.”

Topper grinned. “Wasn’t me.”

“It’s one of you. I swear to God, stop trying to mess with me.”

“It’s not us,” Kelce said.

You crossed your arms. “Okay. Who’s pushing it?”

No one answered.

The planchette moved again. Slower this time. Spelling:

D-O-N-T.

You shoved it away. “No. I’m not doing this.”

Rafe looked up, serious now. “It’s not us.”

“I said stop!” Your voice was sharp. “This isn’t funny. I know one of you is doing it.”

But no one was laughing.

“Swear on my life,” Topper said. “I’m not.”

The planchette moved once more:

L-E-A-V-E.

Your stomach dropped.

You looked at Rafe. His jaw was clenched.

And for the first time that night—you believed them.