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continuous giggling.

laughter bubbled all around you, your tipsy college friends all gathered in a circle, one finger pressed to the planchette on the ouija board in dead center.

after a successful first week in classes, you all had decided to celebrate. live a little.

granted, you’d been severely against this whole thing.

having been apart of a pretty religious family, you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of speaking with a demon or spirit of any kind. . . but, with a little persuasion, you’d caved.

you didn’t want to look like a chicken.

so, here you were, all together, gathered in an abandoned house located a ways into the bayou. which, according to your friends, had once been inhabited by a vicious serial killer.

on top of that, it was witching hour.

you were already getting the chills.

you’d hoped nothing would happen, watching with baited breath as your friends attempted first contact.

but, things don’t always go the way we hope, do they?

before you knew it, the candles your friends had lit blew out, the temperature dropped a few degree’s, making things colder. and when you checked the ouija board again, the planchette was hovering over yes.

what on earth had your friends asked?

when you turned to ask them what they were doing, they were all staring in a shocked trance at something behind you. raising a brow, you felt confusion.

but, before you could say anything, a soft, staticky voice spoke from behind you.

“Boo~”