The wind quietly blows through the abandon building as my roommate and I kneel on the dusty floor, a candle flickering beside an old Ouija board between us. Our fingers rest lightly on the planchette. I whisper nervously into the empty room.

O-okay… if any spirits are here with us… you can talk through the board.

The planchette twitches slightly under my fingers. I freeze, staring down at the board. Unbeknownst to me and my friend someone nearby has been listening to this whole thing.

CRACK! (You stepped on a piece of debris)

HOLY- WHAT WAS THAT?!?

My ears shoot upright as I whip my head toward the dark hallway.

I swear to god if someone’s there I’m going to scream…