My friend Carlos has this Ouija board in his attic, but he never uses it. He said he's going to use it today only if I would play with him. I agreed, only if Jennifer and Harley would also play. So we asked them, Jennifer accepted, but we had to make Harley play with us. She was never was the girl to do anything that included demons and spirits, since she was raised in a Catholic home. After all that convincing, Carlos, Jennifer, Harley and I all went to Carlos' house. He brought out the board and put it on the floor. Jennifer knew all this demonic stuff and what to do, so she went to go get some red and black candles and lit them, then she turned off the lights. We sat in silence, looking, staring at the board. Carlos broke the silence and said put two fingers on each hand on the planchette, so we did. Harley was hesitating, but she finally did it. Carlos asked if anybody was there... No reply. He asked again... No reply. I then asked, but still, no reply. Harley asked... And it quickly moved to yes. I looked at her, it looked like she was dying on the inside... I felt so bad. Carlos then asked what their name was. They went to A... Then N... D... Y.
"Andy." Carlos said. Harley was crying. Andy was the name of her grandfather, who passed away when Harley was 8. Harley couldn't believe it, she couldn't keep herself together. She started bursting in tears. After a few seconds she stopped. She asked them what her middle name was. W... O... L... F..... Before they could finish, Harley picked the planchette up. After a moment of silence, she slowly lowered her hand and put it back on the board. Her face was pale. She had tears in her eyes. I could feel the pain she was in. We then put our fingers back on the planchette, and started playing again. Harley then said, screamed, if you will, "Are you REALLY my grandfather?". It slowly went to no. But as it went to no, they had put pressure on the planchette... Enough pressure for it to make a squeaking noise as it was dragged against the board. Harley then got mad and asked them who they really were, Diable. It spelled Diable. Carlos, Jennifer, and Harley didn't know French. I did. I asked them how they died, and they went to no. I asked them how I will die, they went to yes. My friends looked at me. I then started to feel random pain in my abdomen, and I couldn't talk... So I just screamed. I don't know why, but that's what I did. My friends stared at me, doing nothing. My hand then got out of control, it started to do sign language. My friends knew I didn't understand sign language so they started to panic. Harley then knew this church down the street and she suggested we go there. Jennifer then reminded her its Wednesday, 1 in the morning. Harley then said we could go to a hospital, so we did. We got in the car, and I then passed out. I woke up in my bed, and my arm was back to normal. It was 6 in the morning, so I got up and went so Carlos' house. I asked him what happened last night. He was confused, and he asked me what do I mean. I told him about my hand and he said he didn't have a Ouija board nor did he see me yesterday. We stared at each other for a few moments. For some reason, I felt the blood rushing in my head. I started to get light headed, and then I fainted on the ground. I didn't wake up. I heard voices. They were familiar voices... They sounded like my parents. They were mumbling, whispering... It went completely silent.. Then I heard a scream. It sounded sort of like... Me? I couldn't talk. I couldn't move... I couldn't see. I then woke up in my bed again, and sat up, looked at my surroundings, I then lay in my bed again and started to cry.
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