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"Fine. Fine, let's do it," Piper sighs, walking over and sitting back down on the couch.
"Vera?' Hazel looks over at me, and I gnaw on the corner of my lip. I want to, but I've also heard enough shit about Ouija boards that I know this could be the stupidest thing I'll ever do. There's a mile-long list of things that could happen because of it. But should I do it? Do I really want to risk it?
The three of them sit on the floor, the old leather box between them, and my skin grows warm. I want to. The evil, doesn’t care about anything, part of me wants to do something bad. See if I can talk to someone.
But not just anyone.
"Ah, fuck it. Let's do it." I walk over to the couch, sitting next to Piper, excitement and anticipation building in my belly.
Blaire walks over to the table, pushing it back in front of us. "I'm not asking the questions this time."
"I'll ask the questions," Hazel says, opening the box and setting the board on the table.
It's long, rectangular, and looks thick. This one definitely looks authentic, nearly decades old. The letters are painted with what looks like calligraphy or some Gothic script. She sets the planchette on the table, and I pick it up, feeling its weight between my fingers.
It's heavy. Heavier than I thought it would be. The rounded bottom curves around to the pointed top. The thick wood is cut out in the center and a foggy piece of glass covers the space. This piece looks old, too. Worn. Small carvings and details line the wood, swirls, and designs, and what looks like letters, although they aren't words I understand or know how to read.
Latin, maybe?
"Where did you get this thing?" I flip it back and forth between my hands. "This thing looks ancient."
Hazel shrugs. "It’s been in my family for generations."
I set it down, feeling like it leaves a residue or some type of remnant on my fingers. I rub them together, not liking the feeling in the slightest.
"Ready?" Blaire asks, picking up the planchette and setting it in the middle of the board.
Piper and Hazel place their fingers on the planchette, and Blaire does the same.
"What do we do?" I ask, feeling the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.
"Just put your fingers on the edge," Blaire says, sliding her fingers over to give me some room.
I do as she asks, and it feels like the energy sucks from the room, filling the planchette against my fingertips.
"Is anyone here?" Blaire asks after a second.
I breathe through my nose, my fingers trembling as I wait.
"Is anyone in here with us?" she asks again.
"Are there any spirits present?" I choke out.
They look at me, and I glance down at the board. "I think you have to ask formally."
I watch the board, waiting for any kind of movement.
My fingers start being tugged, the wooden piece below me twitching against the board. Once it starts to move, my eyes widen. I look up at Piper. "Are you doing this?"
She shakes her head.
I look at Blaire and Hazel. "This isn't a fucking joke. Who's doing this?"
"I'm not," Hazel whispers, watching the wooden piece move up to the top of the board. It veers left, ending with the tip pointed atyes.
I let out a shaky breath, ready to lift my fingers. "I can't—"
"Don't!" Piper shouts. "Don't lift your fingers. We have to finish the game. It's the rules."
