So Scary 8- The Restless Spirit
Have you ever wondered what's it like to meet a ghost of your wildest dreams? Think again. Because this time, I just don't have the slightest idea about how to start this wonderful journey of the supernatural. But at this time of Christmas, I shouldn't be doing it because they are dark forces at work, and my goth friend, Rebecca used to tell me all about it.
Eventually we did that, just to have some fun. It happened last year in Halloween. But later, it turned out to be serious when Rebecca warned me about using the Ouija board and its side effects. I've always wanted to talk to my dead father because I've never seen him before, since I was little. It was hard to remember him these days, and I often wished that my mother would keep some memories of him.
So, I did the unthinkable. I had to call him out and see if he was still there, somewhere along the lines of the netherworld. At first, I was truly scared about what I was doing here. Luckily, I wasn't hurt or anything else. What matters was that I had to talk to my father and see how he was doing.
I had to light up the candles in my bedroom. At this time of night, my mother was sound asleep. I hoped that she wouldn't find out about it, because the last time she saw Rebecca and me conjuring up spirits, she became very upset. So, she threw the Ouija board away somewhere in the garage, where I couldn't see it.
I had to search for it when she wasn't around. Since she was too busy at work, I went to the garage and searched for the board. Luckily, she forgot to throw it in the waste bin. Otherwise, I would have to buy another one. I bet Rebecca has one of these things at her place. But I knew she wouldn't allow me, because she was too afraid about what I might get myself into.
So, I waited to see what happens. All the bright candles blew off, and that I could feel an eerie presence in my room. I've asked several questions to know who the spirit was. The planchette moved on its own. Sometimes, it would say Yes, or No. I began to wonder that this conjuring practice might be the biggest mistake of my life. I shouldn't be doing this, especially in this time of year. But it was too late.
I felt something touched me, but I didn't know what it was. I've asked, "Who are you?" There was no answer.
The bed rumbled on its own. I almost fell down on the floor. I was scared to death. Eventually, I had to stop asking questions to whoever was here in my bedroom. I used to think that conjuring up my dead father would finally relive me of all the tensions in my life. But that wasn't the case. Eventually, I have to learn how to move on with my life, rather than dabbling with the occult. That was something my mother wouldn't want me to do. But I was too desperate to see my dead father. That is if I could really see him.
But it didn't turn out to be my father at all. It was something else. Windows smashed and the chairs flew away, like something had picked them up, and was about to throw them on the floor. I screamed so loud that I could hear several footsteps on the other side of the room. This time, my mother called out my name. She even knocked the door, several times.
"MOM!" I cried out after her. Then something grabbed my hair and I screamed.
"Whoever you are... Please stop!" But the spirit didn't stop. It still grabbed my hair and then pulled me away. I hit the wall so hard that I could see flying colors.
Then the door opened, and I could hear Rebecca's voice chanting the words that I haven't heard before. My Mom used to tell me to never hang out with a goth friend like her, because she was too focused on the occult stuff. People in high school would think that she was a freak. But she was my best friend, and that I didn't care about it.
It seemed that everything was back to normal. Rebecca told me that it was a restless spirit, who once died in this house. My mother looked at her as if she couldn't believe any of it.
"It's true," Rebecca said. "The guy was killed at Christmas night. Nobody knows who killed him. But I did manage to find out who the killer was. It told me."
I've asked her who it was. A few moments of silence. Then Rebecca looked awkwardly at my own mother.
Next story- Death Wish.
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