****WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS DEMONIC AND/OR SATANIC CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK****
“Come on, you’ll be fine,” Dalton persuades. You run your hand over your arm, nervously looking down at the Ouija Board set out on the table.
“I don’t know, Dalton. I mean, my parents are both religious, and what if one of us ends up getting possessed, what would we do then?” You ramble. Dalton sighs and walks over to where you’re standing, putting his hands on your arms and looking down into your eyes.
“Babe, you have nothing to be worried about, okay? I’ll be here with you, and we can always end it if it gets to be too much for you,” he comforts, smiling down at you. You sigh, thinking about what he said.
“Fine. But you’re the one asking the questions,” you reply. Dalton chuckles and gives you a kiss on the forehead, pulling you into a hug.You both sit down on either side of the table, the Ouija Board placed carefully between you two. Dalton strikes a match and lights the white candle standing next to the board. The lights are dim, setting the mood. Dalton looks up at you, a serious expression on his face.
“Ready?” he asks. You take a deep, shaky breath before answering.
“Ready,” Dalton places his index and middle fingers on the pointer, so you do the same.
“Are there any spirits in the room?” Dalton asks in a clear voice. You stare at the pointer immensely, hoping it wouldn’t move. After a few seconds of silence, the pointer slowly started moving across the board. You could feel your heart leap into your throat as it rests on “YES”. Dalton glances up at you with a seemingly calm expression, but you could see the fear building in his eyes.
“How many spirits are present?” Dalton asks. The pointer starts to move around the board frantically, as if there were several spirits trying to control it at once. It finally rests on the number three. You feel the goosebumps rise on your arms as it rests there.
“Who are we currently speaking to?” Dalton questions, his voice wavering slightly. The pointer starts to move quickly, almost too quick to register the name the spirit was spelling. M-A-T-T-H-E-W.
“Matthew, thats your name, is that correct?” Dalton reassures. The pointer quickly moves to “YES”. You shiver at the experience of this happening.
“Matthew, may I ask, are you a good or bad spirit?” Dalton asks in a shaky voice. Seconds of silence pass as the pointer stays still. “Matthew, are you still here?” The pointer moves to “YES”.
“I’m going to ask again, Matthew. Are you a good or bad spirit?” Dalton asks again. The pointer slowly moves to the moon symbol in the corner of the board.
“Wait, what does that mean. Dalton what does the moon symbol mean?” You frantically ask.
“I- I don’t know,” Dalton replies. He swallows hard before clearing his throat.
“What does the moon symbol mean, Matthew?” he asks the spirit. The pointer moves to spell out two words. M-O-V-E O-N.
“Okay, we’ll move on,” Dalton says, not wanting to upset the spirit. Your hands are sweaty because of the nerves and your stomach flips every time Dalton asks another question. All of a sudden, the pointer starts moving again, this time making figure eights on the board.
“Dalton, what’s he doing,” you question, fear filling your body.
“I have no idea,” he replies. The pointer continues to make the figure eights, getting faster each time. All of a sudden, a streak of white quickly emerges from the board and hits Dalton, knocking him over.
“Dalton!” you rush over to him and help him sit up. He rubs his head with a confused look on his face. “Are you alright?” you ask him, cautiously inspecting his head.
“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine,” he replies. You sit down next to him.
“Here, look at me, I want to make sure you didn’t get a concussion, you hi your head pretty hard there,” you say. You inspect his eyes. and conclude that he was fine. Little did you notice that his blue eyes were darkening, and as soon as you looked away,
His eyes were completely black.