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Charlotte woke up the next morning, forgetting what had happened the previous night. She gotten ready for school like she normally did, but she couldn't help but feel as if she were being followed.

When school ended, she went straight for her car to leave school. The faster she got to her car, the faster she could go home.

Charlotte got into her car and felt as if a figure was in the passenger seat. She turned, only to see nothing there. She felt uneasy, but continued to drive.

Lo and behold, there in the passenger seat sat Luke. After the car crash he had experienced, he definitely did not want to see another car. The fact that Charlotte was in the car changed everything, though. He watched as she turned on the ignition and drive out of her school's parking lot.

When they arrived, Luke knew what he wanted and he had every intention of getting it.

He tried to somehow move the Ouija board towards her, but since they said goodbye, his hand burned.

As Charlotte walked back into her room, she found the board again. As curious as she was, she picked it up again to begin another session. This made Luke incredibly happy.

H-E-L-L-O
A-G-A-I-N

"Who is this?"

L-U-K-E

Images of the previous night flashed into Charlotte's mind, "I talked to you last night, right?"

Yes.

"So... are you a good...spirit?"

Yes.

"Are you sure?"

I-D
L-I-K-E
T-O
T-H-I-N-K
S-O

Charlotte couldn't help but to giggle, "You're funny."

T-H-A-N-K
Y-O-U

"How old were you.. when you died?"

1-7

"This is a dumb question: are you... still seventeen?"

Yes.

"You stay the age you die?"

Yes.

"Does your friend still... stay... in this area?"

No.

"Where is he?"

S-O-U-T-H

"Southern California?"

Yes.

"Alright."

W-H-A-T
I-S
Y-O-U-R
N-A-M-E

"Charlotte." she said, with more ease. Somehow, she felt calmer playing this time then the night before.

Y-O-U-R-E
P-R-E-T-T-Y

"T-thank you." Charlotte blushed. She looked down at the floor and smiled. She loved compliments; giving and receiving them was one of the things she loved the most.

"I would say something about your appearence, but I can't see you." she sighed.

I-T-S
O-K

"Charlotte?" her mother called for her, knocking on the door to her bedroom

"Shit." she muttered, placing the ouija board back into its box, remembering to get every piece in the box. She remembered that she had to be reading, so she picked up her book. She remembered everything except for one thing.

She forgot to say goodbye.

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