Random One-Shots

Ouija

  My breath caught.

  "What was that?" My voice was barely audible.

  A chill ran through my body and my skin prickled. Suddenly, my fingers went numb.

  The piece still moved.

  "What? I- How... How is this... Possible?"

  The planchette moved slowly across the board starting to spell words out.

  Y. O. U.

  My hands shook.

  "Don't! Don't take your fingers off! That would break the rules. And if you break them, so can they," Robin sounded panicked.

  I wanted to look at her, find any sign that this was a joke, but I couldn't tear my eyes from the board.

  The planchette continued to slide across the board even as I tried to force its movement to stop.

  C. A. N. T.

  "This is insane! It isn't real! It- It can't be!"

  The piece slid again and I gasped. "I can't. I'm sorry, Robin, I'm done." I pulled my fingers from the planchette.

  "No!" Robin reached for my arm in an attempt to pull my hand back and removed her fingers in the process.

  I shook my head and started to turn away but headed the scrape of wood on wood and stopped. I slowly turned and watched in horror as the piece continued to move.

  E. S. C. A. P. E.

  "No! Do you realize what you've done?!" She looked at me, wide eyed and terrified.

  As she spoke, the temperature in the room dropped by at least thirty degrees and I gasped. It was so cold I could see my breath.

  "It's... Not a game. You weren't moving the pieces..." I stared at the board with the kind of fascinated horror that forces you to watch a car crash. I shook my head. "No... It has to be a game..."

  "Of course it's not! And you've just screwed us both!"

  Once the words were out of her mouth, Robin's breathing became erratic and I whipped my head around to look at her. She was looking down, holding her throat, and borderline hyperventilating.

  "Robin?" I edged towed her. Suddenly her breathing stopped.

  The cold in the room intensified and I swung around and started running for the door, but suddenly I felt dizzy and stumbled,  almost falling. Robin started to laugh but it didn't sound like her. The voice was too hoarse, too husky, like she hadn't used it in a while. 

  "Go ahead, Bianca. Keep doing what you've been doing."

  I turned once again and faced her. 

  Her eyes looked glassy. Almost... Dead. I shivered.

  I heard a whisper behind me and my vision started to go dark.

  "Keep telling yourself its just a game."

  My vision blacked out and I pitched forward.