"I'm telling you this right now, it's not going to work" Sam insists, placing his hands on the planchette.
trying to do anything remotely spiritual with Sam was a complete drag.
"It just might"
We were sitting on my bedroom carpet, with the Ouija board laying in front of us.
If you couldn't tell already, this was my idea
"What are you scared?" I ask in a mocking tone.
I was pretty sure it wouldn't work, it hadn't work the many times before I had tried it. But I wanted to fuck with him a little.
"N-no" he stutters, looking around the room. Making it even more obvious than it was before.
"If there are any spirits here, please make yourself known" I say, spinning the planchette around the board two times.
I slowly pulling the planchette to yes, trying to make it seem like it wasn't me.
He quickly looks up at me, then pulls his hand of the board. And scoots back alittle.
"Don't be pussy" I say with an eyeroll, causing his to scoot up agian.
He slowly adds his fingers to the board.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Sam" he replies, idiot like.
"I'm talking to the spirit, Dipshit"
