Beware the creature that stalks on All Hallows Eve, when the supernatural roam the Earth and cause mischief among the living. The Halloween Spirit is the worst of them all, giving the humans a good scare to boost their belief in the joyous holiday...
I hope you're having a better time today than me. Sadly, my favorite holiday was ruined by a snow storm. That ain't stopping me, though! At least we can all celebrate with this new chapter, right?
~Enjoy, my lovelies~
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My feet pounded up the steps, in a hurry to reach my room and talk to Jack before it gets too late in the night. Though the spirit often stays up late anyways, I unfortunately have school in the morning, so my window of free time is running a bit short. I never got the chance to catch up with him after our conversation with Nathan since classes were a whirlwind and I was tied up with homework afterwards. Even when I was finished with that, mom and dad decided we should go out to eat for dinner today. I had no complaints about that, however, since the food was so good, but I was curious about why he left so soon earlier. I'm usually the one to end our calls, since I'm sure if he were able, he'd talk forever.
I suppose he could have just gotten busy with something, but I've had this strange inkling that I should check to make sure everything is fine. I set up the ouija board on the bed after smoothing out the cream sheets so that the surface would be flat. I then arrange the pillows comfortably behind my back as Whiskers stretches out his arms with a yawn. He must've slept the whole while we were gone, according to his bed-head. A little shake was all that was needed to make the fur look fluffy, like normal. The cat's eyes stared intently at the planchette when I placed my hands on top of it and called out to my otherworldly friend.
"Hello? Jack, are you there?" I whispered, not wanting my parents to hear me and interrupt. I wait patiently, as always, for his response.
A few minutes passed... Okay, a lot of minutes. So many minutes, in fact, I became worried and confused. It never takes this long.
'Is everything okay? Is the connection funky? It shouldn't be. We've been able to talk perfectly fine until now. Maybe if I call out to him again, it'll work?'
"Jack? Can you hear me? This isn't funny. Come on, answer." I didn't mean to sound so desperate, truly, but the longer he took to respond, the more lonely I began to feel. My heart was sinking with each passing second, and I began wondering if maybe I did something to upset him, but what? As I was about to call out a third time, the planchette finally moved towards "YES". I felt a weight come off my shoulders as I threw my head back in relief. I was so scared we might have lost our only means of communication. My E/C eyes shut for a moment as I collected myself before looking down at the board again with a smile. "You had me going for a minute there. I thought something funky happened to the connection."
