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THE OUIJA BOARD
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by
Phoenix
Chapter
13
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THE CHAPTERS
Joe felt as he had been backhanded, hard, as he was knocked back against the fireplace. The force of the blow re-opened the gash on his forehead and he felt the warm blood trickle down his face.
‘Not good,’ he knew, ‘not good at all!’ Out of the corner of his eye he saw his brother slump to the ground and moved to help but couldn’t! It felt as if his wrists were being held in a vise-grip as he was pinned back against the cold stone. Hot breath on his face turned his blood cold and slowly his eyes began to shut; he fought it, but the darkness was too strong and he was so tired now…
A mere whimper escaped his throat as he struggled so hard against it…he did not want to die!
* * *
Wilson could see the shadows hovering over the boy as he moved towards Frank. They didn’t have much time left at all!
“CLOSE THE DOOR!” he yelled over his shoulder at Callie who stared at them, her eyes wide in her pale face, the fingers of one hand still lightly touching the Ouija board wedge.
His voice broke her shock and she nodded but then cried out, “The candles! They’re snuffed out!” She was right, as the only light in the room now came from the two flashlights lying haphazardly on the floor!
“Damnit!” the old man cursed as he knelt by Frank and shook his shoulder. “Frank!” He shook him a bit harder. “Come on, boy! Your brother needs you!” He glanced up and saw Joe fighting to stay conscious. “Damnit!” he growled, hauling Frank up and yelling into his face, “WE’RE LOSING HIM!”
* * *
Frank stared blankly into the old man’s face. His head was ringing oddly and he felt very detached – everything seemed so far away…too surreal. He could feel himself being shaken but couldn’t focus. He was still stunned by the force of the blow that had sent him reeling!
Wilson was yelling something and then the words slammed into him, “WE’RE LOSING HIM!”
Joe!
Wilson was talking about Joe!
Shaking his head to clear it, Frank grasped the older man’s hand, amazed by its strength, as Wilson hauled him to his feet. Turning to look at his brother, the nineteen-year-old gasped, feeling all the blood drain from his face. Something had the younger boy pinned against the fireplace wall – a something Frank couldn’t see!
“JOE!” he yelled, moving towards his brother. “Leave him alone!” he shouted as he grabbed Joe’s arm, but was unable to break him free of its grasp! ‘Blood!’ his mind screamed, ‘he needs my blood!’ Without giving it any further thought, Frank slammed his hand against the rough fireplace and dragged it down sharply, gasping as the abrasions stung and then bled! Satisfied, he reached up to press it against his brother’s forehead turning to Wilson for the words but the man wasn’t there! He was relighting the candles!
“WILSON!” Frank yelled and then jumped back – startled – as a barely conscious Joe recoiled violently under his touch and screamed out in agony! The older boy stared, horrified, as he watched his own blood – protective only moments ago – now burning his brother’s skin!
And then Wilson was there, pushing Frank out of the way and rubbing the blood off Joe’s forehead with the sleeve of his jacket….Behind them, Callie started to chant again!
“Oh spirits of the Ouija board…we have come here tonight to this place to seek out one who is willing to talk to us! We have questions, oh spirits, many questions…is there anyone willing to talk to us?”
* * *
‘Not good,’ the old man knew, as he could almost see the boy’s soul being bled from Joe’s body. ‘Not good at all!’ The teen didn’t have enough of his own blood left to bond with Frank’s – his system was poisoned by the leech, and his brother’s blood was like acid to him now! They were going to lose him!
‘Not if I can help it,’ Wilson vowed, drawing on his most desperate and powerful last resort. If this didn’t work…
“Hold him, Frank,” the old man yelled curtly, his mind screaming at Callie to hurry. “Hold him tight!”
* * *
The wedge gave a little shudder and slowly – purposefully – started to move…to the top and to the left… It stopped on a word.
Y E S
* * *
Frank moved quickly, wrapping his arms tightly around his brother’s chest. He was half afraid of causing Joe more pain, but his faith in Wilson was stronger!
* * *
“O spirit…thank you for your willingness to talk to us. What is your name, so we may address you as such?” She had to make sure it was Vlad!
Once again the wedge moved across the board, this time picking out letters…
* * *
Wilson pulled his talisman out from beneath his shirt. Hesitating only briefly, he held it tightly and whispered, “Mare bunic a proteja art.hot. copil. (great grandfather protect the child)” Kissing the pouch, he removed it from his neck and approached Joe.
* * *
V L A D I M I R.
Callie exhaled loudly – it was the right spirit! Throwing a glance over her shoulder at the struggle going on, she took a deep breath…
* * *
Wilson shoved the talisman down Joe’s shirt as he yelled, “Recognize that care is al tău! Tu abil have pe el! (Recognize that which is yours! You cannot have him!)”
Instantly the leech was repelled – almost as a physical presence flung across the room! At the same moment, Joe, released from its grip, sagged limply, only held up by Frank!
* * *
Callie screamed. “GOOD BYE!”
* * *
Around them the house seemed to shudder! Frank wrapped his arms even more tightly around his semi-conscious brother, determined to keep him safe – Joe’s ragged breathing was hot against his neck….
Wilson turned, his chest heaving, and stared at the board.
Ever so slowly the wedge started to move.
* * *
Callie turned, frightened, towards the old man as the whole house just went still – an eerie silence punctuated only by the slight scuff as the wedge moved….
And then it stopped!
Callie looked down.
Wilson held his breath.
Frank tensed.
Joe’s eyes, glazed and uncomprehending, shut….
* * *
The wedge had stopped on a word: GOOD BYE
A scream started from somewhere within the house, a piercing sound – ear-splitting…hair-raising – as door after door in the house slammed shut!
* * *
Frank lowered his unconscious brother gently to the ground and prepared to meet whatever was coming.
The door to the library shut with such force that the candles blew out, again, as a feeling of intense rage surrounded them! And then as suddenly as it had come…it was gone!
One by one, Callie, Wilson and then Frank dropped to the ground!
“No,” Frank whispered, desperately trying to fight the oppressing darkness as he reached for his brother, but his eyes closed and he collapsed, his fingers barely brushing Joe’s arm.
It was over.
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