The table rocked and rocked, with one side of it dipping so low Sonia thought it was going to topple over. The table suddenly came to a stop, giving the six girls sitting at it a moment's rest. Glancing at each other, Sonia saw that all concerned looked worried and terrified.
“I don't like this,” said Abby. “I think we should stop.”
“No,” Jaime chimed in. “We made contact with the dead, we can't just cut it off now.”
“I don't like this either,” said Clair to no one in particular.”I think we should just stop.”
“Lets go around the table and vote,” said Sonia.
They voted and four said continue, and two said stop. So they continued.
The girls started again and during the middle of their chanting Abby's heart was in her throat, beating so quickly it made her cough. Everything had changed suddenly, the room, the tone, the chants, the girls. She found herself in a dark long corridor with so many doors. Then came the high pitched screams, and the walls started to come closer together. Then she heard a distinct sound of buzzing coming from behind the doors.
Abby was allergic to bee stings so she started running away from the buzzing. The doors flew open and white faced hornets filled the hallway like smoke. The buzzing was so loud it drowned out her screaming and everything just went dark.
The table rocked and rocked, with one side of it dipping so low Sonia thought it was going to topple over. The table suddenly came to a stop, giving the five girls sitting at it a moment's rest.
“Something came through this time, I swear it grabbed my arm,” said Clair. “Damn, we got to stop.”
“No,” said Sonia. “Lets find out what it wants.”
“I think we can get it to tell us who he or she is,” said Jamie.
Curiosity burrowed into their conscience as the five girls started the chanting again, holding hands and swaying from side to side.
How did you die? Where you murdered? Was it violent?
Clair was free falling into a dark abyss. She couldn't catch her breath as she picked up speed, and everything around her was disappearing upwards. Then the darkness deliberately punished her body as she continued falling into nothingness. Finally death carved its mark on the young girl's body and she just vanished into the waiting arms of darkness.
The table rocked and rocked, with one side of it dipping so low Sonia thought it was going to topple over. The table suddenly came to a stop, giving the four girls sitting at it a moment's rest.
“I saw a shadow!” Jamie screamed.
“Friendly?” Sonia asked.
“I think so,” she replied excitedly. “Lets do it again, I want to ask it to reveal itself!”
“Okay,” Sonia smiled. “Lets do it.”
Jamie was showing patience as she smiled brightly as the seance began. Mid-night was near and October 31st was coming to an end. Jamie was tied to a metal chair. Her mouth was gagged and the heat was turned way up. It was indeed the Fall, but it felt like an August heat in the desert. Ghosts were curious in a morbid way. One of them pointed to a coagulated red pool of blood on the wooden floor.
The heat was too much for Jamie to take. She ripped through the restraints screaming with her forearms extended both palms covered in blood. Her head was spinning and the heat increased as she fell to the floor. She slowly looked up and saw the devil standing over her. He was the heat, and he had a hold of her. It was such a tight hold that she couldn't do anything but give in to his darkness.
The table rocked and rocked, with one side of it dipping so low Sonia thought it was going to topple over. The table suddenly came to a stop, giving the three girls sitting at it a moment's rest.......
© 2015 Frank Atanacio
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