Visits

Life after grandma dying didn’t seem the same. I really had no one to talk to anymore, was always distracted at school and distanced myself from all my friends. Months went by before my friends decided to force a conversation with me. My three closest friend’s Daisy, Cindy, and Olivia all approached me after school one day and forced me to sit down and talk with them. I agreed, so we went to go talk on the school playground. As I sat on the first swing Daisy broke the silence by explaining that she came across a way to talk to family members that weren’t around anymore. I stoped swinging and without looking at Daisy asked, “communicating with the dead”? Ignoring my question, Cindy then shared how Daisy and her were talking to her grandma, Cindy’s grandma then explained to them about a board game they could make to help me communicate with my grandma. I asked Cindy what started this conversation they both stayed quite and together they said Cindy’s grandma just told them. Olivia tried comforting me by saying a lot of people have tried communicating with their loved ones and some actually got to talk to them. I was very skeptical and still shocked they would try and bring this up, but honestly I was very curious as I missed conversing with my grandma. After talking some more about what would be needed and were to go to do this, we decided to meet at the closest cemetery to our houses on Friday at 2 am, an hour before the witching hour.

The next two days went by as usual except for the nights. I would dream about hearing a noise that sounded like wings flapping and a tapping at a window, but I couldn’t see anything. I kept these dreams to myself never telling anyone what I had dreamt that nights before our encounter with this board game. I soon learned that this was no game at all. What we would all soon learn, all four of us.

Friday night came sooner than expected, my clock read 1:55 am as I slowly climbed out my window. As I made my way down the side of my house I was thinking of everything that might happen tonight. Racing thoughts of weather this would work or not played through my mind. Those two blocks felt like forever as I thought about what we were about to do and where. First person I seen was Olivia then Daisy and finally Cindy. We all brought the supplies we needed for this to work and started making our way to the center of the cemetery. Nobody said a word, no words were needed to be said as we all knew what to do. Cindy had brought an old game board, flipping it over to the empty black side and started writing on it with chalk. She wrote yes then no and finally my grandmas name at the very top center. Daisy pulled out a small piece of pottery and placed it in the middle of the board. Olivia then lit candles, 5 to be exact and then drew a circle around us. I finally placed a piece of my grandmas jewelry by her name and we all put our hands on the piece of pottery in the middle. In one voice we all said, “we are here to talk to the soul of Emily Ross.”We stayed quite for a couple seconds, then I proceeded to ask, “grandma are you there?” We all froze as we all felt the pottery piece move towards the written yes on the board. I felt the hairs on my neck rise and felt a very heavy presence. Something didn’t feel right and it sure didn’t feel like grandma. I started getting worried and so was everyone else. Olivia couldn’t help herself and started crying letting go of the pottery piece. I slowly murmured out, “ I don’t want to ask anymore questions.” As I looked up at Daisy I noticed something was wrong with Daisy. She was just starting at me but her eyes seemed darker. As soon as I said, “ Daisy what’s wrong with your eyes?” the candles went out. We all started screaming and panicking, running off in the dark untill we came to the entrance were there was some light. We all stopped and looked realizing the only one missing was Daisy. Then we heard her scream from within the cemetery. But her scream was very painful and nerve wrecking. It sent chills down my spine and made us turn pale. Cindy scrambled to pull out her phone to call the cops, while I ran back towards the cemetery looking for Daisy. As I ran closer and closer to those screams, I began to feal cold and scared. I stopped dead in my tracks after I saw what laid in front of me. Daisy’s body was all twisted up and bones were sticking out of her body piercing through her skin. I couldn’t get myself to scream or say anything I was frozen. Then I heard it the flapping of wings as they grew closer and closer. I noticed what looked like an owl land in the tree above us. Then I heard Daisy painfully whisper, “ help me, please help me!” I was frozen with fear as I heard the flapping of wings then a loud thud behind me. I heard two footsteps followed by a voice a very deep, disturbing, raspy voice. It said, “curiosity killed the little ones.”

To Be Continued….