Stand Up And Scream (BVB)

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"What the hell is that?" I hear a creeped-out Jinxx say, pointing to the Ouija board in Ashley's hands. He had just gotten back from whatever bar he had been to, only this time without a slut and with the board tucked nicely into his hands.

"Yeah, Ash...Why do you have that thing?" Jake asks, peeking out from behind Jinxx, who's still half-heatedly point at the piece of shiny wood. CC lay on the couch with his head down, still tired and hungover from his early morning bar hop.

I, however, just sit in the middle of the floor patiently, staring at the board with a slight glaze over my eyes. It feels so...weird, looking at it. The board is nothing short of dull. It has a nice, blueish-grey shine to it over the words, locking in that mystical feel of wanting to try it out.

I won't lie: I've always wanted to prove this 'paranormal' shit wrong. Now's the perfect time to do it.

"What do you think it is? Your mother's face on a piece of wood? Fuck, no. It's exactly what you think it is; an Ouija board." Ash hisses at Jake, before plopping himself onto the floor beside me. He gives me a small smirk before tossing the board in front of me.

"Where'd you get this. Ash..." I ask, running my pale fingers over the black lettering. Jake makes a small screeching sound before turning to Jinxx.

"Don't tell me you guys are going to do that? Are you, will you?"

"I don't see anything really wrong in trying it, I've always wanted to do it Jake." Jinxx smirks back, before sitting down beside me, as CC slowly crawls off the couch.

"Okay, yep, that's it. Fuck this shit, if you all wanna get cursed or something, I'll be in the back room safe from the forces of the undead!" Jake complains once more, before disappearing into the darkness. CC makes his way beside Jinxx, still tired as hell as he keeps leaning on Jinxx's shoulders for support.

"Oh!" I hear Jake shout from the backroom, walking over to me and ripping my cross necklace off, burning the side of my neck with the chain.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

"I'll need it more than you to stay alive, and besides...I lost mine." Jake adds in, before running back to the backroom and slamming the door closed. I rub my hand over the side of my neck, as Ashley sighs and wraps his arms around my waist, earning a small squeak from me.

"He's just overreacting. Turn your head and let me see, I thought I saw blood." Ash says, making Jinxx glace over at me worriedly as Ash turns my head to the side, gently running his fingers over the cut, making it burn.

"I'm fine! I'm fine, let's just get this over with so the presit back there will give me my damned necklace back." I wince out, rubbing my hand over the cut again and feeling a little drop of blood cover it.

Ash sighs and lights up a candle, while Jinxx drags CC around to turn the lights off. I place the pointer thing on the board at the "Hello" part, seeing as how that was the best place to start.

"I'll show Jake, there's no such thing as ghosts." I think to myself quietly.

Everyone regains their places in the circle, CC now a bit more awake than before the whole necklace incident. The small glow of the candle illuminates the board, and as everyone grabs the pointer with one hand, I hear Ash whisper int my ear "Don't worry, it's always a big hoax."

Yeah, it is isn't it?

 I clear my throat, before breathing in the suddenly cold air of the room.

"Is anyone here with us?"

The pointer slowly moved over 'Yes'

"Who moved it?" I ask, laughing a bit as Ashley smirks weirdly.

"I didn't, and he couldn't even if he tried!" Jinxx says, pointing to CC who jumps back to life.

"Wait, wha?" He says, and I shake my head.

"Alright, then what's your name?" I sigh, reveling as the pointer moves quickly over the letters. It soon spells out "Belisha".

"Ha, okay, who moved it? Seriously?" I ask, gaining weird looks from everyone except Ash.

"For all we know, you did it." CC yawns out, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"The hell I did, who's moving it?" I say once more, before the candle blows out and the room grows dark.

"Aw"

"Who blew the candle out?"

"The windows aren't open..."

I stay silent as I feel some sort of, cold breath on the back of my neck. I release my fingers away from the pointer, before slowly turning my head to see a black haired girl leaning over my shoulder. Her cold fingers wrap around my shoulder, digging into my skin and making me wince out in pain.

"I did." I hear her scratchy, high-pitched voice speak into the room, silencing the others as the room turns pitch black, and the presence of my friends disappears.

And the last thing I hear before passing out is the sound of maniacal laughter echoing far away from me.

The laugh of the little girl.