It would be helpful to read Chapter 1 first otherwise it might be a bit confusing. Other than that, enjoy! Let me know what you think of my second chapter.
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The dimly lit living room was coated with broken glass, porcelain and droplets of blood. The stereo continued to play Nirvana quietly in the background of the screaming and moans of terror from my beloved friends.
A musty smell lingered in the air and a sour taste was on my tongue and I gasped and begged for mercy soundlessly. A red solo cup brimming with coke fell on its side, dripping off the counter and pooling into a carbonated brown puddle on the kitchen lino. The harsh lighting off the kitchen glared into my eyes, highlighting the chaotic, terrifying scene laid before my wide, frightened eyes.
The figure above me suddenly stopped molesting me and vanished into thin air, leaving me high and dry. Precariously I lifted my head up, testing to see if the invisible barrier still remained. I lifted my petite frame into an upright position, glancing down at my knee high socks before hopping up on one foot and lifting myself up off the lino, yanking my shorts back up.
I quickly turned my attention to my wounded knee, which had now stopped bleeding. Pulling my sock up over my knee, I hobbled into the lounge, afraid of what I might see. The supernatural presence had relinquished its grip on my friends who were slowly standing up, checking for serious injuries. Ryan was crouched over Sara, scanning her for deep cuts and shards of glass. Fortunately, she'd scathed out without any serious injury and leaning on Ryan, pushed herself up.
The other 3 boys were attempting to repair the furniture unsuccessfully. I tiptoed over to Sara, who shakily wrapped her arms around me, burying her face into my neck.
"I'm so sorry Sara. I- I wish I had known... God, I am such an idiot." I wrapped my arms around her chest. "Whatever it was, it's gone now." I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears. I had to keep it together for everyone. If I became hysteric it wouldn't help anything. I was terrified but I had to conceal my terror; my shaking probably gave that away.
She wrapped her arms around me tighter. "This is so fucked up. If I hadn't brought that board now none of this would've happened." She paused. "What happens now?" She trembled.
I was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I think it's gone." I prayed this were true.
I never believed that Ouija boards were real. I assumed they were simply a clever corporate idea, cheap to process and manufacture but lured customers in with the supernatural element. It was all a fear of the unknown, I guessed. That was why I had been so quick to participate. I mulled this over in my head while comforting everyone in the room.
I was eager to put this night behind me and send everyone home. It didn't take much convincing from me and soon everyone had grabbed their bags and rushed to the door. Sara had offered to let me stay at hers but I gently declined her offer - I just wanted to clean up as best I could and go to bed.
Jake opened the front door and stepped out the house. Daniel and Connor followed then Sara and Ryan.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright? I feel weird about letting you stay here alone. I can stay here if -" Ryan started. His big blue eyes were filled with concern.
"I'll be fine, Ry." I stopped him. "Just need to put this shitty night behind me." I sighed. Any other time I would have jumping for joy at the prospect of Ryan staying the night, but right now I just felt exhausted from the nights events. I could feel a part of myself screaming at the fact that I turned down his offer but I pushed that down.
Jake stood a few feet away from the door, fidgeting nervously. "Maybe you ought to call the police." He coughed into his hand. "I mean, they can help. We were attacked - God knows what happened to you in the kitchen." He stared me closely in the eyes after the last word. My mind immediately thought back to that and I shuddered softly.
As though he could read my mind, I looked away from him towards the ground. No one said a word for a minute or so, and then Connor piped up.
"I think it best" He started slowly, "We don't mention this to the feds. Let's face it - they're not going to believe us, they'll think we've taken something like Acid. Then there's going to be questions - questions we don't have the answer to. Questions we may never have the answer to." As he said this he stared at us individually, his eyes serious.
He was right. Plus, it would kill me if I had to explain what had happened to me. I couldn't go through that, not if they thought it was a load of shit. After a mutual decision of keeping quiet, they left.
I closed the door behind them and stepped back into the house fearfully. I sighed and picked up a broom from the kitchen, sweeping up the broken glass into the dustpan before emptying it into the black bin in my garden. I swept every inch of the carpet, shelves and ledges, checking for any sly shards left over. The mirror was completely wrecked. I knew my parents were going to kill me for that. I couldn't do much about it for now so I slipped a blanket over it. The stereo continued to play quietly and it was creeping me out so I turned it off before switching the light off and heading into the kitchen.
What could I say? 'Oh jeez, sorry Dad, I said Candy man 3 times and the ugly fuck broke the mirror with his reflection.' I snorted aloud at this. I wiped down the sticky counters and finished off the rest of the vodka then chucked the glass bottles into the bin. I collected up the empty beer cans and threw them in too. I took a quick look around the room. That'll do. I gave a collective sigh, throwing the emotions of the night into it.
Hesitantly I switched off the kitchen light, afraid of being in total darkness. I turned on the upstairs light and padded up the stairs, trembling as the emotions of the night caught up with me. I just wanted someone to hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
