Author's note: Please forgive any grammar mistakes. I do not have an editor (Email me if interested) and when I proof read, my mind corrects any of my mistakes because I know what I was trying to say.
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What Have I Done? :
I was finally home. It had been a stressful day at college as my professors were doing their absolute best to cram as much information into my brain for next week's finals as they possibly could. But the sun was out and I was overly excited. Not because I was free from school, not even close with the mountain of homework I had to accomplish. Nope. It's because I stopped at the store on my way home to get something I always wanted to try: an Ouija board. Ever since I was little, I had been fascinated with the paranormal and I now felt I was ready to take the next step and attempt communication.
I ran inside, except for when I tripped over the top step on my way in. Mom was in the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, her typical 'I'm watching my soap opera so don't bother me until it's a commercial attire.'
"Hey Zachary, how was school?" Mom asked as I briskly walked in the door. It must be a commercial.
"Sucked. My mind might explode from all the finals prep the professors are unloading on us."
"Hang in there. Only one more week until summer vacation, then your mind can explode all it wants," Mom smiled. "What's in the bag?"
"Something I needed for school." No way was I about to tell my mom I bought an Ouija board. We had talked in the past about it and she is dead set against them. Never really gave me a clear reason except she just didn't like the concept of communicating with the dead.
I went upstairs to my room, shut the door, and hopped onto my bed. I nearly destroyed the box as I unwrapped my soon to be fun. I placed the board in front of me and put the planchette in the center. I took a couple deep breaths and with a smile, I put my fingers to the planchette and asked, "Is someone here with me?"
Nothing. I sat disappointed for a minute and tried again, "If anybody is present with me, can you please state your name?"
This time, the planchette shivered against my fingers. My euphoria came back, "My names Zach, what's yours?"
L-U-S-T
"Lust?" I unintentionally let out a snicker, "Okay Lust, is there anything I can do to help you pass to the other side?"
L-U-S-T
"Yeah, we established..." I was silenced by the frantic movements of the planchette.
L-U-S-T
Those are the only four letters to which the planchette moved.
L-U-S-T
It was going at breakneck speed and I felt a tingling in my fingers.
L-U-S-T
I tried releasing the planchette and couldn't.
L-U-S-T
The tingling sensation was half way up my arms.
L-U-S-T
My body tensed up in fear.
L-U-S-T
I didn't know what to do. I heard myself shout, "Mom." I didn't say that, but the word escaped my lips. It came out fearful, which I was, but there was no way I wanted her to see what I was doing.
'Relax kid, I called her.' The voice was sinister in nature but I didn't know where it came from. The planchette stopped and my fingers finally released it. I would have been happy if I wasn't petrified about the voice that seemingly came from nowhere. My head was on a swivel, trying to isolate where it had come from.
"Mom, can you come here for a minute?" I didn't say that either.
"What the fuck?" I said that as I glanced under the bed.
The voice laughed something that would have made the devil proud. 'For a college puke, you sure are stupid. I'm inside you dumb ass.'
"Who are you?"
'I think the question should be 'what am I?' but you don't need to know that.'
"What..."
The voice cut me off, 'And let me tell you, there are going to be a few changes around here, like this.'
I was instantaneously hard. Harder than I have ever been and it hurt. "Ow." I pulled down my pants and stroked my erection just to try get rid of the pain it was causing. I never before needed release as I did right now.
'It won't work, but stroke all you like. It feels good though,' The voice chuckled.
"Why are you doing this?" My face cringed as my hand was defying the laws of physics in its speed.
'We're waiting for someone.' With those words, I could literally picture the voice tapping its fingers against a table, or my brain.
There was a soft knock on the door, "Zach, what did you need? I only have a minute..."
'NO!' I tried to scream but nothing escaped my lips. The voice laughed as my door opened and my mother saw me in all my glory.