Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
One Year Later
Day Of The Threat
Night Time
It was already night time.
He already had finished his dinner earlier.
He hadn’t been that successful doing this before, because he
did it during the day.
Now he was doing it again.
Only this time, he was doing it during the night.
It was also quite creepy too.
Barry had just lit his last candle, with his own plastic butane lighter. He put it down, right next to him.
The candles were placed around the Ouija board.
He switched the bedroom lights off, leaving the candle flames to be his only source of light.
He had never been more scared to be in his own bedroom.
This is like the horror movies!!!!, he thought.
He always imagined that he was going to be communicating with some spirits. And the one that he might summon, could be an evil one.
Bedroom window was closed, with curtains pulled over.
He then sat cross-legged by the board, putting fingertips on the planchette.
Barry looked at the wall were his dreamcatcher was supposed to be hanging. He had to put it outside, for now.
He also told his parents that he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Barry tried staying focus.
He was breathing in.
He was breathing out.
He was breathing in again.
He was breathing out again.
He wished he had friends to do this with.
Abby Walsh, if he now considered her a friend, was probably still working at Sam’s Diner. He knew she sometimes did night shifts.
He didn’t know the Jacobson kids that well, nor did he even really hung out with them. He even thought of approaching some of the gothic students, even the ones from his classes, but they were probably going to give him the cold shoulder.
Ever since he attended New Sumer High School, he ceased being ‘the popular kid’. That wasn’t the case, back at his old school.
It was nice to have been a part of the most popular clique at school. The ones from New Sumer High, were already dead.
He knew who killed them!!!!
“Is there a spirit in the room with me here tonight????” Barry asked out loud.
The planchette moved, dragging Barry’s fingertips with it, resting its window hole on the marked word “YES”.
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