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You may wonder why I joined the Ghostbuster agency, even though I'm terrified of spirits. However, my excitement about them outweighs my fears.. two, I haven't told my parents yet, but I believe they will never support my decision. Let me take you back to the beginning.
I remember the day when my friend Shweta and I decided to use the Ouija board. We couldn't resist the temptation of attempting to communicate with the other side.
Listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once.
Under no circumstances should you buy or attempt to make a Ouija board. It's recommended that you stay away from it altogether.
We found it on an eBay clone site. Seemed quite legit. Shweta ordered it. After it arrived, we read all the websites we could find on or about using a Ouija board. Bought candles, black, white and violet. Salt. Flash Light. We made all the preparations.
We got our hands on the keys to the empty flat on the third floor. It had just been empty for years now, so we thought it would be a good place.
It was evening. 6oclock we entered the flat and locked it from the inside. The empty room carried an air of uneasiness and mystery.
We cleaned the area for the ritual. Set up candles and the salt circle. the white candles for spiritual connection. Violet ones for heightened psychic abilities and last but most important ones Black for protection.
The stage was set.
The room was cold. light dim. Eerie shadows cast in the flickering candlelight. We held our hands on the planchette, our fingers trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Is there anyone here?" Shweta asked, her voice trembling.
NO ANSWER
"Is there anyone here?" I asked, quietly.
STILL NO ANSWER
As we sat in silence, waiting for a response from the Ouija board, the planchette remained still, leaving us both frustrated. Our doubts about the board's authenticity grew, and we ultimately dismissed it as nothing more than a gimmick. "This is rubbish," I muttered with disappointment. "Perhaps it's all just a scam."
I got up and picked up the dammed Ouija board. Erased the salt circle and walked towards the door. "Shweta, we'll come and clean this mess tomorrow," I said trying to open the door.
NO REPLY
I tried opening the locked door. It's not working. WHY?
"Shweta, what are you doing sitting there? Come here." The lock seemed to be stuck. Old and rusty, doomed to happen.
"Kaya?" I hear Shweta whisper.
As I turned around. The room seemed to grow darker. The candle's flame shrinks to a mere glimmer. An icy chill swept through the room, sending shivers down our spines. I looked at Shweta. Her face drained of colour, and she collapsed onto the floor in a dead faint.
I rushed towards her. I felt a sense of panic as I tried to understand the situation. Trying to wake her up, but she remained unconscious. My heart throbbed in my chest as I realized that something beyond our understanding was at play.
Everything slowly returned to normal as the candle flame regained its vigour and the coldness dissipated from the air. Shweta slowly opened her eyes and met my gaze. We shared a look of bewilderment and terror.
What... what just happened?" Shweta whispered, her voice quivering.
"I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."maybe my mind was playing tricks."
We gathered our things, including the Ouija board, in silence. Despite the room returning to normal, we couldn't forget our bizarre encounter. Upon leaving, an ominous presence lingered, haunting us.
We made a promise to never mess with the supernatural after that night. I left behind the Ouija board as a reminder of the horrors we faced. We'll always remember that terrifying experience as a warning to leave certain mysteries untouched and buried in the shadows.
What about the promise you may ask? Oh well, had to break it. When you realise that once you dabble with the world of the unknown, there is no going back.
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My heart pounded against my ribcage with the force of a frantic bird. The sunlight slit in through the half-opened curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the empty classroom. I cursed myself for forgetting that I had tuition class today. Every moment that passed was another nail in the coffin of my punctuality... I gather my notes and the water bottle, stuffing them into my bag. Time was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, and I couldn't afford to waste a second.
I flew down the stairs, my heart pounding with anxiety as I ignored the cheerful greetings of my classmates. I removed my college ID. Passing through the College gates. My focus was reaching tuition on time, and nothing else mattered at that moment. As I stepped out into the bustling streets of Hill Road, a cacophony of sounds filled my ears - the honking of cars, the calls of vendors selling their commodities, and the chatter of people. I took a deep breath and plunged into the crowd.
I started running, dodging people, shopkeepers, and bicycles as if my life depended on it. I could hear the yells of sellers and people that I accidentally bumped into. Vehicles pass by in my peripheral vision. The clock was ticking, and I had only a few precious minutes left. My destination, the tuition centre, was not too far, but it felt like miles away in this chaotimarket rush. I could feel the warm air rush against my face. My parents would never understand the thrill I felt at this moment. How fast my heart would beat from this adrenaline rush.
My parents always told me to be punctual and not to miss tuitions, but my love for parkour often led me astray. Taking a deep breath and the memory of countless rooftops and alleyways etched into my mind, I made my decision. I was going to parkour my way to the tuition center.
The discipline of seeing the city as a playground is most useful in moments like this. My pulse quickened with excitement as I realized the advantage it could give me in this race against time.
As I breathed deeply, enjoying my path, I leapt over a stack of boxes. Stabilizing myself, I landed safely on the other side, landing gracefully on the other side. I could hear the gasps of people who saw me. Eyes filled with adoration and shock darted around a fruit cart, my feet barely touching the ground as I bounded off walls and railings. My heart raced, not just from the physical exertion, but from the exhilaration of the chase.
Via the side of my eye, I saw a man, tall, clad in a dark hood and dark-washed jeans. He was keeping a suspicious distance from me so that I wouldn't notice him but moving with surprising agility, mirroring my path. My heart rate spurred, and an icy shiver ran down my spine.
Who was he, and why was he following me?
I knew I couldn't afford to be diverted. My tuition center was close. My mind raced as I contemplated my options.
Should I change my route?
Confront him?
or just keep running?
The last one was my sole option as the time I had was like sand in my hand, slowly slipping away. With determination, I raced across a series of narrow ledges and vaulted over obstacles, pushing myself to move faster and further. I needed to prove that I could outpace him. This is my area. A place I knew at the back of my mind.
As I vaulted over a low wall and landed on a narrow ledge, I glanced at my watch. I looked around. The man was nowhere to be seen. I had cut my travel time in half. My parkour skills were doing wonders, but there was still no room for complacency. I pressed on. My movements are fluid and precise.
At that moment, I felt like a free spirit, a girl who could defy the constraints of time and space when needed. With parkour, I have developed not only physical strength but also unmatched agility.
Finally, I arrived at the tuition centre, panting. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and it read 2:31 AM. The adrenaline rush and the intensity of the situation gradually decreased, and my racing heart started to calm down.
I peeped through the glass and pleaded with puppy eyes for forgiveness. As I entered the tuition centre, my tutor raised an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance. "You're late again, Kaya." He said. Dismissed, I left the room. I looked at my phone. I had an hour to spare before going home. Leaving the building. I saw the same man from before standing there. Looking straight at me.
I dig into my bag, reaching for the pepper spray. As I saw him walking towards me.
"Did you use an Ouija board or perform some spirit-summoning ritual?" were the words that came out of his mouth. It shook me for a moment.
" I can see darkness latched on to you. Follow me if you want to get rid of it," he said. Without much thought, I followed him.
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