The Spirit Board's Warning: Messages from Beyond
The Spirit Board's Warning: Messages from Beyond
The dim candlelight flickered as the group of friends sat around the ancient wooden spirit board. The air was thick with tension, the only sound being the wind howling outside the abandoned cabin.
"Are you sure about this?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling as she glanced at her friend Jake.
Jake smirked. "Come on, Sarah. It's just a game. Right, guys?"
Emily, the skeptic of the group, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's just a silly board. Nothing will happen."
They placed their fingers on the planchette, and Jake took a deep breath. "Spirits, if you are here, give us a sign."
At first, nothing happened. The group exchanged nervous glances. Then, suddenly, the planchette moved on its own.
"N...O...T... A... G...A...M...E," Sarah read aloud, her hands trembling.
"Not a game?" Jake frowned. "Alright, who's messing with us?"
"It wasn’t me!" Emily exclaimed, pulling her hands away.
The room grew colder, and the candle flames flickered violently. A shadow moved across the wall.
"Did anyone else see that?" David, who had been silent until now, whispered.
The planchette moved again. "L...E...A...V...E... N...O...W."
"This is getting creepy," Sarah said, standing up. "Let's stop this right now."
A loud knock echoed through the cabin, and the door slammed shut on its own.
Jake laughed nervously. "Okay, that was weird. But it could be the wind, right?"
The board suddenly slid across the table without anyone touching it. The candlelight dimmed to almost nothing.
"We need to go!" Emily screamed.
David grabbed the board and tried to throw it away, but it wouldn't budge from his hands. The shadows in the room twisted and formed a dark figure in the corner.
"Who are you?" Jake asked, barely able to get the words out.
The spirit board answered, moving rapidly. "D...O...N...’T... S...T...A...Y."
Sarah reached for her bag and pulled out a flashlight, but the batteries were dead. The shadowy figure moved closer.
"RUN!" Emily shouted.
They bolted for the door, struggling against the unseen force that seemed to hold them back. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally flung open, and they tumbled outside into the cold night.
As they ran towards their car, the cabin behind them shook, and a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the trees.
They didn’t stop driving until they were miles away. No one spoke a word, their faces pale and their hands trembling.
Later that night, Jake's phone buzzed. He hesitantly picked it up. A text message flashed on his screen.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED."
His blood ran cold. The message was sent from his own number.
And then, the lights in his room flickered.
Jake barely slept that night. Every sound, every flicker of light, sent shivers down his spine. The next morning, he called the others.
"We need to talk about what happened last night."
They met at a nearby coffee shop, their faces still drained of color.
"I swear, something followed us," Sarah said. "I kept hearing whispers in my room."
Emily nodded. "Me too. My bedroom mirror fogged up and words appeared on it—'Still watching.'"
David clenched his fists. "We need to get rid of that board."
Jake sighed. "I left it in my trunk. But I don’t know if just throwing it away will help."
Sarah hesitated. "Maybe we need to properly close the session. We left in a hurry."
Emily groaned. "You're saying we have to go back?"
"I think so," Sarah said.
Reluctantly, they drove back to the abandoned cabin. The atmosphere was even heavier than before. The spirit board sat on the ground, untouched.
They gathered around and placed their fingers back on the planchette.
"Spirits, we apologize for leaving abruptly. We wish to close the session. Please allow us to say goodbye."
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the planchette slowly moved.
"G...O...O...D...B...Y...E."
The air shifted, and the oppressive weight lifted. The candles, which had been snuffed out, suddenly reignited before flickering out completely.
"I think... it worked," Emily whispered.
They left the board in the cabin and drove away, feeling lighter than before. Over the next few days, the whispers, the shadows, and the eerie occurrences ceased.
But deep down, they knew—some doors, once opened, never truly close.
And somewhere, in the darkness, something was still watching.
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