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“Blaze Up”
After my righthand nigga Loko got himself locked up, I found myself in need of a new nigga to fill that important position. I had fifteen niggas working for me and out of that fifteen, only one was reliable enough to be my number two. His name was Meek and he was just as loyal to me as Loko had been. The only problem was I couldn’t tell if he would be down to fulfill all of Loko’s duties. While I had all my niggas out on the streets giving the fiends what they needed, I could only trust one nigga with my money and the business, and the only way I knew I could have all of his trust was to submit him to the prison code. The prison code meant just what it sounded like: he had to become my bitch behind closed doors.
“None of y’all niggas gettin’ hit up right now?” I asked the five who’d shown up that day.
“Nope,” they all answered.
“Shit, y’all ain’t gettin’ paid then. I’m not payin’ y’all to sit around and play 2K17 all fuckin’ day.”
They all shrugged their shoulders and put their focus back on the videogame. I gave Meek a look as I shook my head and sat down on the sofa. I stared at him as he pulled out a long blunt and lit it up. My dick started to grow hard as I focused on his ass. He was sagging so that ass was looking right in the pair of blue boxer briefs he was wearing. I’d been wanted to make him my lieutenant so I could fuck him but it was hard to tell if he was that hungry for the position. It took Loko less than a day to take the promotion and suck my dick, and a week later I fucked him for the first time.
For me, it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the power and the amount of loyalty I could gain from that sort of arrangement. How could a dude betray me if he’s sucking my dick and letting me fuck him knowing I’d put the word out if he were to betray me? I wasn’t the one sucking dick and getting fucked in my ass, so I could regain my standing quicker than the nigga who was sucking me and getting fucked by me. As unfair and fucked up as that sounds, it’s just the truth.
“Yo Meek,” I said to him. “Let me talk to you for a second in my room.”
“Okay,” he said as he passed his blunt to Trigga, one of the other niggas who worked for me. He then stood up and followed me into my room.
I closed and locked the door before picking up a blunt I’d rolled earlier and lighting it. I took a hit from it before asking him, “You good, bruh?”
He laughed a little as he replied, “Yeah, I’m good.” His smile faded as he asked me, “Yo, I didn’t do some shit to piss you off, did I? Because if I did…”
“Nah, we good, my dude. I just need to talk to you about some shit I’ve been thinkin’ about.”
“A’ight. What’s good, Marz?”
I sat down on my bed and asked, “How would you like to make more money?”
Me (Marz)
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“Rated-X”
Even though Alex had been sucking my dick since before I moved in with him and Natashia, I was still nervous out of my mind as I got out of bed that night. Natashia was still sleep so I was trying to sneak out without waking her up. I put on a pair of basketball shorts, some shin-high socks and a pair of Jordans without waking her up. It wasn’t until I was heading out of the door that she noticed me leaving.
“Jermaine,” she called out before I could make it out the door, “where are you going this late?”
“My boys are waiting on me at the gym,” I lied. “They wanna play some late-night hoops.”
“You’re gonna go without a shirt or jacket?”
“I’m gonna put on my hoodie.” I picked my hoodie up, hoping it would keep her from asking more questions.
“Try not to wake me when you come back in. I have a long day tomorrow.”
“Alright. Goodnight.”
I rolled my eyes as I made my way out of the apartment. I’d been with her for going on five years and if I didn’t love her then I would’ve been left. She put me through a lot of bullshit for no reason half the time, and we barely had sex anymore. I thought moving in with her would make things somewhat better, but it didn’t. The only good thing about being involved with her was Alex. Natashia and Alex had been best friends since high school. She had no idea but he’d been sucking my dick for almost as long as me and Natashia had been together. It began one morning after I spent the night at their place. Natashia had left for work and Alex just came in and started sucking on my morning wood while I was still sleep. He’d been checking me out but that morning he decided to test me. Shit, I let him sucked all the nut out my dick.
I’d never been into dudes before in my life. I had nothing against gays but it just wasn’t my thing. That being said, no one had ever sucked my dick the way Alex sucked it. No one. Not one woman came close to giving me that quality of head ever before. I never came from head, especially when not having my dick tugged on, and he made me bust a nut in his mouth every time without jacking my dick. I was hooked by the fourth or fifth time he did it. So for nearly five years, I was in a relationship with Natashia while getting my dick sucked regularly by her best friend and roommate.
Back to that night, I was nervous as fuck. My biggest fear was getting caught but I knew at that time of night no one would be in the parking garage; that’s why I suggested it to him. We could’ve gotten a hotel room or just tried it while Natashia wasn’t at home but there was something about being spontaneous with it that got my dick hard. When I made it down to the building’s underground parking garage, I first stopped behind a wall to make sure no one else was out there.
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After making sure the coast was clear, I hurried to Alex’s Honda Pilot and climbed in. His windows were tinted so that helped us out a lot. He had it running with the heat on so it was nice and toasty in there. Inside, he was sitting up against the back left door with no pants or underwear on, just a white shirt. His dick was hard and his tight asshole was winking at me. He didn’t say a word at first. He just sat in that position while staring at me.
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“Turned Out”
“Goodnight?” I asked Vanessa as I stood on her front porch with her. “Damn, baby. This is like our fourth date and…”
“And what?” she asked with an attitude. “You want to come in so we can fuck and then I don’t hear from you again?”
“What makes you think I won’t call you afterwards?”
“Because I know how men are. If I’m as interesting as you say I am, then the sex can wait. So like I said, goodnight.”
“But baby…”
“Goodnight, Chad.” She unlocked her door and dashed inside before closing and locking the door. When she turned the porch light off, I gave up and left.
To be honest, I was just gonna fuck her and not call her again but she didn’t have to be such a bitch. It was times like those that I really embraced my bisexuality. I was genuinely attracted to men but it wasn’t as strong as my attraction to women was. Getting some head or ass from another dude was easy as fuck, but women always gave me a hard time. It wasn’t like I was some unattractive type dude; I mean, I considered myself attractive even if others didn’t. I just never understood women. I was crazy about them but I didn’t understand them.
Me (Chad)
So for a record twentieth night, I went home horny but vowed not to waste a good quality nut by masturbating alone. I’d deleted Grindr off of my phone months ago but was on the verge of redownloading the app. I hadn’t hooked up with a dude in months and I’d wasted too much money dating Vanessa to even think of starting over with another woman, so I was once again frustrated. I was frustrated mentally and sexually. I was just so fucking frustrated!
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December 17th - a rescue plan
Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.
I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)
One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.
More info over the days to come.
The plan is, broadly:
1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there
2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.
3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.
4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.
Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.
There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.
The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.
If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.
Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.
(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)
If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.
If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.
(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)
If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.
Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.
Oh I so hope this works. It would be great to get this out so we can try to get as many people as possible all back in one place and not split up all over different platforms.
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everyone who see’s this from Me PLEASE reblog this!
~Uncle R.
I don’t know how true this is yet, but in the spirit of hope it’s worth re-blogging.
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i speak for many when i say that, you had one job. TO RID THE SITE OF ALL PEDOPHILIA & CHILD PORN. instead you allow users to suffer from your lack of supervision on content which in return may hurt you in the end. we understand that due to the removal of tumblr from the App Store may have provided a negative look on the company, as well as hurt the pockets of the company but can there be some sort of negotiation? a survey we can take to help better tumblr as a whole and discuss what should happen. your decisions have hurt your users. this issue needs to be addressed BEFORE ANY ACTION takes place on this site.
- signed, a NOW frustrated tumblr user
“I love when people of color come up to me and say, ‘You don’t know what it meant to me to see myself in a cartoon. I got one little black girl that I get to see that looks like me, thank you so much.’”
—Cree Summer on her impact.
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“DL Confession #6”
I’d been with my girlfriend Demetria since high school but we’d only been serious for about three years. Now that she was pregnant with my son, I was ready to take it to the next step and ask her to marry me. However, there was something I’d never told her about myself and had no plans of telling her about. Although I hadn’t acted on it in years, I’m into dudes just as much as I’m into women. In high school, I fucked around with five of my basketball teammates and a few other dudes from our school on the low. I continued messing with dudes and other women until me and Demetria moved in together. That was when I decided to become faithful to her. I never thought someone so close to both of us would test my faithfulness.
“Baby, I’m horny,” I said over the phone to Demetria. “You know I get morning wood like crazy. Can we have some phone sex or something?”
She laughed and replied, “You know I’m not in the mood. I know it’s been tough but I’m not one of those women who get horny while pregnant. Once I hit three months, I just lost that feeling. My sister says it’ll come back though after I have the baby.”
“Why you still at your sister’s anyway? Are you coming home or are you gonna stay there until you have the baby?”
“I don’t know, Horace. These last few weeks have been miserable and my sister and my mama have been making me feel so much better.”
I sighed and told her, “I love you and I wish you’d let me comfort you. You’re carrying my little boy.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m punishing you for something. Well, I actually am punishing your ass for getting me pregnant!” She laughed and I laughed, too. “But for real, I love you and I can’t wait to have this baby.”
“I still wanna name him Tyler or Tyree.”
“And I said one of those could be his middle name. His first name is gonna be Jabari.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
“So, what’s my brother been up to? He acts like he can’t call no damn body or respond to my text messages.”
“He’s good.”
“Are you sure he hasn’t been giving you any trouble? He hasn’t been smoking weed in the house, has he?”
“Dante is cool, baby. I keep telling you that boy has changed. He got a job and stopped escorting. He’s helping pay the bills. Your brother is staying out of trouble this time.”
“He better. Because I’m the last family member that’s willing to help him.” She yawned before saying, “I’m gonna go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I ended the call and then climbed out of bed to go make myself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. When I got in there and saw all of the Honey Nut Cheerios were gone, I called out, “Dante, can I have some of your Apple Jacks?”
“Yeah, man,” he replied from his room.
“Thanks.”
Me (Horace)
I made myself a bowl and after adding milk, I went into the living room to watch TV while eating. Not long after I finished, I heard Dante talking on the phone with somebody. I could’ve sworn I heard him say something about weed so after taking my bowl back into the kitchen and putting in the sink, I went up the hall and stood outside his open door. I peeked in to see he was playing a videogame in his underwear while his phone was on the bed on speakerphone.
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“Bad Séance”
It was a typical weeknight and me and my roommates were up studying and watching TV in our house off-campus. We only had about two weeks until finals and we all had decent grades, so the four of us were always serious about studying before midterms and finals. I’d been friends with Denny, Wade and Alton since high school. All of us were openly gay and it was the main reason why we were so close, because we were all too different to have a friendship based on anything else.
I was the laidback friend who was friends with everybody, including some of my homeboys’ enemies. Denny was the jokester of the group. He was always playing pranks on us and shit. Me and him had started fucking recently but Wade and Alton didn’t know. Wade was the pretty boy with the tattoos and the long braids. All the girls wanted him until he told them he was gay, and then they’d still try to change him and give him some pussy. Little did anyone know, he rarely hooked up with anybody. And Alton was the kindest and smartest one in our group. He had a 4.0 GPA and everything. He was always quiet and nonconfrontational, but always seemed to have a boyfriend around that bought him shit. I mean that nigga stayed booed up.
(from left to right): Me (Ced), Denny, Wade & Alton
So there we were, studying and watching TV when all of a sudden the cable went out. I turned the TV off and got back to studying with Denny sitting across from me. Under the table, he started playing with my feet with his. That usually meant he wanted to go to either his room or mine and fool around. I didn’t want Wade or Alton to get suspicious so I looked at him and shook my head no.
“Ced,” he said to me. “I need to ask you something in private.”
“Just ask me now,” I told him while giving him a look.
“Nah, it’s gotta be in private.”
Alton and Wade gave us some weird looks before putting their attentions back on their books. I stood up and followed Denny upstairs and into his messy room. He closed the door and started kissing and touching on me. I admit, he had me turned on. But I’d never fucked around with him while Alton and Wade were home.
“Chill,” I said to him while he squeezed on my butt. “We’re supposed to be keeping this secret, remember?”
“You got my dick so hard, baby,” he said while still squeezing on my butt. “Just let me finger you while I jack off. Or you can finger me while you give me some head. Shit, let’s just jackoff together right now. I need to bust a nut now, baby.”
“No. We need to study. We can do some shit after they go to sleep later.”
“Man, alright. Damn.”
“Y’all come here!” Wade called out from the living room. Denny and I headed back downstairs to see Wade and Alton were lying on the floor.
“What’s going on?” Denny asked.
“I just learned some crazy shit about this house,” Wade replied. “Y’all know how this part of town used to be called Little Jamaica, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “What about it?”
“A dude died in this house,” he explained. “Like ten years before they gentrified this area, some homophobic Jamaican dudes tortured and killed this gay Jamaican dude here.” He scrolled through his phone and read more about the situation. “The dude they killed was into some crazy Voodoo type shit.”
“Man, that’s probably fake,” said Denny.
“It’s true,” Alton certified. “I’ve looked it up before. The gay guy was a known prostitute in the area. His name was Almani Breaux and he was lured to this house by the guys who lived here. They tricked him into thinking they’d pay him for letting them run a train on him and when he came inside, they attacked him.”
“Damn,” I said. “That’s messed up.”
“Do y’all think his spirit is still trapped in here?” Wade asked.
“Spirit?” Denny asked. “Man, that shit ain’t real.”
“No for real,” said Wade. “What if his spirit is trapped in this house? I have noticed some weird shit happening around here.”
“Y’all wanna make a trip to Wal-Mart?” I asked them.
“For what?” Denny asked me.
I smiled and replied, “To get a Ouija board.”
“Shit, I’m down for a Wal-Mart trip,” said Denny as he put his shoes on. “I’m bored as fuck.”
“Guys, this is silly,” said Alton. “There’s no such thing as spirits.”
“I’m bored, too,” said Wade. “You and Denny go get the Ouija board and me and Alton will set everything up here. I know Alton got some candles in his room.”
“Those are my romance candles for when I have company,” he said with an attitude. “I don’t wanna do this, y’all. Can’t we just play cards or something?”
“Come on, Alton,” I pleaded with him. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Whatever.”
Me and Denny left the house and climbed into Denny’s Honda Accord. He drove us to Wal-Mart and as usual, he was all over me because Alton and Wade weren’t there. I knew he probably considered himself my boyfriend but I wasn’t quite there yet. I cared about him because he was my friend but to me it was more of a convenient thing since our rooms were next to each other and he was vers like me.
“Here it is,” he called out to me. He picked up the Ouija board box.
“Cool,” I said. “Let’s buy it and get back.”
“Hold on. You don’t wanna fool around in my car before we go back?”
“Denny, we can get into some shit later. But it’s gonna be in my room. Your room smells like feet and ass.” I laughed and he smacked my butt as we left the toy section and headed to the checkout lines.
When we got back home, Wade had lit candles around the living room and had turned all the lights off. Alton was sitting on the sofa drinking a Pepsi as if he wasn’t interested in what we were about to do. Looking back, I should’ve listened to him. What we did that night will forever fuck with my mind. Wade, Denny and I sat down on the floor and took the Ouija board out of its box. I sat it down in the center of us.
“Come on, Alton,” said Wade. “All four of us need to do this.”
“I can’t believe y’all are being this silly,” he said as he climbed down from the sofa and joined us on the floor.
“Everyone, put your hands on the pointer,” I told them. The four of us put our hands on the pointer. “Okay, I’ll start by asking something simple.” I cleared my throat before asking, “Did a man named Almani Breaux exist in this neighborhood when it was Little Jamaica?”
The pointer moved to the circle with yes written on it. Alton sighed and said, “Ooh, you moved our hands, Ced.”
“No I didn’t,” I told him. “It moved on its own. Let me ask something else. Does…”
“Are Ced and Denny fucking?” Alton asked with a smile on his face. The pointer moved to the yes circle again. “I knew it! I knew I heard some moaning the other night in Denny’s room!”
“Y’all are fucking?” Wade asked with a big smile on his face.
“No,” I lied.
“Yeah, we are,” Denny admitted. “We might as well be honest with them, baby.”
“Denny, we agreed not to say anything! Damn man, you are so fucking childish.” I took my hand off of the pointer and so did Denny.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You moved the pointer to the yes circle on purpose just so Alton and Wade could know we’ve been having sex. You’re not slick.”
“Guys,” said Alton.
“I really didn’t move it, Ced,” Denny told me.
“Guys!” Alton said louder, catching our attention. “The pointer is moving…by itself.”
I looked at it and saw it really was moving on its own. I grabbed my chest and asked, “How is it doing that?”
“That shit is cool,” said Wade. “What is it spelling out?”
“H-e-l-p,” Alton said as he read what the pointer was spelling out on the board. “M-e. Help me?”
“It’s Almani,” I said. “You guys, he needs our help.”
“Guys, we need to stop,” said Alton, visibly upset. “I don’t like this. It’s creeping me out.”
“We have to see how we can help him,” I said. “Come on y’all, let’s see if we can. Hands back on the pointer.” We all put our hands back on the pointer again.
“How can we help you?” Wade asked. The pointer moved with our hands on it and Wade spelled out the letters. “B-a-s-e-m-e-n-t. You’re trapped in the basement?” The pointer moved to the yes circle. “Guys, his spirit is trapped in the basement.”
“But how do we help you?” I asked. “O-p-e-n space t-h-e space i-n-c-i-n-e-r-a-t-o-r.”
“He wants us to open that old thing down in the basement?” Denny asked. “Why?”
“It must be where the Jamaican men who lived here burned his remains,” Wade suggested. “Come on y’all, let’s go down and do it.”
“Stop!” Alton hollered. “No, we are not doing this. This shit is too weird.”
“Alton, he suffered in this house,” I said. “He was killed by those thugs because he was gay. It’s not right. His spirit deserves to rest in peace.”
“Then let someone else free his ass! Ced, this shit doesn’t feel right! We don’t even know if…”
“I’m going down there,” said Wade.
“Wait for me,” I called out as I began to follow him, but Alton grabbed my arm.
“Ced, please don’t,” he pleaded with me.
“Stop being a baby, Alton. Come on.”
The four of us went into the kitchen and Wade grabbed a flashlight before leading us through the door that led to the basement. We went down the steps and when we got in there, he pulled the string that was attached to the basement light to turn it on. Over on the back wall was the old incinerator. The house had been remodeled so the incinerator no longer worked, but it did have a door on it that could be opened. Wade walked over to it and me and Denny followed. Alton stayed behind by the steps.
“Y’all ready?” Wade asked.
“Yeah,” answered Denny. “Let’s open it, bruh.”
Me, Denny and Wade put our hands on the long lever and pushed it up to unlock the door before opening it. The moment we opened it, we heard the sound of a grunt and felt a cool chill run in between us. That was followed by the sound of doors opening and closing upstairs. We ran out of the basement to see that everything was still how we’d left it. However, Wade’s phone screen was flashing for some reason. He ran over to it and picked it up.
“My phone,” he said while looking at it. “It’s back on the webpage I had up about Almani Breaux’s murder.” He read something on it and then gasped.
“What is it?” I asked. “Wade, what’s going on?”
“I didn’t read the whole story,” he explained. “Guys, Almani’s remains weren’t burned in the incinerator. Those homophobes who killed him kept his body intact and had it stored in the attic, not the basement.
“If that wasn’t him in the incinerator,” said Denny, “then who was?”
“Guys, the Ouija board is trippin’ again,” said Alton. “It’s spelling t-h-a-n-k space y-o-u.”
“Thanks for what?” Wade asked. “Who the fuck are you?”
The pointer was still for a little while and then spelled out L-u-c-i-f-e-r. I jumped back and asked, “The devil?” The pointer pointed at the yes circle.
“Oh fuck this,” said Alton. He picked up the Ouija board and headed into the kitchen with it. We followed him through the kitchen and out the side door to where our dumpster was. He tossed the board into the dumpster and then retreated back into the house. “We’re not messing with that thing anymore.”
“Yeah, that got weird,” said Denny.
“Maybe it was just rigged to do all of that,” suggested Wade.
“I’m going to bed,” said Alton. “Fuck all of this and goodnight.” He took the kitchen set of stairs to the second level of the house while me, Denny and Wade stayed in the kitchen.
“Do you really think it was fake?” I asked Wade.
“Yeah. I mean, it has to be. The devil isn’t real. Right?”
The three of us went back into the living room and blew out the candles. We then grabbed our stuff and went upstairs to our bedrooms. I was scared out of my mind so when Denny came into my room to sleep in my bed with me, I didn’t reject him. I needed somebody to sleep in the bed with me that night. With Denny holding me, I went to sleep.
When we woke up the next morning we went downstairs expecting Alton to be there cooking breakfast but the only person down there was Wade eating a bowl of Captain Crunch. I looked at him and asked, “Where’s Alton? He’s usually the first one up.”
“I know right,” agreed Denny. “Damn, I was looking forward to them cheese grits he always makes.”
“I think he’s still asleep,” Wade told us.
“It’s not like him to sleep in though,” I said.
The three of us looked at each other and then dashed upstairs. We first knocked on Alton’s door but when he didn’t answer, we opened it. The first thing that hit me was this very strong odor. I had no idea what it was but something told me it wasn’t good. The next thing I noticed was that the clothes Alton had on were lying on his bed as if he had been lying that exact same way on the bed. The third—and scariest—thing was that the Ouija board was at the foot of his bed.
“Alton?” Wade called out as he opened Alton’s closet door. “Man, this ain’t funny. What’s going on here?”
“What is that smell?” I asked.
“Sulfur,” Denny told me. “My dad used to work at a place that used it in fertilizers. It’s sulfur.”
“Why is the Ouija board on his bed?” Wade asked. “He threw it out last night before he went to bed. How did it get back in the house and up here?”
“Oh fuck,” said Denny, pointing at the board.
The pointer was moving by itself again. It kept spelling out thank you over and over again. I moved closer to it and asked, “Thanks for what?” It spelled out: G-i-v-i-n-g space m-e space y-o-u-r space f-r-i-e-n-d.
Wade asked, “You have Alton?” The pointer pointed to the yes circle. It then spelled out: H-i-s space s-o-u-l space i-s space m-i-n-e.
The three of us looked at each other before running out of Alton’s room and leaving the house. We called the police and when they got there, they thought we were playing around. It wasn’t until a day later that they began to take us seriously and began searching for Alton. Sadly, they never found him. We never saw Alton again. We tried using the Ouija board to get him back but it never moved on its own again. The police closed Alton’s case and told his family that Alton most likely ran away with some guy that none of us knew about. But me, Wade and Denny knew the truth. The devil got him.
I blamed myself because it was my idea to get that stupid Ouija board in the first place. I should’ve never suggested it. And Alton begged me not to that night and I just kept on going. When our lease was up, we left that house and lived on-campus for our last year. Eventually, we all stopped talking to each other. I’m currently still in counseling trying to make sense of what happened. But it will never make sense to anyone. All I can say is that the devil is very real, and I wish I never let him take my friend.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
I hope you’re ready for some #BloodyHorror & a little suspsense because I have a few tales in store for you all! Have a happy and safe Halloween! Stay tuned and I hope you enjoy the stories.
I hope you guys enjoyed the new tales and the reblogged tales! If you still haven’t read them, here are the links them in the order they were posted/reblogged:
“Preference”
“Vanish”
“The Ride to Hell” (reblog)
“Bad Séance” (reblog)
“Bad Séance II” (reblog)
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