Request: y/n pranks e with an Ouija board and it goes wrong? Plsssss
“Aw you’re such a sook!” I complain, throwing my bottom lip out at Ethan.
“Shut up y/n, sorry not everyone wants to mess around with an Ouija board. In case you didn’t realise I don’t have a death wish.” Crossing his arms over his chest Ethan stands tall, although he’s declining a game he refuses to look like a baby.
“Grayson?” I ask, peering over at the other twin who looks around puzzled. “Care to be more of a man then your older brother?” I ask, glaring at E.
“I guess, I mean this shit’s not real.” Gray looks over at his brother who stares back wide eyed, “c’mon Eth, what’s the worst that’s going to happen?” Ethan responds with a sigh, looking everywhere but at me.
“If I get haunted because of this stupid game I’m killing both of you.”
“Sooky, sooky.” I reply, laughing. The boys join me on the ground, but not without numerous comments from both the twins. “Take your hat off Ethan, it’s disrespectful to the spirits.” While shooting daggers into my head E slowly takes it off, placing it next to the candle that surrounded the board. “Do you all know the rules?” I question, looking around at the boys. In response they nod their heads, I guess its not uncommon for someone to know the rules of an Ouija board, I mean practically every second horror film is about one.
After awakening the board, we begin to ask questions. However, it was obvious that as per usual the twins weren’t taking it seriously.
“You’re going to piss them off.” I say, smirking slightly at them. Ethan and Grayson chuckle, clearly not bothered. “Fine, if you aren’t scared let’s ask some interesting questions.” I raise my eyebrow at Ethan, my smirk stretching across my face, “When will Ethan die?”
“Hey!” Ethan sounds, “you aren’t supposed to ask questions like that.”
“Oh well, you’ll live, maybe?” I respond, laughing slightly. Ethan rolls his eyes, but quickly focuses back on the board when it begins to move with great strength and speed.
“Cut it out Gray.” Ethan speaks, his fear evident in his tone. Goosebumps spread across my body, the force moving the planchette is incredible, it was impossible for one of the boys to be able to move it that harshly without someone noticing.
“Did that just spell out tonight or have I suddenly become dyslexic?” A cold chill runs through my body, my stomach begins to feel uneasy and my face pales. “I really don’t want to play anymore.”
“That wasn’t funny Grayson.” Ethan’s voice squeaks, a feature I’ve noticed is evident when he’s nervous. “y/n tell it goodbye, we’re not doing this anymore.” Nodding my head, I tell the boys to place their fingers back on the planchette.
Our fingers glide across the board as we spell out the words goodbye. When nothing happens, we take a deep breath.
“That game was fucked, this is the last time y/n suggests a board game.” Rolling my eyes, I stand.
“Whatever, you probably just pissed the spirit off, so it just wanted to scare you.” My eyes return to the board, and for the second time tonight my blood runs cold.
The planchette was moving on its own. I’m not done with you yet. I let out a scream and Grayson stands frozen, Ethan however runs the fastest I’ve ever seen him run.
“Where are you going?” I shout, my eyes wide. Ethan returns, holding a match and my deodorant. “Hell no-“ in a matter of seconds, a bright flame ignites in my lounge room. “Ethan!” I scream. Pulling him away, I turn to see my Ouija board in flames. “It was a prank!” I yell, pushing him. “Grayson get water!” The colour returns to the boys face.
“That was cruel.” He responds, as Grayson tips water to stop the fire. I refuse to break eye contact with the drama queen to show how annoyed I was.
“It’s only on fire a little bit, you can still use it.” Lifting his shoulders in a shrugging motion, Ethan drops the can. A smirk appearing on the corner of his lip. “Look, I know that setting it on fire probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do but it’s done now and we have to deal with it.”
“You owe me a new one.” Ethan’s eyes open wide.
“Fuck no, I ain’t going anywhere near one of those things again.”
“Ugh, forget it. It’s not even nine o’clock and I just watched you nearly set the house on fire. Don’t touch anything else.” Ethan nods his head, flashing a toothy grin.