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Ouija

By: luvpsy



Note: This is a ghost and horror story. If you're here looking for a sexual turn on, maybe you should choose a different story to read. If you like ghost and horror stories then I hope you'll enjoy this one.

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Curious, I watched as Glenda rummaged through her wardrobe and withdrew the box. It looked like a game, one of those played on a board.

"We need to get our minds out of the books. Besides, this might give us something nice to dream about." Glenda explained.

"Oh, an Ouija board!" Marlene exclaimed. "I've heard about those but never played with one. Let me see it." 

"My sister gave it to me right after she married my brother. I guess she figured she's got something nicer to play with now." Glenda laughed. "Marge could never get it to work. I haven't tried it yet." 

Linda, the pragmatist, said, "You aren't really going to play with that hocus, are you?"

I replied, "Why not, I don't believe in Sociology either but I'm giving that a fair try. Besides, It's almost Halloween, the ghosts should all be comming out now" 

The girls all laughed.

A simple diversion from a midweek evening of grueling studies, It seemed harmless enough, just a simple game board and a plastic planchette. If I had any idea of the horror that followed, or where I'd be right now, that thing would have been destroyed right there in front of all of them.

The weekly study cycle controlled our sorority house. At Ten PM the few that went out were out. The rest of us, myself included, studied in little groups or hacked at it alone. The four of us had one thing in common. We wanted that degree bad enough to work for it. After four hours of pounding the books for a Sociology test we needed any kind of relief.

Glenda's roomie, Jane, was out with "her man" though he really belonged to anyone willing to shed her panties for him. His name was Daryl. Jane was very possessive and said "my man" so often in referring to him that we just started calling him "her man" instead of using his name. I found it hard to believe that anyone so intelligent could ignore what everyone else knew. While we had to study, Jane seemed to learn by osmosis.

I met Daryl briefly once as they were on their way out. Jane forgot something and went back for it. "Her man" made a pass at me as if I'd be eager to jump in bed with him behind her back. It wasn't loyalty to Jane that angered me over the incident. I felt insulted because the pass was cheap, fast, and obvious.

We cleared the books from the table and sat down. 

"Okay, It's your thing so you go first, Glenda." Linda said in her usual way of running things, after she knew the others were going to do them anyway. 

Glenda winked at Marlene and me to let us know that we were humoring Linda who by now was reading the instructions on the box cover for us. When done, she placed her pad and a pencil on the table, and waited to write down anything that might happen.

Glenda placed her fingers on the planchette. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

I looked at my watch and waited anxiously in silence with Marlene and Linda. Five minutes went by. 

Glenda opened her eyes, looked upward as if addressing the spirits and said, "Okay, if you don't like me you can go screw yourselves."

All of us laughed at spirits being told to go screw themselves.

"Marlene?" Linda asked turning the board toward her.

Marlene placed her fingers on the planchette and closed her eyes. "Is anyone here?" Two minutes went by. Then the planchette began to move. It wandered over the board for a while and finally stopped on the colored "Yes."

Linda's eyes grew wide in disbelief as she wrote the answer, "YES" The planchette began to wander again. It stopped on the "W"

Linda wrote "W" and Marlene's fingers moved the planchette again. The slow process continued and a single word emerged, "WEAK".

All of us were astounded because Marlene had not opened her eyes.

She opened them to look. "Oh, my God, it works! I was asking 'Is anyone here?' when I got the 'yes'. I wasn't asking anything when I got the 'weak.' Let's try it again."

Marlene closed her eyes once more. "Who are you?" Again, the planchette moved slowly and uncertainly over the board. This time it spelled out, "STEPHANIE. TOO WEAK GO NEXT." Marlene opened her eyes and said, "I think it means she is having trouble going through me. Linda?" She asked, turning the board toward her.

"I pass." Linda replied, turning it to me.

I placed my fingers on the planchette, and closed my eyes. Immediately I felt a twitch in my arms and wrists. My hands began to move. They wandered first to the right edge, then the left, to the top of the board, and down to the bottom; after moving back to the center and pausing, they began rapidly moving and stopping abruptly. There was no meandering as with Marlene. When it stopped I looked at what Linda had written.

"MUCH BETTER", "EASIER WAY", "TAKE PENCIL"

With her eyes wide open in amazement Linda handed her pencil and pad to me.

I wrote the question, "Stephanie, who?" As I looked around the table at the others, my left hand twitched, took the pencil out of my right hand and began to write with it.

"I'm so glad to find you. I'm Stephanie Rogers. I was killed in a car crash on I-5 about three miles from here in July 1994. The others forgave me and went. I don't want to go."

"Go where?" I wrote switching the pencil back into my right hand. My left hand took the pencil again.

"Where the dead go, into the light where all are one and one is all."

"Why?" was my next question.

"Most forgive. I can't"

I started to take the pencil back into my right hand but my left began writing again.

"Getting weak. Got to leave now. See you soon."

"Beth were you faking that?" Linda asked.

"You know I can't write with my left hand." I replied. "You had to write for me when I sprained my wrist. Remember? Besides, look at the difference in the writing. The slant is different. She crosses her T's in the middle. I cross them over the top. She dots her I's behind the letter. I dot them in front of it. She presses hard on the down strokes. I press harder on the upstrokes."

"This is getting creepier by the minute." Glenda said. "I doubt if any of us will sleep tonight. I wonder if there was a real person."

"We can check easy enough." Marlene said. "Glenda, turn on your computer and get into into the library files."

It didn't take long for Marlene to find the local newspaper article and call it up. There had, indeed, been a Stephanie Rogers killed in an automobile accident on July 12, 1994. According to the article she had been traveling south toward town alone at a high rate of speed. Her car swerved, crossed the median and struck another car head on. The man driving the other car, his wife, and an infant daughter was killed also.

We couldn't find much to say after that, so we separated and went to our rooms.

I couldn't sleep and my head began to ache. A couple of aspirin didn't help. Then I began to hear voices inside my head. They sounded far away, confused with words missing, as if a conversation was taking place in the next room with the door closed.

"Leave her alone, Stephanie."

"Stay out of it, Mary."

"You'll destroy..."

"No...won't..."

"Leave her alone before..."

"Can't...only way..."

Then it was silent. I slept deeply until my clock radio blared out the local disk jockey's cheerful morning voice. I skipped breakfast, and headed for my first class; Sociology.

The huge tiered classroom held one hundred and twenty students all bored into a trance by Doctor Stroud's droning voice.

"The statistical mean of a fluctuating population is used to determine..." Stroud was a balding little nerd with thick, horn rimmed glasses. He was as dull as he looked.

As I stared down at Doctor Stroud and drifted deeper into the trance induced by his monotone voice, my left hand twitched. I must have blanked out, or something after that, because the trance ended with a start. I looked at my notebook and read:

"You know part of it. Let me tell you the rest: I was very hurt and furious at the time. I walked in on my fiancé and found him naked in bed with my best friend. He never even knew I was there, his head was buried between her legs and her eyes were closed. I quietly closed the door behind me, ran out to my car and just tore out of there. I didn't know where I was going and didn't care. My rage controlled my foot on the accelerator, a hundred and twenty miles an hour. I wanted to die, thought about it, and suddenly spun the wheel. Then I saw the other car. I couldn't regain control. Now three innocent people are dead, and I can't forgive him or myself."

Abruptly I realized that what the professor was saying was fair game for the test. I sat up with a start, took the pen into my right hand, and rapidly scribbled some notes from the chalkboard. The bell rang and the lecture was over.

Marlene and I were going to a frat party on Friday, or Halloween night. Some would dress in costumes but I just wanted a colorful blouse to wear with my blue jeans. With two hours before my next class, alone, I boarded the bus and went to the mall.

In J.C. Penny's it happened again, this time it was frightening. I had no control. The background noises blended into one constant drone. I heard the voices coming through in small snatches of conversation.

"Come on, Mary it will be fun to...."

"She can't handle it, Stephanie."

My vision grew dark and I felt a twitch that affected my whole body this time. Then I was lying on my bed with no idea of how I got there. My alarm clock said I had ten minutes to get to my next class. I couldn't account for the last hour and ten minutes. I saw bag from Penny's on my chair but couldn't spare the time to look as I rushed out of the room.

With my last three classes finished for the day I returned to my room to see what I didn't remember buying. The dress was gorgeous. It was a colorful print, casual enough for the party, a perfect fit, the kind I looked at but never bought. It showed the best I had to the best advantage, and I loved it. According to the receipt inside the bag the price wasn't bad. The tag showed that it had been marked down three times.

What else did I do in that hour and ten minutes that I didn't remember? Why didn't I remember it? I was frightened.

After dinner Marlene stopped by to get me for the last round of cramming before the Soc. test. "Oh, it's gorgeous! Quick, put it on. I want to see how it looks on you."

"I don't know, do you think it's a little too much?"

"No, not at all. It's perfect. Of course I'll have to upgrade my outfit a little so I don't look like a slob next to you; but why should we dress down for them? Let's make the little bastards beg for it." Marlene's blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous grin.

Jane was out with "her man", Daryl, again so we had Glenda's room to ourselves. I was able to get what I missed of Stroud's lecture from Linda's notes. I didn't miss much but we did find a couple of likely test items in it.

By ten thirty we were satisfied that we knew all we were going to know. It was time to let memory do the rest.

Glenda brought out the board again and set it in front of me. I didn't touch it. Instead, I told the three of them what had happened at Penney's.

Linda didn't close her gaping mouth through my entire recall. "Oh, my God! You really are psychic, aren't you, Beth Ann."

"I guess so, but I'm scared. How do I control it? It's okay if my mind wanders a little at times and I pick up on some thoughts. Daydreaming always was a specialty of mine, but the lapse of memory scares me to death. I could have been doing anything"

Glenda caught my eyes and said, "You're tired. Maybe you just let yourself go on autopilot for a little while. We do that sometimes, especially when we are tired. Get some extra sleep this weekend and you'll be fine."

"Yeah, guess you're right. I am tired. If you don't mind too much, I'd like to pass on this Ouija thing tonight and just let Marlene do it." There was no way I could communicate the extent of my fear to anyone. I made my to escape to the bathroom before anyone tried to persuade me into using the Ouija board again.

On my way back, I felt the twitch again. Time skipped to where the picture of Jane and Daryl, that had been on Jane's desk, struck the floor. I heard the glass frame shatter and my three friends were staring at me. "Gee, I'm getting clumsy" I said to hide my embarrassment.

Glenda was the first to recover. "But, Beth Ann, you deliberately picked up that picture and threw it on the floor."

"Look, I don't know what happened!" I yelled. "Tell Jane I'm sorry and I'll get her a new frame for her picture in the morning. Right now I better go to bed before I break anything else." I made my way back to my room. Something inside of me was able to take control whenever it wanted. Sick with fear over the incident, I spent a restless night dozing, tossing, and turning.

When morning came, I refused to think about the day before. I felt just the right amount of tension for the test, Aggressive and not afraid. Scanning the questions, I knew I'd do well. 

After it was over, we met in the cafeteria and discussed the questions. All four of us felt as if we had aced it. The aggressive high carried me through the rest of the day, and before long Marlene and I darted back and forth between rooms getting ready for the party.

The guys had done a great job of decorating the house. A portable bar dominated the main room. Orange and black balloons, and streamers hung from the ceilings. Posters with spooks, graffiti and caricatures adorned the walls everywhere. Sheaves of corn stalks with pumpkins occupied the corners. It would take an entire evening just to appreciate them all of the decorations they had. There were guys dressed like vampires, Frankenstein monsters, ghouls, ghosts, witches, and whatever. Music blared loud and full of energy. Laughter and raucous voices rang out in jubilation of a Friday night Halloween and no more classes for two whole days. The booze flowed freely and some couples danced while others gathered into boisterous conversation groups, all with drinks in hand trying to shout above the noise.

A guy dressed as a hairy legged woman in an old ladies dress with a string mop for a wig leaped onto the bar and began a gyrating strip tease dance to the cheers, jeers, and laughter of all.

Marlene and I stepped right into the middle of things, abandoning ourselves to the fun and laughter of the party.

I don't know why I glanced at the door just as Jane and "her man" walked in. I felt the twitch and time skipped again.

First, there was the silence, then the terrible reality grew in fragments. I was in the kitchen. The party noises had stopped. Everyone stared at me. Something in my left hand felt sticky. The kitchen light glared. I looked down at my hand. It was blood! As reality grew, I withdrew wanting no part of it. Blood covered both my hand and the large chef's knife it held. I screamed and threw the knife down. Thick splatters of blood were on my new dress. Someone was on the floor at my feet, tan slacks, blood soaked crotch, cotton plaid shirt, red blood all over the chest, puddle of blood spreading out on the white vinyl floor, panic stricken eyes staring up at me, Daryl, it was Daryl. I hardly knew him. Hands and feet trembled slightly as life left his body. The horror was stronger than my ability to comprehend. It was obvious that I had done this terrible thing but it was like watching something that I had no part of. There was no reason, no memory. 

Hands grabbed me. Someone shouted, "Call 911! Get an ambulance!"

The campus cops arrived in an instant. They handcuffed me and led me outside. Red and blue lights flashed against the night. More were arriving. Local police took me. They read my rights, and carefully put me in the back seat of a police car. The colored lights were still flashing as we left toward town. My senses were functioning but my mind could only register the horror that I felt. The sights and sounds just passed through like watching television and thinking about something else. 

The interrogation room was grim and barren, a metal table and four chairs, gray walls, a big glass panel that I couldn't see through, and a plain steel door that they always kept closed and locked. 

There was always more than one of them with me. They kept asking and I couldn't tell them much because I didn't know anything. Different ones came in, asked questions that I couldn't answer and left. They weren't unkind as you might think they would be. Sometimes we just talked about me for a while. Then they asked the same questions all over again in a different way. Sometimes they even offered me a coke or a cup of coffee. By rights, I should have asked for an attorney, they even offered to get one for me, but I was disassociated from the whole thing. I couldn't think. 

I lost track of time. After what seemed like several hours two female officers led me out in handcuffs to a shower. Afterward, I dressed in the orange coveralls they handed me. Again in handcuffs they led me to a cell with a shiny metal toilet and sink. There was a small bed made up with a white sheet and pillowcase and a coarse gray wool blanket. I spent several days there. I don't know how many. I tried to remember but I couldn't. Every day, they asked me the same questions that I had no idea what the answers were.

The courtroom for the arraignment hearing was small, modern, and comfortable. My court appointed attorney seemed to understand that I didn't know what happened. The courtroom procedure was almost automatic. That is, until I felt the twitch. Time, once again, skipped. 

Everyone in the courtroom was aghast at whatever they had heard. Dad openly sobbed while Mom tried to comfort him.

My mind was still locked in the horror of what had happened and I had no comprehension as the officers led me away. It all just passed like I wasn't part of it.

They brought me here for psychiatric evaluation and I've been here ever since. At first I washed my hands a lot. It took months before I could register what my senses were telling me and actually feel myself as a part of the world around me. I understand where I am now. I've accepted it.

Oh, life isn't too bad here. I've become used to the medication and even look forward to it. Everyone is kind and I have my friends. Linda visits me sometimes when she isn't too busy. I wish the others would but I can't blame them. I miss Marlene.

It took a lot of thinking for me to realize that it's not really I who belong here. It's Stephanie. The system will never let me out because of the crime that she committed. Someone must be held responsible and the system can't admit to her existence, but she won't get out either. I had to get into her mind a little to prevent her from leaving mine, but I know how to hold her here now. As unbalanced as she is, there is no telling what she might do if she got out and found someone else.

Poor Doctor Evans, my shrink, I blew his paper on the treatment of multiple personality disorder right out of the window. There just isn't any kind of a link between Stephanie or Daryl, and my past. Stephanie even told him intimate details of her life that only she could have known. He has given up. Doc's a good man but he's caught in a dilemma. He understands but doesn't dare admit it, after all, what would it do to his profession? His profession demands truth, but wouldn't believe it if he told it. Now on appointment days we just visit and talk friend to friend. 

My dad made an arrangement with Doctor Evans to allow me use of a computer. There has to be some supervision, of course, but I'm still me when I am. I'm still a normal, rational, and responsible person. Dad bought the computer and pays for an on-line account for me. I surf the Internet a lot. Compared to some of the nuts on the net I'm harmless enough. I like contact with the outside world. It sure beats watching soaps on TV like the others.


Ouija Board Horror



This is the first time I have tried Erotic Horror. Let me know what you think in the comments. All characters are over the age of 18.

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It was a scorching summer- one of the hottest in a century, according to the news. We weren't from a hot climate - the north of England is not a warm place. But to me, that was trivial. It seemed as though each hot, lazy day melted into another; sitting in the park with the gang, slurping down cans of beer, tank tops and bikini bottoms, the sun crisping us as we giggled and lazed. After all, we had graduated from college now, and we were six 18 year olds without a care in the world. It had been a difficult term - the exams practically crucified my hands and I never wanted to hear the word 'Psychology' ever again. It was finished now, though! I hadn't decided on whether or not I was going to University yet, but now wasn't the time to worry about those thoughts. Time to relax and enjoy the heat of the summer, I told myself. If only I knew what would have become of us, and our group - I would've stayed at summer school. Of course, it all started one evening, in the middle of the most carefree summer of our lives.

There was six of us altogether, 2 girls, 4 guys. We had outside friends, of course, but the main gang was us six. There was me, Natasha, the petite, golden brunette with a disturbing sense of humour that everyone had crushed on in our group. Then there was Sara, my best friend. Standing at 5'11, she was a hell of a girl, with double D's and an ass to die for. Three of the guys, Connor, Jake and Daniel were tall, athletic, albeit a bit geeky. Then there was Ryan, who I had silently crushed on for a year now. Well, it was silent until I tried kissing him then threw up violently after one too many Desperadoes'.

It was going to be the night of our lives. Since we didn't know when we would get another opportunity to have the parents gone for a week, I decided to have a party at my house. I was left about £50 as 'emergency funds' in case I managed to finish off all we had in the cupboards - I didn't care if I starved - that was booze money! Several hours later, I was back at my place, lining the bottles and shot glasses neatly topping the fishbowl off with several straws. I danced around the kitchen, bottle of vodka in hand. There was a sudden knock at the door. Readjusting my shorts, I shimmied to the front door, hiding the vodka in the kitchen. Peeking through the letterbox, I saw my best friend, Sara.

I threw the door open, wrapping my arms around her tightly. 

"Nat, you're going to break the glass!" She laughed, clutching a plastic bag in one hand. I pulled the objects out of the bag, discovering more alcohol. I ushered her in, glancing down the street before I shut the door. We headed up to my room, shoving the door open as we had full hands. I shoved the bag in one corner and flopped onto my bed, smiling up at the ceiling. Sara sat at the end of my bed, picking at her nail varnish which was near enough chipped to death. That was just her, though.

She didn't care about her appearance like other girls. She was quite boy-ish, rarely bothering with makeup and shoving her hair up into a bun. Right now, she was wearing blue denim jeans with a grey tank top and monochrome converse, with her shoulder length brown hair straightened and her face au naturel. I was wearing a long chequered shirt with a vest top underneath, pale blue shorts and black knee high socks. I hadn't bothered with makeup either, save for a bit of gloss and a few swipes of mascara. My hair floated down to the small of my back in long waves. I was the vision of innocence, and looked even younger than I normally did. I could practically pass for 14 sometimes! Sara sat herself in front of my mirror, squirting my perfume on her neck hesitantly then sniffing cautiously.

I sighed and sprawled out onto my bed, lifting on leg up slightly. She began to fiddle with my drawers, opening them and investigating the items within. She came to the bottom drawer and with a gasp, pulled out a large, wooden board.

"You have a Ouija board?" She asked in a startled tone. I propped myself up.

"Oh, that silly thing? Don't worry, it's all a hoax. They don't work. Believe me, I've tried enough!" I laughed.

She frowned. "Jade said they were real. She tried one at Anne's house last year. Apparently they contacted one of Jade's ancestors or something. I've wanted to try one ever since..." She dangled the question in front of me.

"I don't know. We could try it, I suppose." I sat up, pulling my sock up to my knee again. "Don't get your hopes up, though!" I grabbed the board off her and flung it onto the bed. "Come on. Let's go ring up those douche bags, see where they're at." With that, I left my room and glided down the stairs. Sara followed behind me, glancing back at the wooden board.

A couple of hours later, we were all dancing around my front room, the music blaring out the speakers. I was making deliberate eye contact with Ryan, who had a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with Jack Daniels and Cola. I loved the way his lips wrapped around the cup as he drank, and I could only imagine wrapping my lips around his. I admired his golden blonde hair falling in front of his piercing blue eyes, the adorable freckles speckled across his cheeks; his toned muscular body. I needed to kiss him, tonight. This was my chance. Daniel staggered into the kitchen, in search of the shot glasses. I tore my eyes from Ryan and hurriedly followed Daniel into the kitchen. 

"Guys! Shot time!" I called from the kitchen - the other 4 clamboured into the kitchen, Sara shoving Jake out the way. Soon we all had shots of Cactus Jacks in our hands and raised them to one another. 

"Cheers!" We all yelled, and threw back the shots. A few more shots and it went straight to my head. I felt the euphoria set in, and my inhibitions lower. Soon I had ditched the chequered shirt and just had the vest top on, my green bra strap cheekily peeking out. The guys had noticed and I knew I had got some attention to my cleavage, which I didn't mind. I had ditched my shoes a while ago and opted to dance around in my knee high socks instead. We continued to dance around and laugh to each other, yelling over the music and babbling random crap at everyone. About an hour later, we decided to play some drinking games. We started out with Have You Ever, with some laughs and gasps ensuing from that game, followed my Spin the Bottle. A few pecks on the lips, followed by an uproar of laughter when the lads kissed each other, to wolf-whistles when Sara and I connected lips, swirling our tongues around to get the boys excited. They seemed to love it when I climbed onto her lap, running my hands through her hair and nibbling her neck. Normally, I was straight as they come but when I was drunk, I became a vixen. I wasn't a lesbian or even bi. I wanted Ryan's attention. We continued the play, and as Connor spun the bottle again, it landed on me and Ryan. 

My heart jumped into my throat. This was it. I pushed my hair out of my face and crawled over to Ryan. He took my face between his hands and gently brushed my lips with his. I kissed back, harder. His tongue probed between my lips and found mine, swirling it around. It only lasted a few seconds but the kiss seemed to go on for an eternity. We broke lips and I came back to earth with a bump, sitting back down. A few more spins and we decided to play something else. Sara said she had an idea and ran up to my room. We discarded the empty bottle and finished off the rest of what we had in our glasses while we waited. A couple of minutes later, Sara stumbled downstairs, tripping twice but desperately clutching a wooden board. With shaky hands, she carefully placed it in the middle of us, before sitting down not-so-elegantly.

It took the guys a moment to figure out what it was, but when they realised what it was, they began to laugh nervously, with several remarks of "I'm not scared."

I reached over and picked up the planchette, placing it in the middle of the board.

Everyone began to argue who should move the board, and who should ask the questions if we made contact with a being from the other side. A few minutes of heated debating later, Jake slammed his hand down on the board. 

"Guys, we'll take turns, okay? I'll start." Connor began to pipe up in a disagreeing tone but Sara shushed him. Jake took a look around at all of us, lasting longer on Connor; then started swirling the planchette around in a figure 8. I sighed and sat back, already knowing that nothing was going to happen. He continued to swirl around the planchette, his face concentrating. Daniel went to grab another drink. Sara picked at her nails again. I started to stare at Ryan again, daydreaming about his lips. Daniel returned with a cup brimming with vodka, neat - I sighed with disgust. I stood up to get a drink myself, when Connor grabbed my arm, his fingers tight around my wrist. 

"Dude, that hurts. Get off!" He yanked me down again and I yelped. Silently, he pointed at the board. The planchette was levitating. I had never seen it do this before and immediately my heart started pounding.

"Jake, move it to Goodbye. End the session now." I stammered. He shook his head violently, his hands by his side.

"Hell no, I'm not touching that." He shuffled away from the board, pushing himself away with his feet.

I looked around the others, uncertain on what to do. Sara stared at the board, unblinking. Connor was glancing around too. Ryan and Daniel were poking the board, unsure on how to stop this. Suddenly, the planchette flew across the room, smashing into the vase. Sara screamed. The room dropped in temperature, and everyone began to shiver violently in fear and cold. No one spoke. All at once, every light in the house blew out. The speaker stopped abruptly, leaving us with deathly silence. There was nothing but dark and silence for another minute. Ryan broke the silence.

"What the fuck is happening?" He sounded close to tears. No one could answer that.

I put my head in my lap, praying this was a dream, this wasn't real. There was another minute of silence. Suddenly, the lights flicked back on and the speaker came blaring back on, scaring the living daylights out of all of us. 

"That was the scariest fucking shit I've ever seen." Sara gasped. Jake began to laugh with relief, Connor joining in. Ryan was still in the corner, shaking. Daniel shook his head with disbelief. 

"Where the hell did the planchette go?" I asked. No one knew, so everyone got up and began searching for it. Daniel moved the cups and glasses into the kitchen so no one stood on them and everyone got on their hands and knees, searching underneath the sofas and the tables for the planchette. It had seemingly vanished since it went flying through the air. I turned down the music so I could hear people speak properly. 

"Hey, I found the planchette-"Connor's voice was cut short.

He began to thrash around violently, knocking over the T.V and collapsing into the bookshelf. Jake ran over to help him and suddenly, he began to thrash, too. Ryan and Daniel grabbed a phone and rang 999. The phone set alight. Daniel screamed and dropped the phone - it was turned to ashes before it hit the ground. Daniel was shoved across the room. Sara and I grabbed each other, terrified. Ryan ran to Daniel and was shoved backwards by an unseen force, pinned to the wall. Sara dropped to her knees, wailing. I desperately tried to pull her back up, screaming at her to get up. She ignored me and continued to sob violently. Suddenly she was raised into the air and thrown into the mirror which smashed into a thousand pieces, fragments littering the carpet. I shrieked and backed into the wall, my hands over my mouth. Daniel tried to stand up and was shoved back down immediately.

I ran to the front door and crashed into an invisible barrier, crumpling into a heap on the floor. I heaved myself up and ran to the kitchen but I was knocked down again, cutting my knee on the glass. I gasped with pain and staggered up again, pushing myself to the back door. Suddenly I was pushed to the ground, my face pressed against the floor. I could feel something on top of me. Suddenly I flipped over, my face facing upwards. My arms were pinned to the floor, above my head. I felt a pressure forcing my legs apart. I screamed and struggled but I couldn't move. To my horror, a figure began to materialise above me. It was translucent; almost the colour of diluted PVA glue, and it had the shape of a human man. I screamed louder, my throat raw. The figure grinned and I saw sharp, red teeth. It began to stroke the top of the arms, reaching my armpits and tickled me.

I laughed involuntarily, tears streaming down my face. It continued this torture for several minutes, tickling my ribcage, armpits and legs.

Slowly its hands started to tickle the top of my thighs, brushing against my most intimate area. I stopped, cold. The figure noticed this and brushed against me again, its fingers stroking against the fabric of my shorts. I felt myself respond to this and my struggles renewed. The figure laughed evilly and continued to stroke me, pressing against my clit. Suddenly it ripped off my shorts and my blue, lacy panties were on show to this foul creature. It could see my excitement and my stomach cramped at this. The creature settled between my legs, pulling them further apart and using both hands, began to play and toy with me, as though my pussy was a play-thing. It gently stroked in slow circles with one hand while it stroked my thighs and bra with the other. I moaned, succumbing to the pleasure this monster was giving me. It continued to stroke my clit through my panties, pressing harder every time I struggled. The being spoke.

"I love it when you struggle." I screamed again and the monster clamped a hand over my face, its other hand stroking my clit through my panties faster. I moaned involuntarily, directly into its hand. It chuckled darkly, stroking me faster. I was at the mercy of this creature, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from being me to the orgasm I was fast approaching.

To be continued...



Ouija Board Horror Ch. 02



It would be helpful to read Chapter 1 first otherwise it might be a bit confusing. Other than that, enjoy! Let me know what you think of my second chapter.

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The dimly lit living room was coated with broken glass, porcelain and droplets of blood. The stereo continued to play Nirvana quietly in the background of the screaming and moans of terror from my beloved friends.

A musty smell lingered in the air and a sour taste was on my tongue and I gasped and begged for mercy soundlessly. A red solo cup brimming with coke fell on its side, dripping off the counter and pooling into a carbonated brown puddle on the kitchen lino. The harsh lighting off the kitchen glared into my eyes, highlighting the chaotic, terrifying scene laid before my wide, frightened eyes.

The figure above me suddenly stopped molesting me and vanished into thin air, leaving me high and dry. Precariously I lifted my head up, testing to see if the invisible barrier still remained. I lifted my petite frame into an upright position, glancing down at my knee high socks before hopping up on one foot and lifting myself up off the lino, yanking my shorts back up.

I quickly turned my attention to my wounded knee, which had now stopped bleeding. Pulling my sock up over my knee, I hobbled into the lounge, afraid of what I might see. The supernatural presence had relinquished its grip on my friends who were slowly standing up, checking for serious injuries. Ryan was crouched over Sara, scanning her for deep cuts and shards of glass. Fortunately, she'd scathed out without any serious injury and leaning on Ryan, pushed herself up.

The other 3 boys were attempting to repair the furniture unsuccessfully. I tiptoed over to Sara, who shakily wrapped her arms around me, burying her face into my neck.

"I'm so sorry Sara. I- I wish I had known... God, I am such an idiot." I wrapped my arms around her chest. "Whatever it was, it's gone now." I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears. I had to keep it together for everyone. If I became hysteric it wouldn't help anything. I was terrified but I had to conceal my terror; my shaking probably gave that away.

She wrapped her arms around me tighter. "This is so fucked up. If I hadn't brought that board now none of this would've happened." She paused. "What happens now?" She trembled.

I was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I think it's gone." I prayed this were true.

I never believed that Ouija boards were real. I assumed they were simply a clever corporate idea, cheap to process and manufacture but lured customers in with the supernatural element. It was all a fear of the unknown, I guessed. That was why I had been so quick to participate. I mulled this over in my head while comforting everyone in the room.

I was eager to put this night behind me and send everyone home. It didn't take much convincing from me and soon everyone had grabbed their bags and rushed to the door. Sara had offered to let me stay at hers but I gently declined her offer - I just wanted to clean up as best I could and go to bed.

Jake opened the front door and stepped out the house. Daniel and Connor followed then Sara and Ryan.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright? I feel weird about letting you stay here alone. I can stay here if -" Ryan started. His big blue eyes were filled with concern. 

"I'll be fine, Ry." I stopped him. "Just need to put this shitty night behind me." I sighed. Any other time I would have jumping for joy at the prospect of Ryan staying the night, but right now I just felt exhausted from the nights events. I could feel a part of myself screaming at the fact that I turned down his offer but I pushed that down.

Jake stood a few feet away from the door, fidgeting nervously. "Maybe you ought to call the police." He coughed into his hand. "I mean, they can help. We were attacked - God knows what happened to you in the kitchen." He stared me closely in the eyes after the last word. My mind immediately thought back to that and I shuddered softly.

As though he could read my mind, I looked away from him towards the ground. No one said a word for a minute or so, and then Connor piped up.

"I think it best" He started slowly, "We don't mention this to the feds. Let's face it - they're not going to believe us, they'll think we've taken something like Acid. Then there's going to be questions - questions we don't have the answer to. Questions we may never have the answer to." As he said this he stared at us individually, his eyes serious. 

He was right. Plus, it would kill me if I had to explain what had happened to me. I couldn't go through that, not if they thought it was a load of shit. After a mutual decision of keeping quiet, they left.

I closed the door behind them and stepped back into the house fearfully. I sighed and picked up a broom from the kitchen, sweeping up the broken glass into the dustpan before emptying it into the black bin in my garden. I swept every inch of the carpet, shelves and ledges, checking for any sly shards left over. The mirror was completely wrecked. I knew my parents were going to kill me for that. I couldn't do much about it for now so I slipped a blanket over it. The stereo continued to play quietly and it was creeping me out so I turned it off before switching the light off and heading into the kitchen.

What could I say? 'Oh jeez, sorry Dad, I said Candy man 3 times and the ugly fuck broke the mirror with his reflection.' I snorted aloud at this. I wiped down the sticky counters and finished off the rest of the vodka then chucked the glass bottles into the bin. I collected up the empty beer cans and threw them in too. I took a quick look around the room. That'll do. I gave a collective sigh, throwing the emotions of the night into it.

Hesitantly I switched off the kitchen light, afraid of being in total darkness. I turned on the upstairs light and padded up the stairs, trembling as the emotions of the night caught up with me. I just wanted someone to hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright.

As I reached the top of the stairs a wave of pleasure ran down my spine so intensely that I bent over slightly, whimpering from fear and pleasure. Another spurt of pleasure shot into me. I leant against the wall, sliding to the floor with my knees bent. Suddenly my mound felt hot, tingly with a hard throbbing as the blood rushed to it. Instinctively I let my hand drift to that area and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and stroked myself deftly through my panties, spreading my legs apart. 

I swirled my fingers around my clit several times, succumbing to the pleasure I was giving myself. I found myself thinking about Ryan, imagining swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing his shaft, then straddling his waist and lowering myself onto his gorgeous cock and allowing him to fill me up completely and tear through my virginity. My head leant back against the wall, my mouth parting as my lips formed an O shape. I stopped. What the hell are you doing? I thought to myself.

I pulled my fingers out of the waistband and hurried into my room, slamming the door behind me and flopping onto the bed, desperately shaking the sexual arousal away from my body. After a few unsuccessful tries, I groaned and lightly slapped the side of my face. Not bothering to get changed, I crawled under the covers and lay still, willing myself to drift into slumber. My mind and body was racing and I couldn't decide whether I was deathly afraid or oddly exhilarated.

It's hard to sleep when your mind is racing, your pussy is aching for touch and your heart is beating furiously but eventually I found a stressful slumber. Wrapped up in my duvet, I felt safe and yet trapped, protected again like I was 5 years old and hiding under the duvet so the monsters couldn't see me. I tucked my head into my shoulders and pulled my knees up into the arms, forming a small foetal position, before spreading my arms and legs out beneath the duvet.

It was only a couple of hours later that I was awoken by a sudden thud. I peeked out from under the blanket, my heart racing. A groggy voice escaped into the room.

"Wh- What the fuck?" Jake murmured. He looked up at me from the floor of my bedroom, perplexed. A loud bang permeated the walls of my room from the bathroom. Flinging my duvet off, I ran to the bathroom and found Ryan kneeling in the bathtub, donning the same expression as Jake - utter confusion. 

Moments later, several crashing sounds came from downstairs, followed by a loud yelp. Grasping the banister, I flew downstairs. There, I found Sara, Daniel and Connor sprawled at other ends of the kitchen. Daniel stared across at me in amazement while Connor and Sara glanced around uncertainly. I was soon joined by Ryan and James who stood behind me defensively.

I stared around at the five of them, totally confused as to what has happened. I knew this had something to do with the board. I just didn't know what. Everyone began to speak at once, a furious uproar of confusion and fear. 

"Everyone shut up a sec. Natasha; do you know how this happened?" Everyone stared at me. I shook my head.

Jake sighed. "I'm guessing that board has something to do with it." Everyone stared fearfully towards the living room.

"I'm sorry Nat, but given what happened earlier I don't really want to be here. I'm getting some real bad juju." Sara mumbled, biting her short nails into stumps. Ryan suddenly snorted in derision at her.

"Juju? Really? You were the one that decided to use it so you brought this trouble here anyway." He paused for a moment. "If I were you I'd be more concerned as to how you got here in the first place." Sara had no response to this so she scoffed loudly at him.

Since no one knew what to do, all of us headed upstairs into my room, where we all sat in a circle on my bed, wrapping the duvet across their laps. Except for me, everyone was in pyjamas and all of the guys were topless, showing their toned bodies. Sara was wearing a baggy t-shirt with a pair of pyjama shorts.

Since the house was pretty cold, we huddled close together on the bed and pretty soon the collective body heat of the six of us had made the duvet pretty toasty. Since no one wanted to talk about the giant-ass pink elephant in the room, we played "Have You Ever" as a distraction.

"Okay - I got one for you guys. Raise your hand if you're still a virgin!" Sara smirked at me. Sheepishly I raised my hand, much to the surprise of my guy friends. 

"What? No fucking way!" Connor snorted. "How?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't met the right guy yet. Or maybe I have and I haven't realised it fully yet." I gave a sly glance at Ryan who was staring at the duvet, pulling at a stray piece of thread then glanced up at me and smiled.

After a moments silence, Daniel spoke up: "Alright I've got an interesting one. Put up your hand if you've got a fetish or kink of some sort." Everyone giggled at this and one by one, everyone raised their hands. "Aw, come on everyone's got to say what theirs is now. No going back!" He laughed. Naturally, everyone refused to speak up first so eventually we carried on the game, most of the questions containing an element of sex to them.

I kept thinking back to Dan's question though and as I stared at everyone, I tried to work out what their kink might be. 

We played the game for a while but eventually everyone started to get bored and drift off so we stopped playing the game. None of us wanted to leave the room considering the events which transpired earlier so we all agreed we'd sleep in here, provided nothing weird happened (aka no 3am groping). Connor and Daniel slept at one end of the room with my large blue fluffy blanket while Jake and Ryan slept at the end closest to my bed, sharing a smaller fleecier blanket between them.

Sara and I slept topsy-turvy on my bed. I tossed a few pillows at everyone and leant my head against my pillow, feeling surprisingly safe now that everyone was together. I sighed contentedly, stretching cautiously so as not to accidentally kick Sara in the face.

A voice called out in the dark. "Still awake?" It was Ryan. I grinned; grateful the room was pitch black.

"Yeah. I can't get to sleep yet. I'm still freaked out." I paused. "Why are you still up?" I stared down at him, unable to see his face, only a silhouette outlined in the darkness.

He let out a small sigh. "The same reason as you." He was quiet for a moment as though deciding on whether or not to continue his thought: "I saw you look at me before, when you said you were holding out for the right person." I could hear his grin, then rustling as he readjusted himself, leaning on his elbows.

I was truly grateful for the darkness right then otherwise he would've seen me blush so hard I turned into a tomato's distant cousin. "Huh. Maybe I did." I bit the side of my lip, smiling. 

Suddenly I heard him rustling again and suddenly felt his hot breath against my face, placing a hand on my cheek he leaned into me and gently pressed his lips to mine, a sweet gentle peck. I kissed back and he kissed me harder, probing his tongue into my mouth and gently searching for mine.

I leant up and kissed him harder, entwining my tongue with his. He moaned and nipped my bottom lip with his teeth, before diving back into my eager mouth urgently. I pressed my lips against his, running my hands through his ruffled hair. He retreated from my mouth for a moment then climbed onto the bed cautiously, leaning over me and finding my lips once again. He moaned again and gently placed a knee between my legs, opening them.

I moaned softly and he worked his way down my chin to my neck with gentle kisses, licking and nipping as he went down my neck slowly. From there he worked his way back up, kissing my lips again and softly biting my lower lip. He placed his hands on my waist then traced a finger across my stomach, softly tracing the small hairs on it. His tongue wrapped around mine and kissed me passionately before tracing kisses down my neck, towards my chest.

He worked his way back up to my lips, kissing his way across my neck so that no part was left untouched. Whilst one hand continued to trace across my stomach, his other hand was resting on my thigh, gently stroking in one spot. I moaned into his mouth.

His hand on my thigh danced upwards, gently stroking the skin. His knee pressed against my mound, spreading my legs further apart. I accepted his invitation and widened my legs, wrapping one thigh around his calf as we continued to kiss. He reached the top of my thigh and stroked the delicate area of skin, while his other hand gently stroked just under my bra.

I gasped into his mouth as he slipped his hand onto my bra and gently stroked through the thin material. His other hand reached between my legs and gently stroked my through my shorts and panties. I moaned again and his tongue wrapped around mine, pressing his lips harder against me. I could feel his abs pressing hard against my stomach.

He grinned into my lips and gently unbuttoned my shorts, carefully pressing his hand down towards my aching pussy. He touched the top of my panties and I jerked slightly, moaning louder into his mouth. 

"I'm going to make you cum, baby girl" He whispered, pressing his lips against my neck. His fingers danced over my panties, finding my sweet spot and pressing down onto it, before rubbing slow firm circles around it and another finger pressing against my wet hole, his fingers barely pushing into it. 

Pulling my legs up, I allowed him to pull my shorts down and my panties so I was left naked from the bottom. He spread my legs apart with my knee and continued to kiss me, his erection prodding against my thigh.

He swirled his fingers around my hole then brought that wetness to my clit to rub around it. He lifted the hood off my clit and tapped it, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He kissed me harder and tapped again, sending me to a new level of pleasure. 

I moaned loudly into his mouth and he began to tap me faster, while slowly working a finger into my hole. He stopped tapping and continued circling my clit while pushing his finger slowly into me, then pumped it in and out.

I gasped as he did it, adding another finger to my clit and with one finger he pushed back the hood and with the other he started to tap it again. I spread my legs wider for him and he manoeuvred his hand underneath my bra, rolling my nipples between his fingers and squeezing the small flesh.

He removed his hands from my body a shifted my petite frame so I was laying flat and my legs were parted wider then he leaned over me and met my lips again, quickly stroking and fingering me once more. 

I felt his erection fully now against my leg, pulsating and throbbing constantly. He moaned into my mouth and stroked me up and down between my hole and my clit, sending me into overdrive. He began to speed up his pace, running his fingers between them faster as he started to pant harder. He rubbed my clit harder and firmer and my moans got louder and louder and he pumped his finger into me harder.

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth wider; he began to kiss and suck my neck as I did this, his hand strumming me to ecstasy.

As he flicked, fingered and tapped me to heaven, his hand on my boob continued to pinch and roll my nipple around, cupping the tender flesh around it and squeezing it firmly. He groaned as he did it and kissed my chest, breathing heavily. I came hard, jerking forward then flopping backwards onto my pillow, gasping.

He quickly found my mouth and kissed me, absorbing my moans into his lips. He slowly pulled his hand from my pussy, running it purposely over my clit as he went, making me jerk involuntarily. He kissed me again then cupped my face and kissed me on the tip of my nose, smiling down at me.

"That was adorable Natasha. Bravo. The innocent little girl has become a woman. I loved the way you squirmed!" The unfamiliar voice boomed into the room. Ryan shot up, glancing around the darkness. The voice laughed. "You really think I left? Oh no, no. I'm just starting to have my fun with all of you."

Ryan raced across the bed and flicked on the light switch. The bulb hissed and shot to the floor, smashing. Everyone shot awake, terrified. 

"Let the fun begin."



Ouija Board Horror Ch. 03



Sorry for the wait, guys. A lot's been going on in my life so I haven't had time to submit it. Anyway, here's chapter 3. 

During this chapter, I have changed from one protagonist to 2 points of view. Both characters will write in first person but I'll separate their parts clearly. Also, the second character writes in present tense whereas the first uses past. As always, enjoy and leave me some feedback if you have any.

*****

"Let the fun begin."

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Ryan was crouched at the end of the bed. I slowly pulled up my shorts. No one said it - we were all thinking it.

We. Are. Fucked.

No one apart from me had moved a muscle. Everyone rigid in their position, upright, eyes darting in their sockets. The bomb would detonate, we just didn't know when. It had been an eternity since those ominous words were uttered and yet in real time, less than a minute had passed. 

Slowly, Ryan shifted his weight to his knees and climbed off the bed. He was aiming for the window, possibly to jump out. Suddenly he was thrown back and a ball of orange light appeared, illuminating the dark room with its intensity. I watched in horror as the creature from earlier this night appeared, grinning. It turned to Sara, snarling. She gasped and pressed herself to the far corner of the bed, petrified. 

The being spoke again in a thick voice. When it spoke, its skin moved like PVA glue, melting into each sentence. In one word, it was horrifying. "I don't look that scary, do I?" It chuckled darkly. "I can take many forms."

With that, its features began to shimmer and suddenly it morphed into a naked, bony male in his late 20's, with piercing blue eyes and almost-white hair, flopped in front of his eyes. I watched it with morbid fascination, curious as to how it did that.

He turned to me, his voice altered slightly now. "I know you will be comfortable with this shape."

I shuddered, repulsed at his remark. He inhaled and immediately shot to about 6ft. He squeezed his eyes close and muscles rippled and tugged through his skin, forming slightly bulging biceps and abs. With another inhale, he spun and donned himself with a pair of jeans and a plain black T. His feet were left uncovered, with no shoes or socks. When he finished the transformation, he stopped and stared down at himself smugly.

I glared at him. He looked up and grinned at me as I did this.

"You're still a demon!" I screamed at him in a fit of rage. "You almost forced yourself on me! I don't care if we summoned you - you are a piece of SHIT!" I hurled a pillow at him, seething. He laughed at my reaction while the others stared at me in amazement. I leapt off the bed and fisted his chest, shouting obscenities. He caught my wrists quickly and held them to his hard chest, looming above me. I struggled against his grip, tugging away from his grasp.

"Leave my house now. I rescind my invitation. Good BYE." I growled, wrenching myself away from him fiercely. He let me go as I staggered back and fell onto my bed. I sat back up. "Stay the fuck away from me and my friends." I gasped.

Ryan leapt over to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I leaned into his chest, gripping his forearms tightly, shivering madly. The creature groaned and vanished suddenly, leaving the room in darkness. I didn't know if he was coming back. I didn't care. 

"Everyone get out now." I barked.

Daniel wrenched the door open and dived for the stairs. We raced after him. Everyone shoved and clamboured down the steps. Jake stumbled into me and I yelped falling to the bottom and landing on top of Connor. It caused a pile up and everyone ended up in a heap at the bottom of the steps, trapped between each other. I wrenched my limbs free from the mess and ran to the door. I opened the vestibule door and shrieked. He was there. I slammed the door and ran for the back door, leaping over my struggling friends. 

"The key - where the fuck is the key?" I yelled, scrabbling around the door blindly. I found it on the counter and jammed it into the door, wrenching it open. 

"COME ON!" I screamed to my friends who were still fumbling on the floor. I found Sara's flailing arm and yanked her out, pushing her through the door. Next I grabbed Jake and shoved him through too. The others quickly righted themselves and raced through the door, following me through.

Sara yanked the ginnel door bolt, hyperventilating. 

"I can't - I can't open it." She cried. I shoved past Jake and pressed myself to the door, gritting my teeth as I jammed my weight into the bolt.

"He's coming." Connor yelled as I threw my weight against it. I groaned and pressed my palms against it. The door swung open. I raced down the ginnel, pressing my arms against the walls. Kicking the last door open, it swung sharply and fell off the hinges. I raced into the street, begging my friends to hurry. 

"Get to the park. Hurry!" I ordered and ran down the dark street, almost barefoot. I ran as fast as my legs would take me then as I reached the playground I stopped abruptly, leaning against the railing to catch my breath. The others soon caught up and did the same, wheezing.

"Nat, we've got no fucking shoes on!" Sara exclaimed.

I stared at her incredulously. "Do you really think I give a damn right now?"

Daniel wheezed against the railing. "We're in some deep shit now, aren't we?" He asked rhetorically. I glanced up at him and nodded wordlessly. He held his head in his hands, muttering softly. I think he was praying. I was surprised at that - he was a strict Atheist. Or so he claimed.

I opened the rusty gate and stepped onto the park, strolling towards the swings. I sat down heavily, sighing. The park was eerie at night, particularly considering what was coming after us. In this moment, I missed my parents.

But how would they know what to do? They didn't even believe Ouija boards were real - strict Atheists, like Daniel. If I tried to explain what had happened tonight, they'd take me to the police station and the mental asylum, in that order. I couldn't risk that. Either that or they'd assume that we'd taken something.

Hell, that's what everyone would think. And who could blame them? It didn't sound very credible. Ouija boards are considered a kids novelty toy by most people. What was I supposed to do? I leant back against the swing and kicked my feet out, starting a gentle swing. If I was religious, I would've prayed to a deity. I think I'm past the point of being saved by Jesus or Allah now. I scoffed out loud.

"You looked pretty lonely here - figured I'd join you." Ryan remarked. I shrugged and leant back on the swing softly rocking it back and forth. I leaned my head on the side of the swing, blinking gently. There was an awkward silence.

My mind drifted back to what happened earlier that night. "I guess things are different between us now then" Not quite wanting an answer. I sat up, putting my hands in my lap and turning my head towards him.

He readjusted himself and twisted the swing slightly so his feet were pointing towards me. "You know I care about you. I always have." He paused to clear his throat. "I don't want things to be weird now. We're still mates. I'm not going to jeopardise our friendship group."

He took my hand. "If we make it through tonight, I promise you that it'll be better next time." He grinned at me. "To be continued?"

I smiled back at him and squeezed his hand. "To be continued." I hopped off the swing and pulled him up. "Come on." I urged him.

He furrowed his brows, following me. "Where are we going?" He questioned. 

I laughed. "Back to that lot, silly. We need to sort out what we're doing." With that, I picked up my pace, pulling Ryan along with me.

Jake grinned at me. "The lovebirds are back then! Having a quiet smooch over there were you?" He chuckled. Ryan looked at him pained while I shook my head in mock-derision.

"'Smooch'? Sorry, Grandpa." I laughed. "It's nice to see you've perked up though." I leant my back against the railing, staring at him.

He chuckled. "Making the best of a bad situation, sweetheart. That's what it is." He stared over his shoulder, towards my street. "Speaking of bad situations - what are we going to do about this one?"

His tone shifted from joking to serious.

I squeezed the railing tighter, biting the side of my lip. I knew he was expecting an answer from me. I didn't have one to give.

Connor spoke up. "We could go back and negotiate with him - well, it. Whatever the fuck he is." He made a noise of disgust.

I raised my eyebrows. "Negotiate! Are you serious? Connor, that demon threw you across the room. He could've killed you. And now, now you want to freaking negotiate?" I spluttered. "No. There is no way in hell I'm letting you do that." I stared at everyone. "Any of you.

"

He went quiet. His next sentence came as a spit. "What the fuck else are we supposed to do, Natasha? That's your house. We can all go home at the end of the day." 

Jake suddenly chimed in. "Actually, we could get teleported to Natasha's again so..." Connor glared at him. "I'll just. Um. Stop talking."

Connor lowered his voice. "Look. This thing is angry. Maybe we've summoned it the wrong way or maybe it's just got a vendetta against teenagers. I don't know. All I know is, it's here, it's pissed and it wants to hurt us."

He walked over to me and stared me in the eyes, gripping my forearms. "One way or another, you're going to have to face him. I know he's hurt you. He hurt all of us. That's why we're going to send him back to hell."

His voice was stern.

I looked away from him and sighed. "You're right." I brushed the hair out of my face. I looked up at him again. "It's going to be dangerous."

He nodded grimly. "I know. It's the risk we have to take."

Malverto (Julian)

They all ran. Pitiful creatures. Humans are so weak, so defenceless. The only thing protecting them is the thin veil we walk against. They pierced the veil and they have suffered the consequences.

But I'm not finished yet. I have met with humans before. Shamans, Priestesses. They had a gift but lacked the strength to wield their power properly. They should not dabble in a world not meant for them. 

I walk through the glass littered carpet. The blood spatters on the wall are so captivating. Violence is beautiful. I have made myself beautiful in the eyes of western humans. I can take any form. I can take anyone, too. I have, over the centuries. Princesses, supermodels, what I want, I get.

This one is different, however. She hasn't fallen for my touch. Nor has she fallen for another mans. This surprises me. But it entices me.

I stroll up the stairs, admiring my handiwork of chaos. I reach the top and head towards her room. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. It doesn't smell of her, it smells of those others.

I walk over to the bed and trace my fingers along the wooden frame. I reach her pillow. It smells of her. It's enchanting. She smells of summer, warmth. A natural beauty. I can smell that boy, too. I clench my fists. The girl is mine. She doesn't know it yet... but she will be. I will have her completely. 

I stroke the pillow, imagining her soft curls covering her perfect, petite shoulders. I growl. I MUST have her. I have waited centuries for a girl like this.

She is like a butterfly, so beautiful and yet so delicate. Humans do not care for a butterfly. They pull off wings for sport, laugh as they maim and destroy something so precious. And yet, violence inflicted upon them is taken very differently. They are a peculiar species. This one is different, however. I cannot harm her as I have harmed the others. 

I groan. I need to fulfil my hunger. I must wait for her to come to me. But for now, I must find another. I depart, searching for my lamb to senselessly fuck.

"Why don't we just shoot the cunt?" Jake exclaimed. 

I groaned and slapped my hand against my forehead. "Gee, what a great idea. Let's shoot something that's not even alive. Or mortal." I leaned back, stretching my legs out from being sat cross legged. 

Sara sighed. "We've been here for hours, guys. I'm starving. Can we just go somewhere to get food please?" Her stomach rumbled accordingly. I smiled at her sympathetically.

"I am pretty hungry." Ryan agreed with her. 

Daniel leant in towards us. "Come on. Let's go back to mine. I'll make some bacon sarnies." He winced at his word choice, predicting exactly what happened next.

Jake and Connor hooted with laughter. "Oh yeah, let's go back to yours and have some scran, eh? After that we'll pop the ol' kekkle on and have a nice brew. Ooh yeah. Sounds smashing." Connor wiped a tear from his eye, laughing loudly.

We were all from Cumbria, born and bred but we liked to pretend we weren't most of the time. It led to some pretty interesting vocabulary. 

We hauled ourselves up and began to walk to Dan's. I glanced down at my feet and sighed - my socks were absolutely coated in mud. Everyone else was barefoot, trampling through the dewy grass.

Thankfully we hadn't bumped into anyone. Soon we arrived at Daniel's, who slid the key into the door and entered quietly, ushering us in quickly. He held his index finger up then dashed up the stairs for a moment then returned downstairs.

"They're all asleep. Come on, I'll whip us up something."

We all stepped forward but he blocked us with an upturned palm. "Wipe your feet first, guys." He grumbled and walked into the kitchen. We rubbed our feet against the mat cautiously then headed into the kitchen one by one, glancing around the homely room. 

It smelt of English cooking, roast chicken and boiled potatoes, carrots and gravy, beef and parsnips. I inhaled the smell, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

Sara padded over to me. "How are you holding up?" She wrapped an arm around me.

I sighed. "Better than I thought I would. Truth be told, I'm more concerned that my back door is wide open right now more than anything. Forget the demon - I don't fancy being robbed."

Daniel shoved a sandwich into my hand. "Bacon and sausage. There's brown sauce in the fridge if you want it." He handed one to Sara too. I bit into it hungrily, the saltiness washing over my taste buds. I wolfed the sandwich down and soon enough I was licking my fingers. 

Ryan was staring at the clock as his eyes widened. I looked at him in confusion and nudged Sara, pointing at him.

"What's up Ryan?" I asked softly. Connor, Jake and Daniel looked up at him.

He responded back quickly, his eyes never leaving the still hands. "Look at the clock. The hands aren't moving."

Everyone's attention focused on the clock. He was right. It wasn't moving at all.

Daniel narrowed his eyes. "Maybe the battery just needs changing. I'll go and grab my phone." He darted into the other room and returned, watching his phone screen intensely. 

"What time is it?" I asked quietly. 

He pressed the lock button continuously, his phone lighting up as he did so. "It-It's not changing. I mean it must be wrong, there's a fault somewhere - I must be... no. It isn't possible. I don't think - I can't -" He stuttered. 

We stared at him, fear growing.

"According to my phone, it's 10pm. On the 1st of August." He set it on the counter, placing his hands on the side of his face. "That was when we used the board, yesterday." He frowned and ran up the stairs then cussed loudly. We raced up after him.

He staggered back. "They're not here. None of them! He's taken my family!" He raced into the bathroom. Connor followed him. 

He wrapped his arm around Daniel's shoulder. "Come on man. Don't lose it. We can't afford to let you go nuts." Daniel leaned against him, panting. 

I crept into the room. "Dan, do you have a computer?" He nodded. "I'm going to find out what's going on, okay?" He nodded again.

I tiptoed over to Dan's room and climbed onto the bed, picking up his laptop. Switching it on, I leant into the pillows and sighed. Ryan, Sara and Jake followed me, sitting across the bed. Ryan led next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. I grimaced at the laptop time: 10:00pm. Same as the phone. 

I clicked onto Google and stabbed in a few words: Ouija board; time alteration; solution. Nothing was coming up except the usual stuff like how to use one safely, horror stories etcetera. Nothing helpful was coming up then one story caught my eye. 

It was on a list of '22 Real Ouija Board Horror Stories.' In the short story, 2 girls were using a board and they had contacted something. Time had seemingly stopped, and after a few hours they fell asleep. They awoke, and time had still not returned to normal so they attempted to contact the spirit again and fell into a deep sleep or unconsciousness.

When they woke up, an HOUR had passed in real time. They were unsure as to how it had happened or what they had summoned but they had never found an explanation. My eye flicked back to the part before they came back to normal time. They had contacted the presence a second time before everything returned to normal. I looked at my friends. They were tired, dirty and frightened. I had to do something. But I couldn't risk going back. 

Connor stepped into the room. "Daniel said if anyone wants a shower, go right ahead. Anyone need one?" We nodded emphatically. I went first and stepped into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I stripped off and chucked my clothes into the corner of the room. They were muddy and covered with day old vodka, coke and other stuff.

I turned on the shower. It sprayed a warm gentle jet of water on my worn out body. I relaxed into it and put my face towards the stream, washing away the mascara and the dried tears. I soaped my body up with a Shea body wash and lathered my hair up with a green apple shampoo, massaging my scalp softly. I stood for a few minutes, letting the warm water wash away the soap and slowly my mind felt at ease. I didn't want to spend too long in there so I hopped out, wrapping a towel around my midriff and tying it at my chest.

I cringed at my clothes bunched in the corner of the room. Maybe Dan had some old clothes that'd fit me. I stepped out the bathroom and padded to Daniel's room, knocking on the door softly. I stepped in, embarrassed at my friends seeing me like this. The boys ogled me and Ryan grinned appreciatively. 

"Have you got any spare clothes that'll fit me? I know it's weird to ask but my old ones are pretty dirty." I placed an arm across my towelled chest, feeling exposed. 

He stood up and cracked his back, yawning. "My sister's about the same size as you. Go into her room, you can borrow something of hers." 

I thanked him and crossed the hallway, opening her door carefully in case she had somehow returned. I closed the door and dropped the towel on the floor by my feet. Stepping over the towel, I walked over to her drawers and opened the first drawer, discovering panties, bras and socks. 

I picked up a white bra and compared it against my small bust. Nah, too big. I delved further into the drawer and pulled out a light blue bra with white stars decorating the edges with a silver gem donned in the middle. I held it up against my chest again. It fit reasonably well. I put it on quickly and pulled out a matching pair of panties.

I pulled them up my legs quickly. In typical me-fashion, I wanted to find a pair of knee highs.

Upon further inspection, I couldn't find any so I settled for a pair of black sheer tights. I pulled them up my smooth calves carefully, not risking laddering them. I found a pair of black socks and pulled them onto my feet.

Now, to find the rest of the outfit. I opened up her wardrobe and to my delight, discovered we were both size 6's. I grabbed a pair of black shorts with studs and zippers, a punk look. For my top half, I got a grey crop top and a black leather jacket. I also found a pair of black skinny jeans which I folded and tossed onto the bed. I grabbed a second pair of socks and panties then folded them up carefully onto the bed.




Ouija Board Horror Ch. 03



I wandered over to her makeup collection. Staring at my face in the mirror, I lined my eyes with black kohl and added a few sweeps of black mascara. My hair had resumed to its normal curl so I left it dry naturally. It framed my face nicely anyway. I sprayed several perfume bottles and found a particular scent I liked and spritzed it on my neck, wrists and behind my ears.

Now, I needed shoes. Her shoes were lined up on a shoe rack in the corner of the room. I found a pair of black doc martens in my size and slipped them onto my feet, tying the laces tightly. 

Someone tapped the door. I tugged up the shorts fully and opened it. It was Ryan. He stared me up and down, grinning. 

He stepped into the room, wrapping his hands around my waist. "You look amazing!" He grinned, leaning into me for a kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed my mouth against his. He walked towards the wall, lifting me slightly as he did so. He pressed me against the wall leaning into me with his hips.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving my hands over his neck and shoulders passionately. Suddenly he lunged into me with his hips, pressing his lips to mine and seeking out my tongue. I gasped in surprise. 

He wrapped his hands around my back, securing me to his hips while he continued to kiss me, moaning. His lips descended down my neckline, kissing and sucking the tender skin. I moaned into his shoulder, biting my lip. He gently nipped the side of my neck then sucked it quickly. He lifted me under my butt and carried me to the bed, throwing me onto it. His eyes looked over me hungrily, taking everything of me in. He put one knee on the mattress and grabbed my leg, pulling himself on top of me, straddling my waist. I bit my lip devilishly.

Malverto

I have found a specimen. She walks up the street towards me in skin tight leggings and a low cut, v-neck. Her hair is a deep shade of red descending from her head in thick wavy locks, her eyes a piercing blue. She stops to check her phone then puts it back in her flimsy bag. Her skin is so pale, blue veins appearing against her neck. She is near me now. I look up and catch her eye. She pauses, glances away then looks at me again. Her mouth opens as she lets out a small gasp. I smirk at her and stop. She walks over to me slowly.

"Hi. I don't normally do this. Um. What's your name?" She babbles quickly.

I smile at her, my eyes widening slightly. "Julian." I reply smoothly. I slouch slightly, leaning towards her.

She smiles involuntarily, tucking a strand of rouge hair behind her ear. "Nice name." I stick my tongue in my cheek, suppressing a grin.

"And yours?" I lean into her, gazing into her eyes. It has the desired effect - she begins to breathe slightly faster.

She clears her throat. "Emma." 

I place a hand on her shoulder. She jerks slightly. "That's a beautiful name. For such a beautiful woman." I add, gripping her shoulder. She flushes.

"Do you want to get out of here? We can go to my place." Her flush deepens.

I lean into her, my breath hot against her ear. "I would enjoy that very much." I mumble gravelly. I offer her my hand and she takes it quickly. It is a short journey to her house and soon we arrive inside.

She looks down at my feet, confused. "Where are your shoes?" She questions.

I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut. A pair of sneakers materialise on my feet. She stares down at my shoes in amazement.

"How did you-"I cut her off and push her against the wall, placing my hands on the wall above her head, caging her in. My forehead drops to hers. She fists the centre of my chest, bunching the material between her fingers. 

I growl and grab her wrist, pinning it against the wall. She whimpers beneath me, staring up at me in fear. I growl and rip her top off, exposing her large milky breasts. She yelps and I lean down to take her breast flesh in my mouth.

I snarl and tug the bra down to her stomach, giving me full access to her round tits. She cries out as I bite her nipple, tugging it between my lips and sucking it fiercely. She gasps loudly and I dig my fingers into her shoulder. I lunge into her with my hips. She feels my raging erection and whimpers quietly. My hand drifts down her stomach and reaches her pelvis. I unbutton her jeans and unzip them slowly. I rag them down to her thighs and slowly slip my hand down her waistband. She pushes against me, shaking her head. I press tighter against her, pinning her to the wall. I overpower her easily as she struggles against my strength. 

"It won't be quick. But I promise I will fuck your brains out." I whisper to her struggling form. I slip my finger between her folds and seek out her button. Using my thumb to massage it in slow circles, I run my other finger down to her hole and circle the entrance, threatening to invade her most intimate area with my slender finger.

She pushes against me weakly, pleading wordlessly as my ministrations take effect. I continue to swirl my fingers around her vagina and slowly push a finger inside her. To my relief, I don't find a hymen. She isn't a virgin.

I add a second finger and slowly pump her, stroking my fingers in a beckoning gesture to hit her G-spot. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I do this. She leans against me, pressing her face into my chest as I pleasure her. She groans as I add a second finger to her clit, alternating circles around her clit so that all of her clit is being massaged. 

They give in so fast, I think to myself, swirling and pumping my fingers inside her. She leans against me fully, panting loudly. My fingers are slick from her juices as I pump them inside her faster. She tilts her head back against the wall, her mouth open wide in ecstasy. Suddenly, I remove my fingers from her and pull out my raging cock. I bend down to lift her slightly and lower her onto my cock. Her pussy allows me in easily. I resist the urge to pound her furiously and go in slowly, rubbing my fingers against her clit. 

I began to imagine Natasha wrapped around my cock, begging for more, her slight frame wrapped around my body, screwing her senselessly. I imagine her straddling me as I lift her hips up and down on my shaft, her tight tunnel massaging it firmly. I imagine throwing her against the wall and pumping my cock into her furiously, her petite frame shuddering against my size, overpowering her easily. She is mine. No one else's. I will take her innocence and she will be mine, completely.

I open my eyes and stare down at Emma. She leans her head against the wall, moaning loudly as I pump into her furiously. I rub her clit faster, urging her to cum. She squeezes my shoulder and cries out. I shift my body slightly and my cock penetrates her deeper, reaching her cervix. She cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain as I do this. I bite her neck and she cums, shaking against me as the pleasure tears through her. I jerk and shove my cock as far as it will go into her, spurting my hot salty cum into her canal. I pull out of her suddenly and move away from her. She slumps against the wall, panting. 

I have satiated my appetite for now. I turn to leave the room and she grasps my wrist. I turn around to meet her gaze.

She stutters. "W-Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay a while?" I stare down at her coldly.

"I have gotten what I wanted." She cries out after me, following her to the door then stops as she realises she's naked - whereas I didn't get undressed. I take long strides down the pathway and stroll down the road, leaving her used, confused and exhausted. 

Sara sat in the corner of the room, towelling her hair dry. "I don't suppose your sister's got something that'll fit me?" She said hopefully. Daniel shook his head. Sara sighed. 

"My Mum might, though. Go and have a look. It's the room across mine. Next to my sister's." He continued to stare at the laptop screen, scrolling slowly.

He couldn't find much, aside from the risks involved with Ouija's. The situation seemed hopeless. He was jealous of Ryan's closeness to Natasha, too. He'd liked Natasha since he met her the year before and now suddenly she and Ryan were making googly eyes at each other.

Daniel was a nice guy though. He couldn't say anything about their relationship without coming across as petty or bitter. He knew he wasn't the best looking guy but he and Natasha had always gotten along. Granted, it was only in a platonic way but deep down, he'd always hoped that something would spark for the two of them.

His friends were all good looking. Connor had dark brooding eyes and a toned body while Jake was tall tanned with fair hair and smooth skin. Sara had huge boobs and full lips; Ryan was muscular and handsome. Natasha was a delicate, petite little thing, all hair and eyes, lips and legs. However, she was a strong minded girl, determined and funny. She was out of his league and he knew it. Everyone had wanted her at some point but up until now she had refused to be sexually involved with anyone in the gang.  

Maybe one day she'd see him as he saw her. It was wishful thinking but it kept him going. For now though, all she wanted was Ryan and he knew he didn't stand a chance against him. 

Sara stood between the two doors, uncertain which one Dan meant. She went on a hunch and opened the left door. Ryan and Natasha were wrapped around each other on the bed, kissing passionately. 

"What the fuck?" Sara yelled. They sprang apart like stereotypical guilty teenagers. Natasha brushed her hair into place, her cheeks flushed.

I cleared my throat, trying to act nonchalantly. "Hey Sara what's up?" I stammered.

Sara stared at me incredulously. "Nothing compared to you, apparently!" She exclaimed sarcastically. She walked out the room quickly and rushed into the other, locking the door behind her. 

I put her head in my hands, muttering to myself quietly something along the lines of 'oh no fuck oh my god no-no-no'. Ryan took my hands and lifted my chin to look at him. 

I wrenched away from him. "What happened to keeping this a secret? Now everyone's going to find out what we've been doing." I groaned.

"You said yourself if they found out it'll make things weird." I put my hands against my cheeks.

He sighed. "You need to talk to her. She's your best friend. Don't let her tell any of the others. They have some form of idea what's been going on but it's all assumptions." He pushed me slightly. "Go on. Quick." 

I knocked on the door. "Sara? I need to talk to you." I bit the edge of my lip nervously.

"I'm getting dressed. What do you want?"She muttered.

I cursed silently. "I really need to talk to you." Just let me in, you twat.

She scoffed. "I'm not bothered. Really. If you want to make things weird between everyone, go ahead. I'm not going to stop you."

I sighed loudly. "It won't be weird if we keep this between us; you see what I'm getting at?" I leaned my forearm against the door.

She yanked the door open quickly and I staggered forward. "Why are you doing this for him? He doesn't care about you. You're just an easy lay to him." She remarked coldly.

I clenched my fist. "You're supposed to be my best mate. Why are you being a bitch?" I replied shortly.

She leaned over me and shut the door. "Because, Natasha, you're too naive to see what he's doing to you. All that's going to happen is this: he'll get what he wants. Then you'll be left thinking what the hell happened. This is the Luke situation all over again. You never see when they're using you, do you? You're blind to the truth." She sighed.

I took a step towards her dangerously. "Take that back." 

She stepped backwards. "No. What I said is the truth and you can't make me go back on it." She sniffed.

My eyes narrowed. "I said, take it back. Now." I took another step towards her. I was furious at her. I wanted to throw her out of the window then kick her in the stomach until she coughed up blood.

Her expression turned to one of fear. "Oh my God... Natasha, your eyes-" She leapt away from me, diving onto the bed. "Calm down! Please. Stay back." 

Hatred coursed through my veins. "You're jealous I can get a guy and you can't. You wish you could be me. You hate it so much, don't you." I barked. I dived at her, grabbing her hair and twisting it around my fist.

She screamed. "Say you're sorry. Do it!" I growled. She tried to shove me off her but I overpowered her, trapping her between my legs. I yanked her head back, glaring into her eyes.

"HELP! RYAN! SOMEBODY-" I snarled at her and scratched her face, slicing her cheek. Blood formed to the surface and pooled across the cut.

Connor barged into the room, pulling me off her by the waist. I kept a firm grip of her and yanked her along with me, screaming in pain. Jake dived into the room and put his hand between mine and Sara's hair. 

"Come on Natasha, let go of her hair." Jake grunted, trying to prise open my fingers. I turned my head to stare at him and he leapt back in surprise.

"Fucking hell, she's possessed." He yelled. I growled at him, jerking my body forward. 

Sara sobbed. "He's making her do it! He's possessing her!" She screamed again as I twisted her hair tighter. Daniel and Ryan ran into the room. 

"I don't know what to do!" Connor yelled. Ryan shoved past him and climbed over towards me, gripping my shoulder.

He stared me in the eyes. "Snap out of it Nat. I know you're in there. This isn't you. I hissed at him and swiped at his face. He caught my wrist tightly. 

"We need to summon that guy. He's the one doing this, I know it." Daniel remarked grimly.

Connor huffed. "Oh, so now we're willingly going to hand ourselves over to a demon? You must have a death wish."

Daniel glared at him. "We've got no other choice. We do it now, before it's too late. There's nothing left to lose."

TO BE CONTINUED



Ouija Board Horror Ch. 04



This is Chapter 4, I hope you're enjoying the story so far! If you have any feedback you'd like to leave me, I'd appreciate it. I apologise for the shortness of this chapter, the next one will be much longer! As always, enjoy.

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It was decided. They had to summon him. Between the 5 of them, Natasha was prised from Sara and was now tied up in the corner on the room, snarling, black eyes glaring at them beneath her long hair shrouding her face. She was under the influence of the demon - that was the only way to explain what was happening. The only option was to summon him and made a deal with him to save their friend. 

Sara winced, clutching her sore scalp. "How do we summon him?" She glanced over to Natasha fearfully, who was staring at her and hissing.

Connor looked up from the laptop. "We need to sacrifice blood. It has to come from one of us." He sighed. "There's a butcher knife downstairs, we'll use that." 

The other 4 nodded in agreement. "Who's going to do it then?" Jake piped up. No one answered. He huffed. It was funny how after everything they'd already been through, they were afraid to lose a little more blood. "Well?" He pushed. Everyone lowered their faces. He sighed disgustedly. "Fine. Since you're all too chicken-shit, I guess I'll do it."

He moved and Ryan grabbed his wrist. "Stay. I'll do it. Dan, show me where the kitchen is again?" Ryan heaved himself up and Daniel followed him silently. Connor, Jake and Sara stared at Natasha fearfully, afraid of what she might do next. Using Daniel's father's handcuffs, they'd secured her wrists behind her back and wrapped a piece of skipping rope around her midriff, securing her to the edge of the bed. They used the rest of the skipping rope to tie her ankles together so she couldn't kick them either. Trussed up like a prize turkey, she glared at each of them hatefully, spitting and snarling. She wasn't the delicate, peaceful girl they all knew and loved - she was just scary.

Daniel and Ryan returned, carrying the knife. Ryan cleared his throat. "Okay, we need to sacrifice some blood. How do we do this?" He sat down beside Connor, laying the knife on the ground in front of him.

Connor flicked his eyes to the screen and stabbed the keys several times. "'Says here we need to get you in the middle of us, either cut or stab you then wipe the blood across our foreheads. Then we have to repeat this chant to summon him, provided he is a demon." He put a fist to his mouth. "Jesus fucking Christ." 

Jake leant over and put a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Are you sure you can do this?"

Ryan took a deep breath before answering. "Just do it before I change my fucking mind." He turned to face Daniel and handed him his wrist, squeezing his eyes shut. Daniel stared at him uneasily and raised the knife. All 5 of them watched the blade, eyes wide. He drove the knife down and slashed Ryan across his forearm, coating the edge of the knife in red. Daniel took a dab of blood and rubbed it into his forehead. He passed the knife to Sara, who did the same then passed it to Jake. He sighed shakily and rubbed it on his and passed it to Connor, who took the rest of the blood and swirled it into his forehead. He laid the knife next to him and Ryan moved out the way, grabbing a towel and pressing it to his forearm as he winced. 

Connor sighed and began to chant. "Lirach, Tasa, Vefa, Wehlic." He grabbed Jake's hand and motioned for the others to do the same. The power seemed to intensify as an electric spike ran through them. 

"Renich, Tasa, Uberaca, Biasa. Lirach, Tasa, Vefa, Wehlic." They began to chant together. An unnatural wind rushed through the room as they chanted loudly, the whistle piercing their ears. Natasha gyrated in the corner, struggling to free herself from the restraints and crying out. 

"RENICH, TASA, UBERACA, BIASA. LIRACH, TASA, VEFA, WEHLIC." They chanted in unison. Ryan fled the room and dashed into the hallway, blown back by a strong wind. He curled up in the corner, bracing himself from the intensity while the other 4 continued to chant with increasing speed. He wrenched himself up and grasped the banister, fighting against the wind. The portraits on the wall whizzed past him and smashed into the end wall, splintering into glassy shards. The doors opened themselves and creaked loudly, one flying off the hinges and crashing into the end wall. 

"RENICH. TASA. UBERACA. BIASA. LIRACH. TASA. VEFA. WEHLIC!" They commanded, gripping each other tightly. An unseen force blew them apart and forced them to opposite ends of the room, pushed into the wall. 

Natasha gasped. "Guys?" She stared at them, fright in her eyes. 

Ryan fell into the room. "Natasha!" He was propelled out the room, crashing into the banister. The door slammed shut and Natasha's restrains disintegrated, leaving her huddled in the corner. Sara struggled to move from the wall - she couldn't. He's coming.

The dreaded voice appeared. "How nice of you to tie her up for me, but that really won't be necessary." 

There was a scream and it went dark. Moments later, the light reappeared and the unseen force was gone. Natasha was, too.

Sara burst into a fit of screams. "He's taken her!" Connor wrapped his arms around her sobbing form, his face grim. 

Malverto (Julian)

I have her. I finally have her. My butterfly. She stares at me from the corner of the room, her eyes widened in fear. We are in the exact same place, we are simply on a different plane. She doesn't know that, though. As far as she knows, her friends have simply vanished.

I step towards her and she backs away from me. "Stay away from me!" She cries. She won't make it easy, but that's the fun. I am going to take her, completely. I will fuck her, and she will beg me for more. She is mine.

I approach her and she darts away from me. I block her and she throws herself against the wall to avoid my grasp. I play this game for a few moments but I tire of it quickly. I materialise next to her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. She yelps and pulls away from me but I easily overpower her. 

She lashes out at me, kicking my calves. "Get off me! I'll scream!" She struggles against me as I pin her to me, pressing my hips against her back. I utter a spell and quickly she is pinned to the wall, unable to move. I touch her face and gently lean in to kiss her and she presses her lips together. I decide to leave the romance and go straight into moulding her to my will. 

"Shall we play that little game we did at your party, Natasha? The one where I made you wet for my fingers? Oh, wait... I never did put my fingers into you." She stares at me, horrified.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" My hand drifts to her stomach and swirls across it, fingertips gently brushing against her. She shudders. 

"Please. Please, stop." She whimpers. I place a finger to her lips and let it fall to her thigh, where I stroke her gently. I circle the top of her thigh and I can feel her relenting slightly. I unbutton her shorts and unzip them, tossing them to the corner. I mutter a quick spell and suddenly she is forced onto the bed, laid flat with her knees bent. I stroll over to her.

"Ryan touched you, but I will take you." Her legs are clamped shut as she fights against me. I place a hand between her knees and prise them apart slowly, fighting her as she pushes them together. I use both hands and tug her legs apart, using my knees to secure them apart. I pull her towards me so her crotch rests against mine. I lean over her, placing a palm next to her face while my other hand slips into her panties. 

She gasps and struggles to move away from me but the spell holds her captive. She will come to enjoy this. I rub my hand along her folds, stroking the soft, smooth skin around her inner lips. She cries out, begging me to stop. I reach her hole and slowly circle the outside with a single finger. She goes rigid, her lips clamped together. Suddenly I push my finger up into her and she cries out, squeezing her eyes shut. I pump my finger into her slowly and I feel her body accepting my obtrusion. I circle her clit with my thumb and she whimpers again, refusing to give in. She is amazingly tight. I don't think I could fit another finger in without a struggle. I shudder and relinquish my hold on the spell. She is no longer spell bound and taking me by surprise, shoves me away from her. 

I growl and chase after her. She leaps across the room and backs up against the wall, wrapping her arms around her petite frame. I lunge at her and she darts away but I catch her and pin her to the floor. With one yank I rip off her tights, leaving her with her underwear and crop-jumper on. She pulls away from me, crawling across the floor. I grab her, flip her over and straddle her once again. 

She kicks out at me and I grab her leg, pulling it apart from the other. She grabs at the bed post in an attempt to pull herself away from me but I mutter a quick spell and a rope wraps around her hands, tying her wrists to the bed. She yanks at it furiously, pulling away from me. I slip my hands into her panties again and decide to teach her a lesson for running away from me. I yank her panties to her ankles, spreading her naked sex apart. Without warning I thrust both fingers into her. She cries out in pain. I leave them still in her for a moment, letting her adjust to my slender fingers. I have stretched her considerably.

Slowly I pump them in and out of her while she struggles against her binds. I reach up and begin to stroke her clit again. Her struggles to escape slow and she quietens, closing her eyes. Her juices start to coat my fingers and her body jerks in sexual arousal. She moans and I look up at her, smirking. She stares at me, biting her lip then leans her head back, emitting a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. I quicken my pace, thrusting my fingers into her. Her juices flow from her pussy and I stroke some up around her clit. She elicits another moan, louder this time. I circle her clit faster as it stands out erect, begging for attention. She arches her back, moaning softly and spreading her legs wider. I wonder if she's aware of it. I pump my fingers into her steadily, marvelling how she reacts to my ministrations. I hear her mumbling and I lean forward to hear her.

"Oh God, don't stop Ryan, don't stop." I grab her face and turn it to face me. She meets my ice-blue eyes and gasps quietly. 

I retort coolly. "My name is Julian." I slide my fingers into her, never breaking eye contact. "I am finger-fucking you, not that imbecile." She moans loudly and leans back, her mouth opening wide. 

"Oh God, I think... I think I'm- Oh my- I'm coming-"She gasps, moaning loudly. I lean forward to take her mouth and she doesn't fight me. I kiss her lips gently and she kisses back, moaning. I pick up the pace, finger-blasting her. She cries out fervently, gyrating her body against my hand. I finger-fuck her senselessly as she tosses her hair about, moaning passionately. Suddenly she arches her back and her eyes roll to the back of her head, crying out. I continue to pump my fingers into her furiously, dragging out the moment.

She slumps backwards, her head lolling to the side. I slide my fingers out of her sopping hole and brush the hair from her flushed face, her hands still bound behind her. I stare at her and smile. She is one step closer to becoming mine.

Ryan lifted the towel from his arm. "It's stopped bleeding." The others grunted in response, searching the web for help. He walked over to the bed and led on it, thinking of Natasha.

Sara sniffed. "Oh God, I just really hope she's okay. That bastard could be doing anything to her right now."

Ryan tensed as she said this. "I'll kill him if he's hurt her." The emotion was tangible in his voice. He pressed a pillow to his chest, leaning his chin onto it. Sara smiled at him supportively.

They weren't having much luck. They estimated it had been an hour since she was taken. So far, all they could find was the general Ouija bullshit. Keeping it together was the hard part. Everything was so surreal. Up until the night of the party, everything had been so normal. They were a good group of friends, enjoying their summer and lack of responsibilities. It was amazing. And now they were in the most terrifying ordeal of their life, not knowing if they'd even get out alive. It must have been about late afternoon, early evening from looking at the sky. The day after the most chaotic night of their lives was starting to simmer down and yet they'd lost one person already. How many more were they going to lose before this nightmare ended?

Connor piped up. "Guys, look at this. It says here that we can post our own story. Maybe we should and see if anybody reads it. Maybe they can help us."

Jake looked up. "It's worth a shot." Connor nodded and started to type. An essay later, he'd finished and submitted it to the site. They all sat in unison, waiting for the post to be approved. A gentle ping came from the laptop: POST APPROVED. Daniel and Connor whooped while Sara and Jake hugged. Ryan sat, tapping his fingers on his knee. 

"Oh, look we've got a comment!" Sara yelled. She beckoned everyone to the screen.

-Zalbarath: - Pmsl r u on drugs? Thts a bad trip mate. LOL.

-Kenvoodoo: - nice story.

-MyChemicalDivorce: - Clearly you've got nothing better 2 do than waste ppl's time on ur silly little stories. Reported for fabrication. 

Connor glared at the screen. "Those fucking idiots." He slammed the screen shut and stormed out the room. Sara followed him, closing the door behind her.

Jake sighed. "No one believes us, do they? Maybe this is all a trip. Or a really, really bad dream." He leant against the wall, sighing. Daniel reached across and pinched him, hard. "What the fuck, dude?" Jake yelled. 

Daniel stared at him. "If this was a dream, that wouldn't have hurt." Jake scoffed at him and turned away, rubbing his arm where Daniel nipped him. Daniel grabbed the laptop and flipped the screen up, checking for any new comments.

-Valhalla: - Damn man that's sum creepy shit. Nightmare fuel straight up LOL.

-DancingWithAngels: - 4 guys and 1 girl? Gangbang! I bet the other girl is getting fucked so hard lmfao

Daniel groaned in disgust. "I've read enough."

Malverto (Julian)

I stare down at her resting face, stroking her hair away from her cheeks. I untie her hands and lift her slight weight, carrying her to bed. I place her onto it gently and climb in next to her. My butterfly. I reach down to her pussy and stroke her gently, causing her mouth to part slightly. She's still asleep. I rest a finger on her clit, jerking it slightly which causes her to shiver in response. Everything I imagined I could do with her will become a reality, soon. Fucking her up the wall, bending her over the counter, watching as she orgasms for me over and over again - everything will become the reality. Of course I must remain in my human form until she is comfortable with me, but I can wait. We have endless time, now. 

I stare at the sand-glass, smiling. If those fools stay where they are and don't break through to their realm within 48 hours, they will be eliminated and Natasha will be kept here, with me forever. I have waited so long for her and now, I have her in my grasp. Then, I will take her back with me to my realm, where she can have the world in exchange for her to give herself to me, wholly. Penetrating her endlessly, sex marathons, and orgasms she will never experience with a human. I will make her mine. I slide a finger into her, shivering at her velvety inside. She is perfection. I do not care how long it takes - even if I have to tie her to the bed, spread eagle, fuck her until she faints and then some more, she will come to love this.

48 hours until Nirvana.



Ouija Board Horror Ch. 05



Hey guys, this is chapter 5! As always, leave me a comment to let me know what you think :)

*****

I stared across the room silently, leaning to my side. All was at rest, an unnatural calm. Julian had left, I wasn't sure where to. I sighed in exasperation and leant back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was afraid to leave the room but if I stayed here I'd any longer I'd be climbing the walls. Heaving myself off the bed, I tiptoed across the room to the door.

Just open it, Natasha.

"Fuck it." I swung the door open and shielded my face, preparing for the worst. Disappointingly, I was faced with Daniel's hallway. I sighed nervously and stepped into the hallway. The carpet felt gravelly, almost as though it was a pavement. The wall seemed different, too. I placed a hand on it and it shrunk away from me! Curious, I poked a finger into the wall and watched as it retreated again like a shy animal.

This is just weird. I strolled down the hallway, dancing my fingertips along the cowering walls. I reached the stairs and wondered if they would retreat from me, too. Holding onto the banister, I placed a light foot onto the step. A delicate musical sound emitted from the step! I stood onto the stair fully, swaying side to side on the musical block. I tiptoed down the stairs, a musical cacophony filling the air. I was slightly disappointed when I reached the bottom. I poked the wall and chuckled as it cowered away from me once again. Wuss. I'd already worked out that I was clearly in a different dimension, a place where the laws of physics depleted slightly. Shrinking walls, musical stairs - what else could there be? I danced through the living room, wrapping my arm around stair case and twirling when suddenly a purple vine wrapped around my wrist. 

I snatched my wrist away, freeing myself from the tightening vine. Another vine snaked around my ankle and I pulled myself away, backing into the wall. It shrunk from me and a vine sprouted from the floor, wrapping around my knee tightly. I tugged at it fiercely and a sudden force shoved me to the floor. I scrambled up and another vine wrapped around my other knee, trapping my legs to the floor. I grasped the banister and pulled myself up, straining against the vines in a fierce battle. I could feel them reaching the snapping point. I gritted my teeth and tensed my legs, snapping the vines apart. I staggered backwards and spun around, aiming for the door. I grasped the door handle, tugging it desperately. 

"Come on, come on." I whimpered, twisting it. Turning my head back I saw several more vines appear behind me, coiling into the air like boa constrictors. Fuck it. I stepped back and ran to the door, snapping it off its hinges. A black abyss awaited me, flicks of colour darting in and out the shadows. Suddenly one of the vines struck forward and slashed the back of my leg. I cried out and dropped to my knees. The vine coiled around my leg, dragging me towards the other coiling rope-like vines as though they anticipated capturing me. I grabbed for the door, clinging to it with my finger tips, knuckles turning white. The vine dragged my lower half towards the living room while I hung on desperately, refusing to let go. Suddenly it lunged backwards and my finger tips from the door. It flew shut. The vine dragged me across the hall towards the others. I squirmed and another vine sprouted from the carpet, snatching my wrist in a tight grip. I tossed my head, searching for anything to hold onto.

The vine led me to the living room. My eyes widened in horror. Before me, a dozen vines swarmed around the room, all aiming for me. One gripped my wrist while another wrapped around my thigh. Another wrapped around my midriff while another wove through my hair. The vines wrapped around my body, encasing me. I was trapped. I laid flat on the ground unable to move. Another vine worked its way up my leg and stopped suddenly, in line with my crotch. It jerked and shuddered grotesquely and suddenly a tongue-like object sprouted from it, squirming around frantically. I shuddered.

The vine slowly made its way towards me and the 'tongue' began to squirm around on my thigh. It was slimy, leaving a residue on my leg. It reached my panties and began to squirm across my mound, twisting and turning wildly. I tried to push away from it but I was trapped. A second vine appeared with a sharp tip and suddenly lunged to my panties, slicing them. I screamed. The vine slashed my panties to ribbons, leaving me bare. The 'tongue' lunged forward and squirmed across my naked mound, flicking across my clit.

A second 'tongue' sprouted from the stem and one squirmed across my clit while the other made deliberate flicking motions. I watched in morbid fascination as it reached my hole and slowly began to sink into my hole. It squeezed into me then suddenly started to 'flick'. Despite this horrid obtrusion I could feel myself being turned on, the flicking hitting my G-spot whilst the second tongue squirmed across my clit frantically. I moaned and the vines around me moved across my body tantalisingly, brushing every inch of my skin. As my struggling lessened the 'tongues' sped up, applying more pressure to my delicate lips. I gasped as the tongue suddenly increased in length, becoming more of a phallic shape. The vines around my upper arms tightened and forced them upwards, exposing my armpits. Two more vines appeared and shuddered, sprouting feathers. 

Dread formed in the pit of my stomach. "Oh fuck." The vines dived forward and started to tickle me mercilessly, diving across my armpits with terrible flicks and swirls. I broke into hysterical laughing. Two more vines appeared around my feet and started to tickle between my toes and the arch of my feet. I shrieked, tears forming around my eyes.

I was touched, tickled, flicked on every inch of my body. I could feel sensory overload setting in and my laughing turned to tears, begging, pleading to stop. They seemed to continue their torture for an eternity, endlessly attacking me with their feathers. I couldn't breathe - I couldn't think, not about anything but the endless feather-soft tickling. Vines wrapped around my hips and tickled them, the feathers brushed up and down my squirming feet, feathers swirled around the crevices in my armpits and on the inside of my thighs while the 'tongues' continued to orally assault me. I couldn't take this any longer and I thrashed about, screaming and laughing hysterically. It was the worst feeling I could imagine. The feathers swirled faster, tickling every sensitive part of me. 

I thrashed about beneath my restrains, squirming from their devilish touch. The vines tightened around my arms, pulling them in 2 straight lines over my head. I was completely exposed now. Another pair of feathery vines appeared and dived onto my armpits, flicking and tickling me. This was agony. I could feel my bladder weaken and I knew I'd wee myself if they didn't stop. I let out an ear-piercing scream, struggling frantically as they tickled me torturously. 

"Pl-please! Stop-stop it!" I stammered, tears leaking down my face. The vines picked up their speed. I began to hyperventilate, my airways cutting off as I felt panic set in and my body shut down. The world was slowing down... getting dim.

"DESIST!" A feminine voice called. Instantaneously, the vines leaped from my body and jumped back, almost guiltily. I thrashed on the floor panting, unable to stand. Delicate footsteps flitted towards me quickly and a blanket was placed over me. Strong arms lifted me to my feet while I held the blanket in a vice grip. Shaking, I turned to face my rescuer and gasped.

An ethereal creature with piercing violet eyes and white hair stood before me. Her hair curled to her shoulders and a long flowing dress draped her slim body to her ankles, where it billowed around her pale ankles, blown by an unseen breeze. I stared at her in amazement. She was stunning, an air of folklore to her. She smiled at me and I felt the crashing waves of the ocean, the cool spritz of the sea on my flushed face. I breathed deeply, staring into her eyes.

She raised her hand to mine and clasped it gently. "Come. I am taking you away from this place." She muttered a chant and suddenly I was clothed in a similar dress to hers, except mine had silver thread woven into the edges, glinting beautifully. It was reminiscent of a wedding dress. I slipped my shoes on and followed her, unsure who she was or even if she was here to help me.

I stopped as we reached the door. "Where... where are we going?" I asked breathily. 

She paused. "Only you will take this journey. Your life will be as it was, before Malverto was summoned."

"Malverto? Is that Julian?" I questioned. She nodded. I widened my eyes. "Wait - what about my friends? Will they be safe again?" I stared at her, marvelling at her elfin features.

She stared at me sadly and shook her head. "Your friends are trapped in another plane. It is one of Malverto's creations and I cannot access that - I am not powerful enough to permeate the barrier Malverto has put up around it." Taking both of my hands, she stared into my eyes. "I am doing this because I see good in you, child. I see light. Julian will take that from you, as he has done before... to others." She grimaced.

I lowered my head. "I can't leave them. They mean everything to me - they're trapped there because of me. It's my fault!" I sobbed. She wrapped her arms around me as I wept, sobs wracking my body. She made comforting noises, rubbing my back softly. I sniffled and looked up at her again, teary-eyed.

She breathed softly. "I cannot help your friends - I can help only you. Julian will... bend you to his will and you will suffer terrible things. Malverto is a sadist, capable of dark and dangerous things. He see's you as his possession, a piece of his property." She gripped my shoulders. "You are a fighter. I see that fire in your eyes. He will quench your flame and darken your light until you are reduced to a rubble of his will and toss you aside when you become a living ghost of yourself." She warned. 

I sighed unhappily. "I don't want to stay here - but if I leave I'll never forgive myself. I have to help my friends or die trying." I glanced back. "I won't leave them."

She saw the truth I was speaking. "If you really want to do this" - she started - "There is a way. It is fraught with danger and there is no guarantee you or your friend will make it out alive. You must take this journey at your own peril. Do you understand?" I nodded frantically. She stared into my eyes, reading them. "Very well." She sighed.

She stepped back from me and raised her hands, forming a opalescent ball of light in her eyes. "Open your palms and raise them to mine." Shakily, I lifted my hands to hers, the ball of light reflecting off my hands. "You must take this magic - it is the only way you can enter Malverto's dimension." She made a shaking motion and the opalescent sphere absorbed into my hands. I felt jolts run up my arms and suddenly a wave of intensity rippled through my body. Oceanic waves crashed through my body. I spread my arms out, closed my eyes and leaned my head upwards. 

The ethereal creature smiled. "Now, you're ready." I looked up at her and she uttered a chant; suddenly the door blew open in a hot gust of unnatural air, revealing what was a black abyss now a swirling vortex of vivid lilacs, pinks, blues and yellows. It was terrifying and yet beautiful. My eyes marvelled at the chaotic splurge of colour and intensity swirling furiously. I stepped forward into the unknown and the woman called out to me:

"When you reach your world, the magic will tell you what to do. Trust in yourself and you cannot go wrong. I wish you the best of luck, young Natasha." I turned around and she smiled at me serenely and for a moment, she resembled an angel. She sighed and closed her eyes; a veil of silver cloaked her elfin body and she disappeared into the sky, leaving behind only a trace of stardust. With that, I leapt into the vortex, praying the luck of the God's be with me.

"My nails are so fucked up. I have this beaver-like will and can't seem to stop chewing them. Wow, I'm so damn attractive." 

"Natasha? Earth to Nat, helloooooooo." 

I was sat in my bedroom. It was still light out - must be daytime. 

"NATASHA!" I snapped into reality. Holy shit - Sara! I dived across the bed, wrapping my arms around her. 

"Oh my God, Sara I've missed you so much." I cried. 

She stared at me, perplexed. "What are you talking about? We've been sat here for like, an hour. Are you okay?" She laughed. Suddenly she writhed and jerked, falling backwards of the chair. I stepped back, surprised. She yanked herself up and grabbed my knee. Her pupils dilated and spread to her iris, blackening her eyes. Blood formed across her waterline and leaked down her face, dripping to her pale neck. I yelped, stumbling backwards. Her eyes took the texture of coal as they stared at me, unblinking. She resembled a banshee.

"HELP US, PLEASE." She choked. She began to splutter and cough. I crouched down and grasped her shoulders. She disintegrated into dust. 

"How? How do I help you?" I fell to the floor, placing my head in my hands.

Your friends are not safe. Use your magic. Help them. Although words weren't spoken, I felt the magic telling me what to do. The magic had shown me the reality of my situation - Sara wasn't sat here, with me. She was in peril, like the others. I remembered what the elfin woman had told me - trust in myself. I knew what I had to do. 

I grabbed a bag from the corner of the room and frantically darted across the house, searching for things I needed. Once I had stuffed everything into the backpack, I looked across the kitchen to the knife drawer. 

I knew what I had to do. I needed to eat, first though. I made myself a sandwich and wolfed it down eagerly. I grabbed the carton of milk and chugged it, finishing half of the carton. What else? Ah. I lifted the pizza box and crammed the congealing slice of pizza into my mouth - it wasn't as good as hot pizza, but still edible.

I was still hungry! I wrenched a bowl from the cupboard, ripped open the box of Frosties and poured a large bowl, pouring the last of the milk into it. I spooned the cereal into my mouth quickly, slopping milk on the counter top.

My appetite was satiated, now it was time to sort my clothes. I looked down and sighed at my flimsy outfit - it had been the outfit I wore for my party. I ripped off the chequered shirt and ran upstairs, flinging my door open. Yanking my wardrobe open, I pulled out a pair of black jeans and a large leather jacket. 

I tugged the shorts off and flung them across the room, yanking the jeans over my socks. I then pulled the jacket on and stared at my reflection. I grabbed a bobble and scraped my hair back, removed the earrings and bracelet. I didn't have the doc martens anymore but I did have a pair of hiking boots. I leapt up to grab them off the top of my wardrobe and crammed my feet into the shoes. I stared at my reflection again and smiled. I was ready for action, now. I thumped down the stairs, the boots loud against the floor and stomped into the kitchen.

I drew the butcher knife from the holder and laid it across my palm. Blood has been shed from my friends; blood must be shed from me. Rolling my sleeve up, I gripped the handle and slit across my palm and dropped the knife, gasping in pain. I turned my palm and let the ruby droplets fall to the floor, pooling beneath me. When a sufficient amount was bled, I uttered a word I had never spoken, nor understood. The blood rippled and a flame danced through it, marking a hole in the floor.

I was afraid but the magic soothed me. I had to trust in myself and I knew this was what must be done. I nudged a foot into the flaming blood and it absorbed into the shoe. The blood transformed from a ruby colour to a murky brown. The floor began to shake and it dawned on me: I need the board.

I bounded upstairs, slid the drawer open and grabbed the Ouija board. I leaped down the steps and ran to the spot in the kitchen. I placed the board on the floor, dragged my finger into the blood and made a diagonal slicing motion across the board, smearing blood. The planchette flew from my hand and made frantic figure 8's on the board, just as it did the first time. 

Suddenly a violent burst of wind blew across the room and threw me against the wall. I reacted quickly and crouched low, bracing myself against the force. I lowered to all fours and crawled to the blood. I uttered a quick command and the floor began to disintegrate beneath me. This was the portal! The wind tore through the house, blowing the paintings from the wall and smashing into the sink. The door creaked, threatening to fly off the hinges. I was protected by magic now, but not for long.

"3, 2, 1!" I yelled and leaped into the gaping abyss. 

The air tore into me like knife. I was surrounded by darkness and nothing was heard but the whistling of the furious torrent of wind. I ground my teeth together and curled up, protecting my face. I knew I was falling at an accelerating rate and at this speed the collision alone would kill me. The phrase 'for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction' popped into my head. I had an idea.

Malverto (Julian)

I tear through the house. My butterfly has GONE. She was trapped here - she is no supernatural creature, nor does she possess the magic to escape! If she left her room, the vines would have restrained her. She is no match for them - they are fuelled by the dark magic. I whip my head around. It is clear there has been a struggle - I stare at the nail marks in the wall. I run into the living room and find a pair of panties - hers. They are ripped and torn. I pick them up, analysing the tearing. Aha. The vines have torn these. The scenario unfolds in my mind: she leaves the room, enter the hall. The vines drag her to the living room (hence the nail marks), pin her to the floor and remove her panties. 

I let out a bellowing roar. She has escaped my grasp once AGAIN. I will get her back. I will fuck her, and then I will secure her to the vines when I have to leave her. She will not get away again. 

"You seem a little enraged, Malverto." A snide voice comes from across the room. 

I glare at the elfin woman. "YOU are not welcome here." I walk towards her. "Be gone, Cheyall." 

She huffs and takes a step toward me, putting her hand in front of her and blocking my advances. "You may overpower me in your own dominion, but this is the underworld. I can easily out-do you here, so don't even try." She laughs. "I released the young girl you held hostage here."

I feel my blood boil, coursing through my veins. "You. Did. WHAT?" I spit. I clench my fists.

"She was tortured, Malverto. Those snake-vine-rope things of yours, they were tickling and violating the girl. Her body was shutting down, Julian. You - you claim," she drawls out, "to love this girl, but you leave her to the whim of those vines? To strip her, violate and terrify her?" She exclaims incredulously. "I rescued her; sent her home. You cannot hurt her anymore." 

I stand back. "You lie." I hiss. "She is mine, to do with as I please. If I restrain her the floor, spread her apart and tickle her until she loses her mind and becomes a gibbering shell - that is MY decision. You took it upon yourself to steal her from me." I cannot believe the nerve of Cheyall - to take my butterfly, my human princess, my muse?

She sighs in disgust. "You care only for yourself, Malverto. You are too egotistical to see the error of your ways. I refuse to stand by and watch you torture this girl for the rest of her short life. I have released her as one releases a dove from a cage - there is nothing more you can do."




Ouija Board Horror Ch. 05



I tower over her. "She was DIFFERENT, Cheyall. I have loved this girl since the day she came into this world and as she has grown I have only come to love her more. She is too perfect for the human world - I must have every inch of her, devour her and fill her completely. She is my world and I will be hers." I state menacingly. "It is a matter of time. And, guess what? I am IMMORTAL." I laugh and walk away from her.

She follows me. "You are evil, through and through. Don't you see? The girl does not love you. Whatever feelings she may have had, no matter how small have been quenched from her torture earlier this day that you allowed!" She clenches my shoulder, spinning me around. "You abuse your power and now you must face the consequences. This girl, Natasha, will never care for you, never love you. You cannot win her love with pleasure." She snorts. "You couldn't pleasure a woman if you tried."

I snap and grab her, throwing her to the floor. She barks a command and I clamp a hand over her mouth. "You say I cannot pleasure a woman?" I smirk at her. She faces away from me, disinterested. 

"I will show you what pleasure is." I whisper. My hand drifts to her thigh and slides upwards.

*

I glanced up at the sky then hauled myself off the grass. I'm here - Julian's domain. I glanced across the park - won't be long now. I rolled up my sleeve and checked the watch - the hands were still. I'm definitely in the right place. I hurried across the field; aware that time was running out. It was a bumpy ride, to say the least. I managed to escape the portal but it wasn't an easy journey - I was exhausted already. This was the last fight, now. I got home once, it was time to get my friends and do it again.

I arrived at Daniel's house and knocked at the door pleasantly. Upstairs, Sara was sat biting her nails and stopped suddenly. "Did you guys hear that?" Scrambling up, all five rushed down the stairs elbowing and shoving each other. Connor flung the door open, revealing a worn-out but very much alive Natasha.

Sara rushed past Connor and wrapped her arms around her me. "We thought he'd killed you! Oh my God, I'm so glad you're okay." She cried happily. She looked into Natasha's eyes. There was something different to her. "You... you are okay, right?" She stepped back from me.

I bit the edge of my lip. "I will be. I'm getting you guys out of here. Before I do that, though, we all need to get our strength back up." I glanced at the kitchen. "Have you lot had any food?" 

Daniel shook his head. "It's been a few nights since we last saw you. The food ran out and we've been too afraid to go to the store. The last time we ate was last night." 

I was confused. "Hang on; it's been a few days? That's impossible - oh my God." It dawned on me that I lost consciousness for a few days with Julian after he fingered me. What else had I missed? I shook my head, clearing those thoughts away. "Never mind - I've got food for everyone." In my bag, I'd packed quite a lot of food. 

An hour later, we were sat around in a circle in the living room with full stomachs, leaning back. I fidgeted, worried we wouldn't make it back before Julian realised I was in his world. I shivered, thinking about the events that transpired earlier. 

Ryan stared at me. I looked back at him questioningly and he gestured towards the kitchen. I nodded and followed him, leaning against the counter. 

"What happened, Nat?" He asked softly. I started to leave and he clasped my wrist. "Please, tell me." I sighed and closed my eyes, re-living everything. 

"It was this house." Images flashed across my mind. "This house, but in a different dimension. Have you heard of the theory of a parallel universe? It wasn't too far from that." I pictured walking to the door and entering the hallway. "The walls - they crept from your touch. Almost cowering. It was strange; I couldn't fathom it. I guess the laws of physics stopped there."

I squeezed my eyes shut, breaking away from his touch. "Go on." He urged me gently.

I coughed. "I reached the bottom of the stairs. The carpet felt gravelly - it looked soft but to the touch it was harsh." The images clashed in my mind; I thought of the vines pinning me to the floor, the abyss, the woman. I shook my head. "I put my hand on the stair knob and this - this thing wrapped around my wrist." I imagined Julian walking in and carrying me upstairs, punishing me for running away. 

"Look, we can talk about this another time. There are more pressing issues. The main one being us getting the hell out of here." I brushed past him and left the kitchen quickly. I needed to show them, now.

I cleared my throat anxiously. "I want to show you guys something." They looked up. I stood up and moved to the centre of the room. I put my hands out in front of me and turned them, palm-upwards. The silver opalescent ball crackled and popped then materialised in my hands, a glowing ball of magic. 

Sara gasped. "What... is that?" The others watched, eyes wide, watching the glowing orb twinkle in my hands. I shook it slightly and it grew in size to about the size of a football. 

I smiled at her. "This is a collection of power. It gives me the power to do incredible things. With it, I am no longer bounded by the rules of earth." I lifted the ball and slowly rose upwards, levitating off the ground. Everyone watched, mesmerised.

"This is a tiny amount of magic, guys. I tapped into its power to get here, and I'll use it again to get us back." I felt in awe as I watched the orb glowing in my hands. 

"It - it's been really... really uh, helpful..." my vision blurred. "Sorry, one second. I ju-just..." I knelt to the floor.

The time is near. Leave now and rescue your friends or forever you will stay. 

Malverto (Julian)

I look up at Cheyall from her mound, my lips wet with her juices. She smiles down at me haughtily. "Well, you were not so bad, I suppose." She laughs and readjusts herself. I snort at her.

"Oh please, continue to shower me with your praise. It was good and you know it. I have just tongue-fucked you for seven hours straight." I look at her pointedly.

She smirks. "Well, you are dedicated. I will give you that. We creatures of the underworld are all terrific lovers though, remember that, Malverto? To a human you will be the best lover of their life, but for me personally - I have had better." She retorts dismissively.

I sneer at her, wounded. "If I am as mediocre as you imply, why have you let this carry on for so long?" I question.

She grins at me. "Seven hours, was it? Why, my dearest Julian" she exclaims sarcastically, "I have successfully stalled you from your uh, how did you say? Oh yes. Your MUSE." She laughs loudly, clapping her hands.

I stare at her. "You did what?" I demand coldly. I raise a hand and push her to the floor, staring her out.

She laughs, her chest heaving. "You were so busy trying to prove to me how much sexual prowess you have, that you did not see through my plan: give the girl time to grab her friends and escape!" She hoots with laughter, pulling her dress down over her waist. 

Furious, I rip her dress open, toss her legs apart and thrust three fingers into her sex. I pump them into her at a frightening speed, rage taking over. She leans her head back, gasping and moaning, running her hands through her hair.

I run a finger over her clit, then again and again, rubbing and pumping her furiously. I pick up speed and drill her faster, rubbing two fingers over her button, massaging and rubbing it at a crazily fast speed. She leans her head back and comes hard, fluid leaking from her hole.

I continue drilling her, past the point of orgasm. She is over-sensitive now and tries to pull me off her but I continue to blast her with my fingers, determined to make her suffer. She jerks underneath me, my propelling fingers shaking her entire body. I pin her to the floor and slide my fingers back and forth, hitting her sensitive spot deliberately, smiling down at her sadistically as she cries out. She yells a command and suddenly I am thrown backwards across the room. She barks a second phrase and flies through the ceiling, bursting through the rafters. 

I stand up, wiping my sopping fingers on the wall. I must have Natasha. If she is in my domain, I will force her to stay. This time, I will fuck the living daylights out of her. I imagine it already - pinning her against me, squeezing myself into her and rocking my cock into her hard. I close my eyes and begin to chant.

*

"What the hell is the hold up?" Sara muttered angrily, grabbing Connor's shoulder. He jerked away from her, also angry.

"We're trying to open the portal. This is the spot, but for some reason it's not working. So less of the attitude, sunshine." He huffed and turned away from her, adding branches to the pile he'd already collected. 

Natasha sat cross-legged, her eyes closed. The magic was here - but for some reason it wasn't working properly. She wasn't sure if it was because she was stressed out or just if it didn't work here but it seemed to be the only viable place for it to work. An idea dawned on her.

"Guys, come here." She snapped her fingers. "Everyone sit in a circle around me and hold hands." They wavered, uncertain. "What are you waiting for? Come on!" They sat together and took each other's hands wearily. 

"We call on you, power of the moon; power of the sun; power of the dew dripping off the grass." She chanted.

"We call on you, power of the moon; power of the sun; power of the dew dripping off the grass." The others followed her lead.

"I ask that you take us home, and swiftly please." She added.

The others repeated both lines. 

"We call on you, power of the moon; power of the sun; power of the dew dripping off the grass. I ask that you take us home, and swiftly please."

Suddenly an electric spark ran through their hands, causing them to levitate. The sky darkened and a wind began to pick up.

"We call on you; power of the MOON; power of the SUN; power of the DEW dripping off the grass. WE ask that you take us home, and swiftly please!" They chanted in unison.

"POWER OF THE MOON. POWER OF THE SUN. POWER OF THE DEW. WE ASK THAT YOU TAKE US HOME!" They yelled together. The ground shook and suddenly disintegrated beneath them. 

They dropped.

"Natasha!" Sara screamed from the darkness. They clung together, holding hands as they fell. 

"Hold on, guys!" Natasha yelled. "Stick together!" The grip between the six tightened, falling in unison.

A rush of water hit them in the face, followed by a jet of wind. Their speed accelerated and they fell faster. Rain. Wind. Darkness. 

"NO!" 

They hit ground.

Jake opened his eyes blearily. What the hell? He was in Natasha's living room... only it wasn't destroyed. 

He looked across the room and saw me sprawled in the corner, face down. He ran over to me, turning me over.

"Nat, wake up!" He shook me. I woke up, blearily, eyeing my surroundings. My hair was soaked to the bone, my face wind bitten and lips chapped. I glanced up. I was home. I stared across the room and screamed.

"The board - look at the board!" I cried fearfully. It thrashed about violently, thumping across the carpet. Something was in. It wanted out.

Sara saw the board and dived away from it, pulling Connor away. Daniel and Ryan joined the other four and watched it in fear.

"He's trying to get out, isn't he?" Sara asked in a trembling voice. The others nodded, watching it intently. 

Suddenly a bolt of light shot from the board and a clammy hand shot out the board, followed by an arm. We backed into the corner. The hand seemed to be trying to heave itself up out the board but the board itself wasn't large enough. 

It stopped scrabbling then turned, pointing to me. It made a beckoning gesture. Connor grabbed my arm and Jake grabbed the other, keeping me with them. The hand continued to gesture more jerkily, as though angry. 

A voice rose from the board menacingly. "Come on now, butterfly. Take my hand now and I won't punish you for running away."

"Eat shit, you monster!" I yelled, leaning forwards. 

He tutted. "Saying things like that only gets me hard, Natasha." He purred.

"I don't care! I'm not going back with you - EVER." I declared vehemently. The hand suddenly lunged forward towards us, palm outstretched. He muttered a chant and I was propelled forwards. Connor and Jake grabbed my arms, holding me back. I cried out, unable to stop moving forwards.

"Guys, grab her!" Jake hollered. All five stood around me. Julian uttered another word and suddenly they were blown apart, away from me.

"I am growing tired of this, Natasha." He warned. I was propelled forwards again. I clung to the edge of the sofa, digging my fingers into it. "You have been a very naughty girl, running away. I will have to fuck you extra hard as a punishment." 

I screamed.

"Yes, that's right. As soon as I have you... which will be so very soon - I am taking your virginity. It won't be gentle, either my love - I AM going to fuck you senselessly."

Daniel yelled. "Don't you talk to her like that, you sick fuck!" Julian chuckled. 

The force tugged on me again and yanked my arms. I grimaced and clung onto the sofa, my legs lifting off the ground and pulling me towards the board. The arm extended further, almost reaching my foot. I was in trouble now. Straining my arms, I pulled myself to the sofa, away from his grasp.

"There is no use fighting me, butterfly. Save your strength for later when I impale you." He muttered darkly. "Let go, Natasha. I ache for you. Let go so I can fill you up and touch your perfect little body." He declared.

"I hate you, Julian! You repulse me. The thought of your touch SICKENS me." I retorted. 

"You won't be saying that when I give you a mind-blowing orgasm, my love. Oh just let go now, I cannot wait any longer to fuck you."

Jake retorted to this. "Oh yeah, like she's going to let go and just let you rape her!" Julian chucked again.

"Guys, I can't hold on for much longer." I cried out desperately. 

"Don't let go, Natasha!"

"Think of what he'll do to you if you let go."

"You can do this!"

My friends yelled out to me urgently, trying to keep me going. I could feel my muscles straining though - I was being pulled with unnatural strength. 

Julian growled. "Let. Go. Now. My cock is waiting for you, my love. It's ready to just sink into you."

I sobbed. "I can't hold on anymore!" 

TO BE CONTINUED



Ouija Nightmare



"Oh Phantoms of the Dark," intoned Fiona, her slim fingers on the Ouija guide along with her friends, "Oh Demons of the Night, We call upon Thee..."

"Guide us Dark Ones," continued Paula, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth - at 23 she was the oldest of the four girls and thought that this was hysterical, "Give us your... sexual pleasures." All the girls laughed.

"Tell us Your secrets," implored Elaine, she was the youngest of the group at 18 and somewhat hesitant. A little superstitious, she'd had to be convinced into this. Too many horror movies, "Help our knowledge to grow."

"Come to us, greatest of the Dark Ones," finished Sara, "We call you to us."

All the girls screamed as thunder suddenly pealed across the sky, and then they fell into a mass fit of giggling.

"Well, the weather did say thunderstorms tonight!" laughed Paula, "Now come on, let's see if we got anything." her tone was mocking, and all the girls giggled and rolled their eyes at each other as they reached for the Ouija guide again.

"Is anyone theeeere?" asked Fiona, drawing out the last word. The girls all giggled as the guide moved to "Yes". 

"Are you the Greatest of the Dark Ones?" Sara asked, and of course the guide returned to "Yes".

Paula's tone was salacious and flirty as she asked, "Will you teach us your sexual pleasures?" The girls all laughed as the guide moved to "Yes" once again.

"Oh my," said Paula, in mock surprise, then turning to Elaine, "Come on darling, ask the greatest of the Dark Ones if he'll show himself to us." Elaine looked nervous as the thunder pealed again, the lightening outside flickering across her scared face.

"I don't know..." she said, and all the girls immediately started to badger her, mocking her nerves and reminding her that it was just a silly child's game, making her blush and feel stupid until finally, "FINE!!!!!!! Dark One, will you show yourself to us?"

Suddenly it seemed as though their fingers were locked onto the Ouija guide and the next peal of thunder sounded disturbingly like deep laughter; Elaine screamed as smoke started to pour out of the clear plastic at the center of the guide. Slowly it formed the shape of a man above their hands, a large floating man whose skin was an unnatural shade of grey. The girls stared up in horrified awe at the huge penis that jutted out of his groin, writhing on his back was a mass of long tentacles.

Elaine was mouthing, over and over, "Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no..."

The three other girls just stared in total disbelief at this apparition with its glowing red eyes and the evil looking grin. Suddenly, all of them screamed and tried to run.

"FREEZE!" The deep voice commanded them, calmly, and their bodies froze even while their brains tried to make them move again. It was as if their legs and their minds were no longer attached, "Come here."

Unwillingly, they turned and walked towards him. The tentacles whipped out, tearing the clothes from their bodies; Elaine started to cry. Out of all of them, she was the most believing and her belief and her terror fed the creature's strength, although she didn't know it. Without her initial frightened superstition, he might not have had the strength to materialize, but her belief fed his powers; and so his eyes locked on her. 

Grinning, he reached out and took her in his arms as she screamed and struggled uselessly against those bulging muscles. The other girls could only watch in horror as their youngest, the only virgin, was molested by this supernatural creature. Their growing belief and fear fed him even more as they watched. Tentacles caressed Elaine's hair and her body as he lifted her up, her hands beat frantically at his shoulders as he poised her over his monstrous dick, two tentacles holding her thighs spread apart. She was the only virgin in the group and he could sense her innocence, the spilling of her purity would increase his strength tenfold. A forked tongue slid from between his lips and licked a tear from her cheek as she sobbed.

Her screams renewed as he started to push into her, it hurt horribly as his thickness stretched her unused pussy open and a brutal thrust broke through her virginity. Jerking with pain, her tight pussy was molten pleasure to him as her maiden's blood coated his dick. The other girls began to cry in their frozen stances as their friend was raped, her innocence gone. All of them felt that it was their own fault for having pushed Elaine into doing this in the first place, all of them were terrified that they would be next.

Elaine was in tremendous pain, her deflowered pussy felt like it was going to explode it was stretched so much. The creature drank in her pain, licking the tears from her cheeks as tentacles slapped and played with her breasts. All the girl's were feeding it with their fear and it knew that as soon as it was done with Elaine, its powers would be greatly heightened by her defloration. Pumping vigorously, he held her to him, his dick tightly clasped in that tight vise and he threw back his head and screeched as he exploded within her. The fluid that spilled from his dick into her pussy was hot, it made her itch and wriggle inside and her screams renewed at the strange feeling.

The creature let her drop to the floor, naked and huddling. Drinking in everything that the girls were giving him, he stretched, becoming taller and broader. Below his monstrous cock another one jutted out of his body, the mass on tentacles on his back increased and some of them had mouths full of tiny teeth. Feeling his powers grow, he grinned as his new form only increased the flow of their fear. 

Looking at Fiona, he pointed at Elaine, "Clean her with your mouth." Fiona wanted to resist but she couldn't stop herself from moving, sobbing her apologies, she knelt between her friend's legs and spread her thighs, lowering her mouth to the ravaged pussy. Elaine moaned painfully as Fiona started to lick her softly, it was soothing to the sore hole. 

The creature examined Fiona's upturned ass and then ordered Sara, "Get behind her and put your fingers into her pussy, add to them until you've got your fist in her pussy." Fiona screamed as she heard the orders, making Elaine's pussy vibrate, and she wanted to run... but all she could do was keep licking at Elaine's slit as the remorseful Sara got into position.

Smiling, the creature watched as Sara pressed two fingers into Fiona's pussy and started pumping, stretching her out. Then it turned to Paula with its glowing red eyes, "Now your turn." 



Ouija Nightmare Ch. 02



Paula trembled with fear as the creature forced her to her knees and made her start licking the blood and juices from Elaine off of its bigger cock. The smaller one that she'd just watched grow on him - not that it was small, just smaller than the monstrous one she was licking - bobbed next to her face. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Elaine started to moan with pleasure as her pussy was soothed and her body started to respond to the gentle licking that Fiona was giving her. Fiona on the other hand, was crying and screaming into Elaine's pussy as she licked; behind her their friend Sara had worked three fingers into her tight pussy and was now trying to press in the fourth. 

Making a face as her mouth became coated with blood, pussy juices and some strange sweet substance, Paula continued to lick as it hardened under her tongue. Not that the cock had ever really gotten soft exactly, but now it was getting even harder. She felt like crying, and her fear of what was to come fed the creature, all the girls completely believed what was happening now and he was growing stronger and stronger with every passing moment. When its dick was mostly clean and completely rock hard, the creature lifted the girl at its feet up with his hands and tentacles. She sobbed as two of the tentacles spread her thighs, their ends caressing her legs.

"You are the one who wanted to learn sexual pleasures," the creature reminded her, "And so you will be the first to receive them from me." Yes, she had been the first to say that, the first to say anything about sexual pleasures, and now she regretted every word. In fact, she regretted ever having this idea at all. 

Two of the tentacles with mouths rushed forward and latched onto her shaking breasts, sucking on the pert nipples and biting down painfully. Paula writhed in painful pleasure as two more tentacles wrapped their lengths around her breasts and squeezed, massaging and tightening on her heavy globes while her nipples were nibbled and sucked. Then the creature started to lower her onto its dicks. She groaned as her pussy started stretching open and yelped as the slick head of his lower dick pressed against her asshole. No virgin, the huge dick actually felt good in her pussy even though it was the biggest thing she'd ever taken inside of her; but the dick in her ass burned with cramping pains. Her ass had been virgin, and now it stretched agonizingly around the huge shaft which was burying more and more of itself inside her body with each thrust. 

It was the fullest she'd ever felt, her ass and her pussy stuffed with demon cock and even as the pleasures rose in her pussy, her ass screamed with pain. Cramps rose in her belly from the depths of the cock in her asshole while her pussy spasmed with pleasure at its fullness. The creature enjoyed the conflicting sensations it was creating inside of her, watching as its tentacles toyed with her breasts and the girl started to enjoy it. When it began to thrust steadily in and out of her, she screamed as her ass was forced to open and close, her pussy quivering with delight at the steady pounding. 

Everything was sexual sensation, just as she had asked, filling her and stroking the outside of her body. As she looked up, she could see the creature leering at her with its red eyes, taking in the sight of her forced pleasure and the expression of discomfort on her face as her ass tightened around the questing shaft.

On the floor, Fiona's screams increased as Sara's fingers curled inside her and began to fist her, moving her arm back and forth in the girl's pussy. Fortunately for Fiona, her friend was slim, although it didn't feel that way at the moment. Elaine was feeling much better, although still frightened, she couldn't ignore the mounting pleasure in her pussy. Of course she felt sorry for Fiona, but the screams into her cunt felt wonderful even if she felt guilty about where they were coming from. 

The creature watched carefully as Fiona slowly started to adjust to her friend's fist, as soon as it seemed like it was no longer hurting her - and was starting to feel enjoyable even - it ordered Sara, "Now take it out of her pussy and start on her ass." The renewed screams were music to its ears.

As Sara started to fit her first two fingers into Fiona's tight asshole, the creature turned its attentions back to the girl on his cocks. Paula had finally adjusted to both the cocks and was writhing in pleasure. Glowing eyes watched as she opened her mouth to scream her climax, it grunted as it spilled its seed into both her holes. The hot fluid coated her insides as she came, and the creature continued pumping her as the climax became too long and painful. Her screams changed as her overstimulated holes fought against the cocks, everywhere that he was touching her felt overly sensitive.

Finally he allowed her to fall to the floor, his tentacles unwrapping from her tender breasts and the mouths leaving her nipples swollen and chafed. Ignoring her for the moment, he turned and watched Fiona scream as Sara fit a fourth finger into her ass. Elaine was now clutching at Fiona's head, on the brink of climax. Before she could reach her finale though, the creature reached out and grabbed her, pulling her away from Fiona's mouth. Whimpering at the loss of stimulation when she was so close to orgasming, Elaine didn't even try to struggle as the tentacles held her in place and the creature started caressing her breasts - even though it hurt horribly when he pinched her nipples and twisted them. Still, everything he did just kept her on the brink of her clilmax.

They watched as Fiona cried while Sara started to fit her fist into Fiona's gaping asshole. Now that the girl didn't have anything else to concentrate on since Elaine's pussy had been taken away, everything seemed to hurt ten times more. All of her attention was now drawn to the cramps in her ass as Sara's curled fist moved inside her body painfully, rasping against the tender walls. 

Elaine moaned as the creature's tentacles mouths latched onto her nipples, more tentacles wrapping themselves around her breasts the same way they had Paula's. Tentacles lifted her up above the creatures head, and the painful pleasure was still bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, she didn't even protest when a slim tentacle started nudging its way into her ass. Painful though it was, and uncomfortable, the sensation only added to everything else. The creatures tentacles held Elaine above him as he pulled Sara away from Fiona, the girl's hand popping out of her ass painfully. Smiling, he pulled the sobbing Fiona to him. 



Ouija Nightmare Ch. 03



Fiona cried out and tried to crawl away as the tentacles enveloped her, pulling her towards the creature where her friend was suspended above him. On the floor, Sara went to Paula and held her in her arms, and the girls could only sit there and watch as the creature continued to feed its lusts. Little tentacles massaged her breasts as the creature positioned its dicks at her stretched holes; unfortunately for Fiona, because of her face down position the larger dick was at her ass and the smaller at her pussy hole. Even though she was stretched out, it made for uncomfortable and painful proceedings as he started brutally thrust in and out of her. Because she was already stretched he had less patience with her body than he had with Paula's or Elaine's. By the second thrust he was buried into her as she screamed, and then began fucking her hard while her holes struggled to adjust to these new invaders. 

It also seemed much worse because her holes were being plundered simultaneously rather than one at a time as Sara had done. Everything felt overly stuffed, totally full, and her tits swayed painfully beneath her while the little mouths nibbled on her nipples. Her ass felt like it was going to explode with the thickness of the cock in it, even the pleasant rubbing in her pussy wasn't quite enough to overcome it yet. As her ass clenched down in protest, she screamed with renewed pain as the cock continued to thrust even though she was clenching tighter; all her efforts did was make it more enjoyable for the creature as he raped her holes.  Even though it caused her pain, Fiona couldn’t help but continue to clench, her holes convulsing in anguish as she was raped; everything seemed to be hazy with pain and she could see her friends watching. 

Above the creature was Elaine, writhing in pleasure as a tentacle tickled the inside of her ass. The creature lifted his head to her and flicked out his forked tongue along her slit, caressing the first pussy that it had ravaged. Now that pussy was feeling a different kind of fire, and she moaned and humped her hips against that long tongue. Her breasts and nipples felt swollen and plump in the grasp of the tentacles, and as his flexible tongue buried itself inside her pussy, wriggling and twisting as did the tentacle in her ass, she finally climaxed. Crying out with complete abandon, she twisted and humped his face, feeling the long tongue licking her insides. The creature was enjoying her passion, feeding off of it just as he had her fear.  This particular human was a regular banquet for both his powers and his sexual lusts, the way she writhed against him with such abandon... not even caring who was giving her pleasure as long as she was getting it.

The way that these girls were feeding his powers he wouldn’t need to be here much longer before they’d all be his.  In some ways he was bound to them, unfortunately he was not a powerful enough demon to go out into the world... but if he held onto them for long enough, building his power base, perhaps one day he would be.  And in the meantime he would feed his power and his sex on these girls, these silly girls who had called him forth while one who believed was at the board.  Her belief made it possible for him to travel to this realm, and now he rewarded her belief with his tongue, bringing her to such a rousing climax that she thought she would faint from the pleasure of it. 

As her cries lessened, the creature lowered her to the ground with her friends, and they all lay huddled there. Elaine and Paula were completely exhausted by their ordeals, Sara felt exhausted too, but mostly by terror. She'd watched her friend's rapes and tortures, they seemed to get worse with every one and she knew that she was next. 

All of them watched as Fiona's ass was split open again and again by the huge dick the smaller one beneath it plundering her pussy. Her cries of pain and pleasure were mixed. As the creature fucked her, its tentacles started to slap against her ass, starting more cries of pain from her as it beat her tender cheeks. Over and over it hit her as her body was moved back and forth on its cocks, raining blows down until her ass was red and sore and she sobbed her shame and defilement. What was worse than any of it was when one of the tentacle mouths latched onto her clit, and started to nibble and massage.

It hurt, because it was biting down so hard, but at the same time all that stimulation combined started moving her to an orgasm. Trying to fight it, Fiona writhed and struggled, amusing the creature with her pathetic attempts to save her dignity.  So unlike the pretty and compliant Elaine, but Fiona’s emotions were even sharper in some ways and he delighted in her resistance.  The little mouth on her clit sucked hard, biting down and massaging the tender bud until her body overcame her mind.  Her friends were shocked when she came, crying and screaming at the heady mix of pain and pleasure that was swept up into her climax. The creature laugh as it filled her, its hot fluid covering every inch of her insides and squirming up into her womb. She cried as her ass was flooded and she was dropped to the floor, every part of her feeling overworked and painful. The girls converged on her and cuddled her as the creature watched smiling.

Sara was watching him from the corner of her eye, waiting in dread for the tentacles that would ensnare her. To her shock, when the tentacles whipped out they didn't just grab her, they grabbed all four girls, hanging them from their arms like fruit on a tree as they stared at him.  All of them shook with fear, not knowing what was coming, and he basked in the glow of their terror; for a moment or two he just stood their and enjoyed the addition to his power. 

Then the creature grinned and snapped his fingers, a brazier with an iron heating inside of it appeared. It had been called forth from his own realm, his powers were at their utmost for now... if they continued to feed him like this then in a few years he would probably be able to elevate to a higher status of demon.  But it would take awhile, there was still the matter of binding them to him so that he could have those few years and gather that mass of power. 

Grinning evilly, he picked up the hot iron with its strangely shaped brand on the end and the tentacles turned the girls so that all of them were facing away from him.



Ouija Nightmare Ch. 04



Elaine was the first to be brought closer to him, and her screams caused the others to shiver with fear because they couldn't see what was happening to her. The smell of burning flesh wafted throughout the room as he pulled the iron away from her burned butt cheek and put it back into the brazier for a moment. Admiring the way his sigil looked on her ass he put her back to the original distance with her back turned. The other girls could see her sobbing out of the corner of their eyes, but they couldn't see what was causing her the pain; their fear increased as their imaginations were allowed to run free.

The creature drank in their fear as he pulled Paula closer, pressing the hot iron into her ass cheek and listening to her scream and sob. His tongue licked up her thigh as he looked over the new marking, toying idly with her body as the iron was replaced in the brazier. As he put her back into position, some tentacles casually started to toy with her and Elaine's bodies, rubbing along their pussies and tits, little mouths sucking and nibbling over their flesh. Both girls moan with painful pleasure through their sobs as tentacles slid into their pussies and asses, not nearly as painful as his huge dicks had been, but bad enough with the burning portion of their butts.

For Fiona he decided to put hers in a different place, turning her towards him he allowed her to watch and struggle fruitlessly as the branding iron approached the inside of her upper thigh. Tentacles held her firmly in place as she watched it touch her skin and her screams became frantic with pain, she sobbed as he pulled the iron away and she could see the sigil that was now burned into her flesh. Tentacles slithered into her considerably stretched holes as she was put back into the line.

Finally it was time for Sara, the only girl who was yet really untouched. Fear pulsed in her as she was saved for last yet again. Like Fiona she got to struggle and watch as her upper thigh was branded with his sigil, and then he brought her to him and held her with her back against him as they watched his tentacles fucking the other three girls. 

The tentacles wrapped around them now with sexual frenzy, feeding on the pain from their brandings as they sucked on nipples and clits, sliding in and out of their pussies, asses and mouths. None of them could help it as pleasure started coursing through their body from the passionate and slightly uncomfortable assault; none of it was actually painful (although when something slid against their newly burned skin they would shriek and twist to get away from it) and so it their passions were easily motivated. For Elaine, this new use of her holes came with some mental anguish, especially to be taken so forcefully and painfully her first time, but the creature was as good at creating lust as he was at creating pain. And so all of them became wrapped up in their own sensations as Sara watched.

She was frightened, mostly for herself because the others had all already been taken by him; she was held against his body with his dicks pressing into her ass and back, wondering what he had in store for her. As she watched her friends get fucked and submitted to the caresses of his hands, she trembled at what fate might be hers. Everything that he had done to her friends had been well beyond the realm of her imagination and so she didn't have the slightest clue about what might befall her. What frightened her most of all was that she didn't know why he was waiting to rape her. And she hated that his hands inspired her pussy to get wet, even as she winced while he twisted her nipples roughly she was still getting wet, partly from his touch and (even more disgusting) partly from watching her friends getting fucked by his various tentacles. 

All of them began cumming around the same time, their pussies and asses clenching around the invaders, their cries muffled by the stalks in their mouths. One by one, as they completed their orgasms, the tentacles released them and they fell to the ground. Paula and Elaine yelped with pain as they landed on their tender asses, the burned marks jolting them with unexpected agony. Scrambling, they got onto hands and knees to face the creature as he held Sara, his hands traveling over the frightened girl's body. Fiona curled into a little ball as she stared at him, he was grinning at them malevolently.

"For now I go," he told them, "But each night one of you will join me, you are all mine now." And with a raucous laugh and a scream from Sara, he disappeared into a burst of black smoke. 

All three girls on the floor choked and screamed, tumbling backwards. When the smoke cleared Sara was gone, although they could still hear her scream ringing faintly in their ears.

"What happened to her?" cried Paula, rushing forward to the Ouija board in her concern, but nothing could be seen of their friend.

"Do you hear that?" whispered Elaine. The scream ringing in their ears wasn't ending... in fact it was renewed. As they sat their on the floor they could hear their friend's voice pleading, begging, and then screaming again... all of them held each other and cried as they listened to the faint voice in their ears, until it was suddenly muffled. A cold chill washed over all of them... they didn't know why it had stopped.

All of them did their best to comfort each other, although they were all completely unsure of what to do. Fiona suggested burning the Ouija board, but they weren't sure that it would actually get rid of the creature, and what if it did but Sara was stuck with him? Wherever they were...

Eventually the screams started ringing in their ears again. They all decided to sleep together - although they were all sure that they wouldn't sleep at all. But they were wrong; as soon as their heads touched the pillow they were all fast asleep, and in their dreams they watched as Sara was tortured in a dungeon by the creature and his minions. Stretched, fucked, strange objects were shoved into her holes, she was whipped and caned, spanked, weights were hung on her pussy and her tits and she was made to run while they bounced and pulled at her flesh. None of them could do anything to help her, they couldn't even wake up.

The dream held them there until dawn, when Sara's brutalized body appeared back beside them, shivering and moaning and all of them awoke to see their friend and tend to her wounds. They comforted her as best they could, soothing her and holding her as she wept. None of them knew what to do or what would happen next.

Well, one of them knew. She was too frightened to tell them, but just before Elaine had woken up from the dream, her vision had been filled with his face and his glowing red eyes as he whispered to her, "I'll see you tomorrow night." 



Ouija



Something funny happened last month, though. Dad left me a credit card so if I needed or wanted anything that I was allowed to have I could order it. Stephanie used it open an account for herself. My attendant couldn't have noticed and Dad never questioned the increase in the bill. Stephanie uses a different username and password. I wouldn't have known about it if I hadn't received an email from her. Can you imagine someone out there exchanging emails, or even worse, chatting, or worse yet, having cyber sex with an insane ghost?

I can't blame Stephanie too much for what she did to me. In fact, I even like her. She isn't really evil. Her mind is confused. Perhaps someday, when my life is over, we can walk into the light together. I don't think she can forgive herself and cross over alone, not after killing him like that out of vengeance.