Drapetomania | Creepypasta

6.

15 august, 2017

a Ouija board. It was an unexpected twist, and I couldn't hide my surprise. I had heard about these mystical boards, rumored to connect with the spirit world.

The girls greeted the board with a mix of excitement and reverence, their expressions serious as if they were embarking on a sacred ritual. I watched, curiosity now tinged with a hint of apprehension, as they each placed their hands gently on the planchette, their fingers barely grazing the smooth surface.

i was nothing but terrified. is this normal?

Emily, ever the spirited leader, explained the rules to me, her voice hushed and her eyes reflecting a mix of thrill and uncertainty. The planchette, she explained, would move on its own, spelling out answers to questions we posed to the spirits.

As we began to ask our first question, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to this seemingly innocent sleepover tradition. The room was now charged with an electric energy, and I braced myself for whatever answers the Ouija board might reveal, realizing that the night was about to take an unexpected and mysterious turn.

"are you here"

As Emily's question hung in the air, a palpable tension settled among us. The room seemed to grow still, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows across our faces. The wooden planchette, resting atop the Ouija board, remained motionless, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the room.

We all held our breath, our eyes fixed on that small, seemingly innocuous pointer. It was a strange sensation, this collective anticipation, and I found myself caught in its grip. The Ouija board, an object of mystery and intrigue, had transformed our sleepover into an unexpected venture into the unknown.

Seconds felt like minutes as we waited for any sign, any movement. The silence in the room was broken only by the distant sounds of the night outside. My heart pounded in my chest, and my thoughts raced. What if something did respond? What would it say? The curiosity mingled with a touch of fear, creating a complex mix of emotions.

Emily's expression remained determined, her fingers lightly touching the planchette. The room's atmosphere crackled with a sense of possibility, as if we were on the brink of an extraordinary encounter. Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't deny the intrigue of the moment, the allure of exploring the mysterious world beyond our own.

A collective gasp escaped our lips as the planchette began to glide across the Ouija board, moving with an otherworldly grace. It settled on the word 'yes,' confirming its presence in response to Emily's question. The tension in the room grew even more palpable, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

The four girls exchanged quick glances, their expressions a mix of excitement, wonder, and a touch of apprehension. This was uncharted territory for me, and I watched with a blend of fascination and trepidation. The mysterious force guiding the planchette seemed to defy logic, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Emily, undeterred by the eerie occurrence, leaned in closer. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice steady but filled with curiosity. The planchette, as if guided by an invisible hand, began to move once more, spelling out its response letter by letter.

The atmosphere in the room grew thicker, charged with anticipation, as the planchette moved methodically from letter to letter. The girls huddled around the board, their eyes fixed on the mysterious instrument. I, too, was drawn into the enigma, unable to tear my gaze away.