The night was painted like a scene in a bad horror movie, the wind howling through the cracks in the windows sounding like the screaming of a tortured woman. The house vibrated with each crack of thunder and the lightening lit up the house as if it were broad daylight . Jacob, Alex and Kaya pretended to be brave and manly, hoping to impress the girls they invited over while Kaya’s parents were out of town.
Sydney was the hottest girl in the entire high school and Kaya really wanted to ask her out. He had to make an impression tonight. As they sat awkwardly staring at each other in silence, Kaya spoke up, breaking the tension.
“Alright guys, I got something that will liven up the night”, he laughs with his crooked grin.
“What, did you steal some of your parents booze?” Jacob mused, fiddling with his cell phone. The girls looked at Kaya, waiting for an answer.
“No jackass, even better. I found an old Ouija board in the attic the other day when I was up there looking for my old Pokemon cards to sell on Ebay. Let’s see if we can contact the other side” he joked as he went into his bedroom to get it.
Sydney looked uncomfortable just looking at the thing but her fiends seemed excited. She had heard some freaky stories about playing around with the Ouija boards.
“Dude, haven’t you seen the Exorcist? Is that what you want to happen to you?” she said half joking and half not.
Kaya responded in his most serious and ominous tone, “Don’t you think it would be kinda cool to be possessed? I have always wanted to be able to turn my head in a 360 and puke split pea soup at people just for fun.”
Alex agreed with him while the girls giggled nervously, “Yeah Kaya, but since you are failing Latin I don’t think you’d make a very good demon.”
Kaya dusted off the box and laid out the board on the coffee table and instructed everyone to sit in a circle. Jacob lit some candles and Alex dimmed the lights.
“Everyone put your fingers on the pointer like this,” Kaya demonstrated trying to be scary “and we will ask it a question.”
They all leaned in around the table and eyeballed Kaya, waiting for him to start.
“What are we supposed to do next?” Maddi asked looking at her best friend Khloe rolling her eyes.
“Well in the movies they always ask it for a sign or something.” Jake responded.
Kaya cleared his throat, “Are you there spirit of the dead? Give us a sign or something” he giggled.
They held their breath and waited for the spirit to answer but the pointer didn’t move.
“Uh hello out there, earth to spirits, come in spirits” Kaya yelled out sarcastically.
Still nothing.
“This is stupid, it doesn’t even…” Khloe sighed as she took her hands off the pointer. But before she could finish her sentence the lights flickered, dimming the house even more.
“There we go” Kaya whispered under his breath.
“Whatever Kaya” Maddi winced, “it’s probably just the storm. It’s blowing like crazy out there.”
“Quit being such a girl Maddi and put your hands back on this thing.” Kaya demanded and continued.
“Are you here?” he said in his spookiest voice. The silence seemed deafening as they waited.
The pointer seeming to move without any effort began to buzz and slide slowly toward the word YES. Everyone looked nervous and suspicious.
“Alright, who is moving this thing?” Sydney asked starting to get really scared and looking at Kaya who was doing his best to hide his undeniable fear.
“It’s not me, I swear on Jacob’s mother grave,” he said as he winked at his best friend.
“Somebody ask it something else” Alex coaxed.
“Are you a girl or a boy?” asked Kaya.
The pointer slid quickly around the board spelling out B O Y.
“Are you good or evil?”
The pointer moved once again, gliding even more frantically, their fingers barely touching it this time.
E V I L…
Just as the pointer reached the L, the lights began to flicker once again and with a loud zap, the whole house went dark.
**
Kaya scrambled to reach for one of the candles on the table that had strangely seemed to go out at the same time as the power. Sydney used the flashlight on her phone to illuminate the darkness. She was practically on Kaya’s lap and almost in tears.
“You guys need to stop this. This isn’t cool. If you planned this whole thing just to scare us Kaya I will never talk to you again.”
“Just chill everyone. It’s just the storm. Let’s keep going,” he said, terrified yet strangely curious to learn more. Everyone put their fingers back on the pointer but Sydney.
“How old are you?’
The pointer moved again. 15
“When was your birthday?”
10 27 99
Kaya jumped up nearly knocking over the table. “Ok, who is moving this thing? He demanded accusingly, glaring at Jacob.
“Dude, I’m not doing it” he replied looking just as concerned.
“Isn’t October 27th your birthday? Sydney asked, looking at Kaya in fear.
“Yes, it is as a matter of fact, this spirit has my exact birthday apparently”, he said, his hands moving back to the pointer.
“What do you look like?” Kaya asked out loud. The pointer quickly moving again from letter to letter…
B l o n d e
B l u e l i k e y o u
“So we are twins then?” Kaya asked. “I suppose you are going to tell me that you are my long lost brother” he joked.
The pointer jerked immediately to the word NO as the flame on the candle began dancing madly.
At this point Kaya was the only one playing- the others huddled close to one another on the couch just watching and waiting.
“How did you die?” Kaya asked.
N O T Y E T
“What do you mean? You don’t want to tell me?”
The pointer raced.
N O T D E A D
“What do you mean you’re not dead?” Kaya asked confused. “How can you talk to me if you are not dead?”
The pointer spelled out a response.
S O O N
***
“Stop it, stop it stop it, just freaking stop it Kaya! You are such a jerk! I will never go out with you!” Sydney yelled, her voice quivering with anger and fear. “Let’s go girls, we are so out here.”
Kaya stood up, almost knocking over the candles. “Syd, please don’t leave, I swear to God it wasn’t me! You gotta believe me!”
But it was too late, they were already closing the door behind them, Alex more than happy to walk them home.
“It’s just you and me dude,” Kaya smiled. Sit down, I wanna ask it some more questions.”
“No way man, you’re on your own,” Jake answered shaking his head in disbelief.
Kaya sat back down in front of the board, feeling a surge of energy and adrenaline coaxing him on.
“What did you mean by soon? You mean you’re going to tell me soon?”
N O
N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O
The pointer was nearly spinning out of control, circling the board in figure eights, always returning to the word NO
“What is your name spirit?” Kaya questioned, looking around for Jake who was already out the door, flashing a peace sign. Chicken.
The pointer was still. Kaya took a deep breath and tried hard to focus. He ignored his instincts to walk away, feeling the need to ask it one more question.
“You like to play games, don’t you?” he accused the spirit, speaking into the air like a raving lunatic.
YES
He was starting to burn with an anger he never felt before. His insides churned and shook and his mind raced and heart pounded. With fury, he asked loudly once more,
“I SAID, WHAT IS YOUR NAME SPIRIT?”
The pointer began moving… first to K, then to A…
He closed his eyes, fearing that he knew what the next letters would be.
Y A.
It stopped.
Kaya screamed and threw the board up against the wall cursing it.
“This is ridiculous” he said out loud to himself trying to justify what just happened. He had read about the power of suggestion in a book once but this was just crazy.
Screw this, I ‘m going to bed.
****
It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep, the invitation into the darkness seemed to come quickly this evening. His dreamless sleep lasting only a short while until he was startled back into reality by a strange and familiar sound. He wasn’t sure HOW and imagined he was still asleep but the Ouija board had somehow found its way on the bed right beside where he was laying.
Kaya jerked from beneath the covers, feeling the icy cold sting of the air inside of his throat nearly choking him as he gasped in disbelief. Something inside of him, something internal was drawing him closer to the board. Like a moth to the flame he moved, his hands with a mind of their own, reaching out to touch the shaking pointer that desired to answer his one last question.
He watched as it effortlessly moved across the board, highlighting letter after letter, gaining more power and energy with each one.
M I R R O R
He removed his hands and waved them in front of his face- captivated by the strange tingling that was ravaging his body. Mirror… Did the spirit mean for him to go look in the mirror? Confusion and nausea and elation hit him all at once as he felt that magnetic pull throbbing in his gut, moving him to his feet and into the bathroom. The air was growing thicker and it was getting hard to breathe as he entered the dark room that was illuminated now by only the streetlight outside.
He felt superhuman, almost immortal as his eyes adjusted themselves to the dark. The stranglehold of panic and release possessed him as the flicker of metal caught his eye and made him look down on the sink just below the mirror. He knew for certain that he did not put that butcher knife there.
He wanted to run, to hide, to scream but he wasn’t allowed to. He felt the pull of desire move him to reach down and pick up the knife, admiring its sharp edges and pointed blade. It was if his body was no longer his own.
His eyes moved to the mirror that was covered in steam like it was after he took a hot shower. He watched in horror as an invisible finger spelled out a message.
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
He tried once more to scream and shake the knife out of his hand but he couldn’t. He wiped the steam from the mirror hoping that erasing the letters would make this nightmare less real. But what he saw next was something he was not prepared for.
Looking back at him from inside the mirror he met his own eyes and reflection. But his eyes were no longer blue- they glowed red like the burning embers of the hottest fires of hell. And his wavy blonde locks were now black and stubby, like the bristles on an animal’s hide. The refection moved in time with him as he moved closer to examine his face and arms that’s skin seem to have aged and weathered instantly. What was happening to him?
He looked at the sinister face that now belonged to him and was met with the most sneering and twisted smile that he had ever seen. He watched helplessly as his hand held the knife to his throat, the smile widening and revealing sharp, jagged, rotting teeth. He struggled to inhale and find his voice to scream, to plead, to beg- but all that came out was hysterical laughter and these words…
N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O….
Credit To – Misty Brown and Kaya Brugmann
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Great feedback. If the kid really wants to improve, he’ll listen to constructive criticism rather than demanding an easy out because of his age.
I agree completely! Actual critiques were taking place until protective mom and young son came on and complained about being judged too harshly. After that, it was all sunshine and roses for the author lol. The story is good for the kid’s age, but even his young age should not be reason enough shield him from criticism. Honestly, there’s a reason for the age limit for the site, one of those being the potential commentary. I found the change of tone on the comments hilarious, and the story predictable but OK.
Wow, you were only ten when you wrote this. Thats pretty awesome. This story definently gave me chills! You must seriously read Stephen King novels and watch alot of horror movies. This is on my favorites list. My friends will definently love reading this!
Yes Kaya you did a great job! I loved this story, when I found out a ten year old had written it I was amazed! Great imagination you write better than people twice your age. I believe the person who critiqued your story did not know your age, as they realized their mistake when they found out you were only ten at the time of writing. They admitted they were wrong in judging your story so harshly. It is one thing to give constructive criticism but to insult the writer by saying that the story shouldn’t have been written is judgmental and childish. Keep writing and using that boundless imagination of yours. You obviously have a wonderful mother that encourages your creativity and imagination. There is nothing wrong with a ten year old reading and writing creepypastas. Although some stories may have some frightening aspects every child is different as to what they can safely intake. I think your mother knows best not a random person on the internet. Anyways excellent story and definitely tasty!
awesome job kaya and misty!!!! i loved this story!!!
I think that the story was amazing! And for a kid that age to write a story blows my mind. I couldn’t stop reading. I think that this boy has a promising future as a writer! I hope to see more of his stories!
Okay, Kaya isn’t a boy’s name… at least that I’ve ever heard of… and this threw me to the point that I wasn’t able to fully get on board with the story in the first place.
In The Exorcist, it merely *looked* like split pea soup… or that was what Linda Blair actually spit out…. but in either case, it was supposed to be vile green vomit that was not nearly as tasty as split pea soup.
The numerous typos and grammatical errors throughout (along with missing punctuation everywhere) disrupted the flow.
All of that having been said, there really is no flow here. Why on earth would Kaya go to bed? Why did he have to? He could just as easily have turned on the T.V. to calm his nerves, drifted off and woke to his horrible fate… which would have made more sense. If almost anything had happened other than him killing himself, this may have been worth writing, but in the end, it was not.
Sometimes, I’m really amazed at the stuff that makes it through to this site. This was not in the least bit entertaining. Seriously.
Omg i just got freaked put its 00:00 exactly here bad choice…
Ok but you said fiend instead of friend
I’m not really sure I get it. I’m not sure what he wished for, I’m not sure what was happening, and I’m not sure what ended up happening. It started to get creepy, and then it just got weird. I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t follow.
He said that he always wanted to be possessed by a demon.