“What the hell are you doing with that?” I said, pointing at it.
Her eyes glinted with excitement and she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, before she pulled me over to the bed. “I’m trying to contact my mother! You know how you said you saw her, well, I thought with a little help from this, I might be able to as well!”
I shook my head. “No Gwen. You don’t want to mess with that thing.”
Her fingers dug into my arm. “Come on, Keira. Please. I just know if you do it with me, I’ll get to talk to my mother. I mean, you’ve got some kind of gift or something. I believed you when you said you saw her! Hell, I’ve always felt her nearby.”
“No Gwen! Look these Ouija boards are bad news!” If she knew what I’d seen earlier, she’d burn the bloody thing! “Not going to happen, Gwen!” I started to fold the board up to put it back in its box.
Her hand tugged mine away and she glared at me. “You’re being selfish. All I want is a chance to—”
“Gwen! Believe me when I tell you this is dangerous! You don’t want to mess with it.” I jerked my hand away from hers.
“Hey!” Her eyes started to glisten again, but this time it was with tears. “It’s my mother we’re talking about. She would never hurt me.”
“This is so not a good idea, Gwen. Just trust me when I tell you your mother is fine.” If GM knew this was going on, that Gwen was trying to get me to do this with her, she’d have a conniption! Hell, even Lawrence would blow a gasket! And the coincidence was totally freaking me out!
“Please. I just want to speak with her... just one more time. I’ve missed her so much! I promise, I’ll never ask you again. Just one time... please.” Her voice almost broke when she pleaded. She swiped the tears away with the back of her hand and sniffed loudly.
She still had her hand on my arm. The sorrow and grief I felt from her dad was nothing compared to the agony in Gwen’s heart. Damn it. I took a deep breath and knew I couldn’t deny her this. If it was my last time seeing my mother or father.... or even GM, I’d want to do it. “Fine! But this is it. I’ll only do this once.” I flopped down on the bed, next to the blasted board. I glared up at her. “But blow your nose first.”
She rose to her tiptoes, holding her hands tight to her chest, almost squee’ing. I swear if she did that, I was out of there. When she flew from the room to get a tissue, I glared at the board and planchette. No tricks this time buster.
All too soon she was back and bouncing to a spot opposite me, with the board between us.
“Have you used one of these things before?” Her fingers flew to the planchette and she looked over at me.
I rolled my eyes and my hands slowly drifted over to join hers on the small triangle. “Oh yeah. Have you? I mean aside from just now?”
“No. I just bought it today. I was thinking of what happened the other day by the pool, and I was right outside some kind of mystical head shop downtown. I went right in and bought it.”
“Right about nine a.m. or so?” That was when GM and I started our session. Yeah, the one that took five minutes but lasted seven hours. I had such a bad feeling about this.
“Yeah! I was on my break! How did you know?”
“Skip it. Let’s give this a whirl, then I’m going to burn this thing, okay?” Great. She just happened to be outside the right store at the right minute. Sure. Just coincidence. I didn’t believe in coincidences. Well, this would be a quick down and dirty session and then I was done with the Ouija board. “You’d better let me do the talking.”
Her face knotted. “Why? It’s my mother and my board.”
I lifted my hands from the planchette and sat back. “My rules. If you want me to do this with you, you’ll do it my way or forget it.” I’d been trained by an expert after all, while she was a neophyte.
Her eyebrows clenched in annoyance. “Okay.” It came out like a bark.
I took a few deep breaths and then my hands went back to the board. A flash of Gwen’s mom appeared in my head. This was a good start. My eyes opened wider and I peered at Gwen. “What’s your mom’s name?”
“Rebecca. Rebecca Jones but her maiden name was Dowd.”
I took a deep breath and started. “Rebecca Jones. Are you here?”
The planchette sat still, no vibrations, nothing.
“Rebecca Dowd. Your daughter Gwen would like to talk to you. Are you present?” This time the triangle jerked to the word, YES. I glanced at Gwen and was rewarded by a smile.
“Ask her if she’s happy. Tell her I miss her.”
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. As if, Rebecca wouldn’t have heard that! “Rebecca, Gwen would like a sign that you are in peace and that you are happy.”
My fingertips on the planchette began to tingle and it was hard to stay on the small object as it spelled out, L O V E H E R.”
“Oh Mom.” A single tear splashed onto the board from Gwen’s chin.
The planchette began to circle the board, gaining speed. My eyes darted to Gwen who stared back at me, her mouth hung open.
The triangle stopped at the letters J A R R O D.
“Uh oh,” I said. My heart galloped against my rib cage. The air became cooler and a sudden breeze lifted the curtain from the side of the window. The loose paper on the desk began to lift and swirl in the air.
Gwen’s eyes were as big as dinner plates staring around the room. Her hands drifted off the zooming planchette and I reached to slap them back on, holding my palm over the tops of her hands. Fear and despair came in crashing waves from where we joined. This was so unfair! Gwen had hoped for contact from her mother and this thing... whatever it was, was hijacking that.
“Listen shithead! Whoever you are... Jarrod or some other weasely shmuck, get lost!” The triangle began to circle the board so fast it was hard to keep my fingers on it. I was making it mad.
On a roll now, I continued, “You sneaky coward! Taking advantage of the love between Gwen and her mother! You have no place in this house!”
The bedroom door banged shut with such force it shook the room which was already swirling with papers. Gwen’s arms jerked back and I gripped her hand in mine. “Stay connected, Gwen! I need you to stay with me here!” Fear jolted into my hand from hers and then became a steady, calm strength. I looked into her eyes and saw determination narrow her gaze.
“I command you to leave this house! You have no right to be here!” My fingers laced with Gwen’s and we held our hands up, still maintaining the connection with the planchette with our other hands. Books on her bookshelf toppled to the floor. The wind became wilder, forcing the papers against our hands and faces.
My head filled with a face, the eyes red while the mouth gaped in a grin... an evil grin which taunted me.
Oh screw you, buster. I raised my voice. “Enough! Go!”
Our hands tightened, and our muscles were taut when we raised our arms even higher. Just as suddenly as it started, the room became quiet. Papers floated in the still air and drifted onto the bed and floor around us. We looked at each other and then our gaze shifted to take in the room. It had worked! Together we’d done it!
“Oh my God! What happened?” Gwen’s mouth fell open as she leaned closer to me. Her hand left the planchette and gripped my arm. “Jarrod’s the name of the guy found dead in your grandmother’s house, I was talking about! Keira, what’s going on?”
Good question. But more like, what the hell was he doing here, in Gwen’s house? It was as unlikely as seeing Gwen’s name spelled out in the session with GM. I gasped. This was all a diversion! Of course I would be concerned after seeing her name and would come over to check on her. And then, for her to conveniently buy a Ouija board that day and try this? I was meant to be here—the message on the board, and the room exploding with a sudden wind!
GM! This was all to get me out of the house so GM would be alone! Lawrence was old and had no power! I jumped to my feet. “I’ve got to go! My Nana’s in danger! I’ll explain later!”
The tires of my car skidded on the shoulder of the road as I raced home. GM had said demons lie and try to trick you. Whatever that thing was that screwed us over back at the house had set us up. Set me up.
I had to get there! Had to get to GM before it was too late! Tears filled my eyes and the entrance to the driveway was a blur. Was I already too late?
“Nana!” I sobbed.
TWENTY SIX
I BURST THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR of Nana’s home and almost keeled over from the putrid stench in the house. The vision of half-gnawed, bloated carcasses covered in their own filth burst into my mind’s eye. For the first time in my life I knew the smell of pure evil. I retched twice, and stood upright, and spoke aloud as I staggered through the house to Nana’s bedroom:
“I will not be afraid
Fear is the soul destroyer
And will consume me should I allow it
I rebuke fear
To its face of many masks i stare unafraid
One by one, I will watch those masks fall away
Crumble to ash
And drift away
In the breeze of my love
And I will still stand
Alone and unafraid.”
It really didn’t help much; I was still scared to death. But I kept trudging, each step an effort. The stench had a physical aspect to it—a morass which thickened, as I moved forward.
“I rebuke fear,” I said, over and over.
I was halfway across the living room when I heard Nana’s terrified scream, followed by the sound of a body slamming so hard the floor under my feet vibrated. I dropped my head and charged as another wail from Nana stabbed my ears.
Coming through the shattered door to her bedroom I gasped. GM’s body hovered two feet above the bed! She clung to the headboard, as her legs were being twisted and yanked. Her hair streamed down and her eyes were wide with terror.
A mighty wind howled through the room.
“Nana!” I rushed forward. The force that held her, slammed her to the bed.
And turned on me.
I was lifted a foot off the floor and flung back against the doorjamb. I fell like a rag doll, the impact dazing me. I saw Lawrence slumped against the far wall. He was out cold, blood streaking his forehead.
Nana’s body began to rise again and I scrambled to my feet.
“Keira, go back!” she cried out. She clawed again at the headboard, clutching a bedpost as the rest of her body was twisted and pulled.
“Leave her alone!” I bolted to the bed, this time almost making it before I was flung back onto my ass again. The demon’s grip on Nana faltered and she dropped again to the bed.
I got up again. It couldn’t levitate her and defend against me at the same time.
‘OH YOU THINK SO, MEATBAG?!’ screamed in my mind. The room was blotted from my vision, and filled with a gaping, drooling maw of broken brown teeth. Its tongue pulsed out and I leapt back to keep from being swabbed by its rancidness.
‘HAHAHAHA!’
It vanished, and another pulse of force knocked me to my knees. The pain of the blow was excruciating. I was on all fours, gasping for breath as Nana was again yanked off the bed, and slammed back down. The demon was trying to pull her away from her mattress and over the hardwood floor, but she was hanging onto the bedpost for dear life.
I pushed myself to my feet, my body wracked in pain.
“Keira!” It came from behind me.
I turned and saw Gwen! But then I was once more flat on the floor, the wind knocked out of me. A loud thud and Nana’s scream broke through my dazed head.
Gwen’s hands gripped my arm, tugging me to my feet. “Keira! Your grandmother!” She held me upright, her arm around my waist.
When Gwen grasped me, a dynamic surge coursed through every cell in my body. I felt strengthened in a way I’d never experienced before; a balloon within me I didn’t even know I had, swelled and burst forth.
“Leave this house, Beast!” I screamed. The thunder that exploded from my throat shook the room. “I REBUKE YOU! I COMMAND YOU, GO!”
Nana dropped onto her bed and instantly, the room was normal. The disgusting stench vanished and the howling wind stopped like a light switch was thrown. I was immediately woozy, and staggered. I would have fallen right on my face if Gwen hadn’t caught me. We lurched over to the bed.
Nana was flat on her back and her eyes were closed, her hands no longer clasping the headboard. I bent over her, stroking her cheek.
“Nana?” I burst into tears, sobbing. “Nana?” Oh God, she was so small and so still.
Gwen reached around me with one arm and began to shake Nana; her other one still wrapped around my waist. “Pamela!” she shouted. “Pamela, wake up!”
Her eyelids fluttered and creaked open.
“Keira.” It was a whispered sigh from her lips. I dropped to my knees on the floor beside her and held my arm over her, now bawling like a child. “Oh Nana! I shouldn’t have left! That beast tricked me!”
Gwen’s hand gripped my shoulder. “What the hell was that thing?”
It was then that it hit me. I hadn’t been able to beat the thing back on my own. It had taken Gwen’s presence, joining with me which had given me the supercharge. If she hadn’t shown up when she did... God, I couldn’t bear to think of it. Tears rolled down my cheeks and onto Nana’s bed. We’d probably all be dead if she hadn’t shown up.
“Lawrence!” Just as the thought had popped into my head, Gwen noticed him. She raced over to the far wall and squatted next to him. Her fingers checked his neck for a pulse and then she looked over at me, letting out an audible sigh of relief. “He’s alive!” Like she did with Nana, Gwen prodded Lawrence. “Hey, Lawrence! Wake up! What’s for supper?”
His eyes opened slowly and he pushed himself up, staring at Gwen and then turning to see my grandmother. He started to get to his feet, “Pamela!”
“She’s okay, Lawrence. Well, bruised and shaken up, but she’s okay!” I brushed the tears from my eyes and turned back to gaze down at my Nana. Nana. Yeah, she was all of that. No more GM. “I’ll call an ambulance. We need to get you to the hospital to check you out. Lawrence as well.” I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.
She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. But, I do need some water.”
I didn’t want to leave her, but I rose to my feet.
“I got this,” I said. Lawrence could probably use one too. In a flash, I was back from the kitchen carrying two glasses of water. Nana had managed to prop a pillow behind her and was sitting up. She was a tough old bird, that was for sure. Even so, her hand trembled as she took the glass.
Lawrence was seated at the foot of the bed. He waved off the offer of water and was staring at Nana. “Pamela, I’m sorry. I failed you.” Reaching up to her, his hand cupped her cheek while his eyes welled with tears.
“You could never fail me, dear.” She looked up at Gwen and me. “But the torch must pass to younger hands.”
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