WillowΒ doesnβtΒ fuckΒ withΒ spiritΒ boards.Β Β Β Β As someone with a little personal experience with possession, she has always been tempted to reach out through that form but pulled back by some inexplicable sense that tells her that nothing good comes from them.Β She likes to call it common sense.
On an ordinary day, Willow would have left the house the moment she saw someone bring out the board. She would have made some excuse, poorly hiding her anxiety and promised to join another time β but Salem looked so excited, and she didnβt want to bring the mood of the party down. The new ghost-hunting gig seems to be something heβs really excited about, so who is she to deny him the fun of it?Β
A fucking idiot is who she is, because although she didnβt agree to be part of the ritual, being in the same space as one also leaves her open to all sorts of mischief. The second the candles started going out she began to feel it:Β Β goosebumps, hands on her wristsβ¦ Then the cold breath of the dead on her neck.Β
Β Β @artsympβ said: Β β Β no, Β shit. Β fuck okay. Β weβre gonna fix you i promise. Β β
When the lights turn on she sees faces surrounding her, she realises the lights werenβt off at all; sheβd just blacked out. From anxiety, from something elseβ¦ She supposes she wont know until she asks. Willow blinks up at the face above her, trying to make sense of what sheβs seeing. Salem looms overhead, holding her face in both his hands and she groans.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β βWhat β happened?βΒ
Usually, Salem isnβt the kind to fuck with spirit board either. His late mother made sure β very sure β to tell him the dangers when she was teaching him the far more reliable, and safer, divination techniques he knows. She always told him that the doorway opened by a spirit board can draw the nastiest of beings through if you arenβt careful β if you donβt know what warning signs to look for. It took a great deal of convincing from the others in the group to get him to agree, but eventually he did cave; The fear made the whole idea a lot more enticing than he could have anticipated β maybe he could talk to his mom again, just one last time. That was just enough to turn his normal distaste into a morbid curiosity.Β
He had felt it too; the stinging, prickly feeling of unseen hands on the body, the chill that swept through the room, and did he hear whispering in the corners of the room? It was terribly clichΓ© the way they all started blaming each other when the planchette started moving on itβs own across the board, spelling out nonsense phrases. It was something out of a movie, something that felt entirely unreal. Salem was pulled out of the moment when he heard something hit the floor, and the horror-stricken boy rushed over.Β
Β Β Β Β Β β You, oh β I donβt really know, everything went nuts and then you collapsed. How are you feeling, are you okay? β Β Β The poor boy was talking one million miles a minute, his frame shaking violently with anxiety. He should have known. He should have known. He should have fucking known!Β
