The Lake House

It was Halloween, and my friends and I were staying at the lake house. It was a towering, ancient monstrosity with dark hallways and unreliable lighting that flickered ominously.

“Let’s have a séance!” one of the girls squealed, waving the Ouija board above her head.

Everyone giggled and agreed enthusiastically as they set the board on the table. The lights were turned out, candles were lit, and the group gathered around the table.

“Are you going to play?” They looked expectantly at me as I lingered near the door. I shook my head, and took another step back.

They placed their hands on the planchette, and the air in the room suddenly felt colder.

“This is a terrible idea.” I muttered, as I gathered my things. “No way. I am out.”

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