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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Wild-Tea-9242 on 2024-09-23 00:18:27+00:00.


We had walked in a straight line for nearly two hours and came back to 52 Magnolia Way. We trembled as we felt the weight of what was transpiring fall on us like a ton of bricks. We broke down under the burden of soul crushing dread.

“That… That doesn't make any sense.” Yazmine whimpered, her hand slowly releasing from mine.

Zack let out a strangled cry and crumbled to the ground, his tears dripping onto the asphalt. He hollered until his voice cracked.

“No,” John shook his head and stepped backwards, “someone's gotta be playing a prank on us. I-I mean, they gotta be!”

“What type of elaborate fucking prank is that?!” Bryce screamed in his face.

“I don't fucking know, alright?!” John screamed back, pushing him out of his personal space.

“That's not possible!” I told John, swiveling around to face him with tears trickling down my face. “This wasn't here a few hours ago, it's not possible to change the entire layout of a town just for a prank-”

“Okay!” John snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “Then I don't know! What do you want me to say?! That the ghosts did it?!”

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned in exasperation as I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes.

“That's exactly what the hell is going on, don't even pretend it's not!” Vanessa argued with us, all while still filming.

“I've had enough of that fucking camera!” Yazmine lunged for her and Vanessa ducked out the way.

“Stop!” I came between them as Yazmine fought to take the camera away, her face flushed red from anger.

Vanessa was smiling, but it was a pathetic and weak smile, and her lips were trembling as tears ran down her cheeks. “I'm not doing anything.” She said quietly, wiping snot from her nose. “Just let me have this.”

“Yaz, chill out,” I grabbed my best friend's shoulders and held her firmly at bay. She breathed deeply in and out through her nose, her eyes shooting daggers at Vanessa and her teeth worrying her bottom lip. “Fighting isn't helping.” I said in a calmer voice. She jerked her arms out of my grasp and turned away, trying to collect herself.

“What's going on?” Zack uttered through quiet snobs, his voice nasally with mucus. “Why is this happening to us?”

“If we go back, will the same thing happen?” John wondered.

“I'm trying it.” Bryce turned and walked in the direction we had come.

“Wait,” Vanessa rushed over to him and grabbed his arm but he shrugged her off, “we just came from there!” We rushed to keep up with them as the two bickered.

“I don't care, we don't have anything to lose from trying,” Bryce replied stubbornly.

“If the same shit happens… Then that means we're trapped…” Zack looked about ready to have another breakdown.

John wrapped an arm around him reassuringly, “Don't think like that. We must have gotten turned around somehow.”

“Bullshit!” Vanessa threw him a dirty look over her shoulder. “You guys are in denial and it's not helping the situation at all. What we need to be doing is trying to appease the spirits, not spending another two hours walking this fucking road.”

“Appease my ass,” Bryce scoffed, “I'm not gonna-”

He stopped walking, making Vanessa nearly run into him.

“What’s-” I cut myself off as I looked ahead and realized what he was staring at. Everyone's gaze fell on a solitary figure, standing just at the edge of the further reaches of our flashlight beams in the center of the road.

It was a child, made obvious by her height, and Bryce's flashlight highlighted her from the torso down. She wore a filthy, faded purple dress and her feet were bare. She could've been at least eight or nine years old.

“What's a kid doing out here?” John muttered.

Bryce lifted the flashlight and illuminated the figure's face, giving us the horrifying truth.

The girl had no eyes. Only blood-caked, empty eye sockets. Her brown, frizzy hair was matted and tangled. Her skin was bloodless, and her pale lips were pressed into an eerie thin line. She stood still like a statue, not even moving a hair's width, the dark pits in her face emotionlessly boring holes into us.

We all flinched and drew in a sharp breath, taken aback by the gruesome sight.

“Oh…Oh my god.” Yazmine's mouth fell open as she staggered backward. “I saw her obituary. That's the Jenkins girl. She's fucking dead. She's dead!”

I couldn't help it, I screamed and ran back towards that dreaded Eye Ripper house, away from that horrifying specter. I could hear the pounding footfalls of the others right behind me, cursing and panting from fear. I scrambled into John's car, still parked outside, in the passenger side seat.

“Go go go!” I screamed, slapping the dashboard as John threw himself into the driver's seat and took out his car keys.

“We have to get out of here! Try it again!” Yazmine shouted as she and the others slid into the back seat, their shoulders flush against each other.

“I'm trying, I'm trying!” John tried to ignite the engine over and over again, but it only spat and spluttered like a wounded animal.

“This is hopeless.” Vanessa shook her head, camera raised towards the window as she looked for any more unwelcome specters. “They don't want us to leave, so we're not going to be able to. That's why we can't call anyone, that's why we can't walk back, and that's why the car won't start.”

“Then what do you suppose we do?” I faced her with an annoyed look.

“Clearly, we disturbed the spirits,” Vanessa began her explanation, “I think it happened when Zack left the game, you're supposed to say a proper goodbye when you're finished communicating with a spirit over the ouija, or else the window between our world and theirs won't close.”

“Oh, come on,” Zack groaned, “don't put this shit on me.”

“I think this place was already fucked to begin with,” Yazmine theorized, “we just should've never came here, that was our mistake. And I know I begged you guys to come, so I'm sorry.”

“To think I almost stayed at home…” Bryce groaned, head in his hands.

“We can't sit here pointing fingers, we have to figure out a solution,” I said, looking at the house in front of us warily, “Vanessa, Yazmine, since you guys seem to know so much about ghosts do you have any idea how we can get out of this?”

“Like I said,” Vanessa replied, “appease them.”

“Appease them fucking how?” I pressed.

Vanessa seemed surprised at my aggression, “Er, uh- we go in there, we get out the board, we apologize, and end the game correctly this time.” She shot a glare at Zack and he threw his middle finger up at her.

“‘In there'?” Bryce looked at her like she was crazy. “In where, the house where we caught that thing in the basement on camera?! In there?!”

“Yes, in there!” Vanessa glared at him. “Unless you have any better ideas?”

“Let's do it,” John said. He was the last person I expected to follow along. “I didn't believe in ghosts before but I guess I can't argue with whatever the fuck we saw back there.”

“Let's do this, and quick.” Yazmine agreed.

“I'm not going back in there!” Zack shrunk in on himself.

“Bro, there's six of us against one creepy little girl,” John tried to reason with him.

“And it might not work without every participant,” Vanessa added.

It took some nagging to get Zack to agree to leave the car, but eventually we found ourselves going back inside. First John went out the car and checked our surroundings, and when he deduced there were no scary dead girls lurking about, we all got out next, took the ouija board from the trunk, and hurried through the front door. Bryce locked it.

“Ghosts aren't deterred by locked doors, babe,” Yazmine raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever,” Bryce waved her away, “let's get this apology thing over with.”

“Are we gonna have to go back down in the basement?” I asked, hoping that wasn't the case.

“That's where the kids died.” Vanessa nodded grimly. “We have to.”

We filed down the basement slowly, flinching at every creak of the wood under our shoes. We scoured the whole place with flashlights, making sure no one was hiding, then sat down around the board like we did earlier. The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding. Once again, Vanessa set up the camera to film, and Yazmine lit four candles. We all piled our hands on top of the planchette, candle light flickering over our sweaty and nervous faces.

“I-is there anyone there?” Yazmine stammered, all her nerves from the first time gone without a trace.

This time, when the planchette moved under our hands, we didn't deny a ghost was doing it. We simply held our breath and watched as it landed on the word “Yes.”

“Listen,” Yazmine choked out through a sob, “we just want to say we're sorry for bothering you all in here, we were just - I don't know, we were just trying to have fun and-”

She stopped talking as the planchette spelled out a word. F. O. R. G. I. V. E.N.

“It says we're forgiven!” I smiled and wiped away a tear.

“So then…we can leave?” Zack asked unsurely.

The planchette started moving again. L. E. A. V. E. Y. O. U. R. E. Y. E. S.

“It said ‘leave your eyes,’” Vanessa whispered. My heart skipped a beat.

“We can't leave without our eyes, dipshits!” Bryce screamed towards the ceiling.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Suddenly, Yazmine, who was sitting right across from me, screamed and backpedaled away from the Ouija board. She was looking at me. No… she was looking…

Behind me?

I turned around, and an eyeless child, the boy I'd seen in the window, was standing over me.

Everything happe...


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