...Something evil this way comes

[Unhappy-Junimo]

Some writing! Kinda-creepy little story, will probs be very short.

Prologue:

“Something’s going on. I don’t know what it is, but it’s weird,” Sam looked earnestly at his friends. “Ever since the farmer chick moved in, it’s like… I don’t know exactly.”
Abigail looked up. “I know what you mean. The mines have gotten way more dangerous, there are things in there…” She shuddered.
They both looked expectantly at Sebastian.
“I think everything’s fine,” He replied evenly, not looking up from his phone. “You’re probably just imagining things.”
“Yeah… Maybe…” Sam said doubtfully, looking at Abigail. She knew the look. Sebastian’s being weird. They both used the look a lot.
“Whatever. Let’s get back to the game.” She said, changing the subject.
Abigail and Sam had a confusing relationship. They became friends because of Sebastian and bonded over their mutual crush on him. Abigail had grown out of that pretty quickly, and Sam was in love with half the town anyway, so it wasn’t like they were jealous. Abigail would be forever grateful that Sam wasn’t the possessive type. She had seen Haley physically attack people for giving Alex a gift, and legends say Elliot still has the scar.
But even when their relationship progressed to be more than a shoulder to cry on when Sebastian didn’t return any affection, it still revolved around him. The fact that they had a look meaning “Sebatian’s being weird” proved it.
“What was up with him today?” Sam started as they walked down the mountain.
“Yeah… Normally he’s all for a conspiracy,” Abigail added, looking pensive. “I think he might…” She lowered her voice. “Have caught the “weirds”, if you know what I mean.” Sam nodded solemnly.
“He has been spending a lot of time with the farmer.” He added. Abigail shivered. The farmer had moved in a few months ago, inhabiting the old farm outside the town. Abigail used to explore the ruins when she was younger and braver.
“The old farm gives me the creeps. I don’t care how nice it’s been made up, there is definitely something evil living there.” Sam nodded again, unperturbed by the change of topic. Abigail was like that, mind switching topics like T.V. channels.
“Whatever it is, I don’t like it.” He concluded, pausing outside Abigail's door.
“Neither do I, Sam. Neither do I.”

 

[Unhappy-Junimo]

Part 2 (or 1, if that was a prologue. whatever)

In the safety of her bedroom, Abigail began to work. She always had a penchant for the supernatural, something she inherited from her dad. Her real dad, not Pierre. Despite her mom’s best attempts, Abigail had figured it out ages ago. It was pretty obvious, actually.
She pulled out the Ouija board from under her bed. She wasn’t sure if it would work. Ouija boards didn’t work alone, she knew that. But then again, things like this had always worked for her. Abigail leaned over the board. It was late, her parents would be asleep by now. No one would bother her. Fingers hovering over the game piece, she exhaled.
“If there really is something up with the town… With the new farmer... If anyone has something to say, anything…” She looked up from the boards, fingers shaking. “I want to know.”
The only response was the wind shaking her window.
Carefully, as it could bite, Abigail lowered her fingers onto the planchette.
Nothing happened. Everything was still. Abigail sighed in relief.
As if her sigh had triggered something, the planchette began to slide forward.
“Ohmygodohmygodoh-” Abigail swore, fingers white on the edge of the piece. It drifted to the h, pausing for a moment before resuming its course.
“H-E-L-L-O,” Abigail read. She looked up. “Um… Who are you- who am I conversing with?” The planchette shifted again. “M-O-N-A,” She gasped. Putting a name to the spirit made it so much more real.
“Do you have a message for me?”
The spirit (Mona) brought Abigail’s fingers to the yes. She mouthed the word, before looking up as if Mona was standing in front of her. She wasn’t, of course, but she might have been from the tiny scream Abigail let out.
There was something there, in her room, illuminated by the light from the T.V., which had turned on mysteriously. She scrambled backward, fingers leaving the planchette. She gasped again, this time at the spirit disappearing. Abigail blinked violently, rubbing her eyes. Something was very wrong. The T.V. was still on, playing fuzzy clips of something unrecognizable. It made her stomach hurt, and she felt around for the remote. Her shaking fingers found it, and she hurried to turn it off, bathing her room in darkness.

Something was very wrong indeed.

 

[Unhappy-Junimo]

let me know what you think so far!


part 3:

“The perfect trio has gone off the edge,” Haley remarked conspiratorially from the beach.
“Why do you say that? They seem fine to me.” Alex responded. Haley looked over to where they were huddled around a tide pool.
“No way. Abigail hasn’t moved in like five minutes, she’s just staring blankly into the dunes. And Sebastian looks more uncomfortable than he normally does, and that’s saying something,” She brushed the sand off her leg. “Sam is just staring adoringly at Sebastian, at least he seems to be the same.”
Alex gave her an unimpressed look. “Ok, so they’re messed up. How’s that our problem?”
Haley returned the look. “It’s not, dumbass. That’s the whole appeal,” She retorted, pushing herself off the towel.
“Hey! Where are you going? Haley!”
Haley laughed from the bridge.
“Hurry up! We’re going to Pierre’s.”

Haley walked into the story with the confidence of someone wearing more than a bathing suit and shorts. Alex looked more aware of his lack of clothing and was suffering the consequences in the air-conditioned building. Haley didn’t get cold, one of the many impressive things about her. She had called it strong willpower, but Alex was more inclined to believe that she was, in fact, an alien.
“Hey! Pierre!” Haley called out amicably. “Is Abigail in?”
Pierre looked slightly scandalized. He was used to Abigail’s friends, but in all honesty, they were a pretty innocent group. Comic books and bands rarely inspired paternal fear. But Haley? She inspired lots of fear—of all types.
“I don’t think so…” he said doubtfully.
Haley put on a dramatic pout. “Oh. But… She said she’d be here. Maybe she’s in her room! I’ll check. Come on, Alex!”
Pierre let out a weak protest, but it didn’t deter Haley. Very little did.

Abigail’s room had underwater-themed wallpaper, which Alex found endearing and Haley found hilarious.
“There is no way she’s twenty,” Haley muttered, sifting through piles of junk on Abigail’s dresser.
“Maybe she skipped a grade?” Alex offered, distracted by the small rodent apparently named David.
Haley snorted. “Oh, definitely. There is no excuse for a full-grown adult to have purple hair.”
“Your sister has blue hair,” Alex offered.
“I know, and she’s insane,” Haley said. “Ugh! This is pointless.”
“Could have told you that from the beginning,” Alex muttered, earning a glare from Haley.
She fell onto the bed dramatically. “And thus ends my career- Ow!”
Alex looked up from the hamster, concerned.
“Everything ok?”
“Better than ok,” Haley grinned, holding up the object she had unceremoniously fallen on. “I found a clue.”
Alex leaned forward. “Is that…”

Haley smiled maniacally. “An Ouija board!”

 

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