I woke up, once again feeling as if someone had dunked water on me. I had forgotten to turn the AC on last night. I had a dream. A dream of all things that could be considered nightmare fuel. In this dream, I saw my sister being dragged into the pits of hell. When I tried to grab her hand I became transparent. That’s when something from behind me tried to pull me down with her. I was startled nothingless when I awoke.
Was it really just a nightmare though? It felt so real? And Haylee, she seemed so alive? No, Haylee was dead. I wish it wasn’t true but she is. But, what if she’s not completely gone? No, I needed to stop being ridiculous. Though, it wouldn’t hurt to see someone just in case.
It was Saturday, I could do whatever I wished today. I decided to go to a fortune teller. I’d always seen movies and plays on how fortune tellers can tell you your destiny. What was my destiny? Was my destiny to be dragged into the pits of hell?
I walked into this small hut looking building and awaited to be escorted to the Lady of Fortunes, The Fortune Teller. I looked around the small waiting area and noticed many crystals sitting in all different areas of the room. They all had a unique shape, color, and size.
Finally I was escorted to the Lady of Fortunes. She gave me a sweet smile as I sat down. “You poor girl,” she said to me. “You can see it can’t you?”. “What do you mean?” I asked kindly while trying to ignore the slight black shadow in the corner. “You can see him.” she said reassuringly.
“You’ve done nothing wrong, it's your mother who’s passed this down.”. “Ma’am my mother is dead..” I said concerningly. “Curses don’t tend to care whether you’re alive or dead hon’.”. “Curses?”. “Yes dear, your family is cursed by it, the demon of the spirit board.”. “What are you talking about?” I questioned nervously.
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“Zozo, he is the demon of the ouija board, your mother shouldn’t have played with that thing.”. “My mother would never play with a spirit board!” I said hesitantly. “She did, and she can never go back from it.”. “When did my mother play with a damn spirit board?!” I began to shout. “Poor thing, just like many others who thought it was just a game.”. I stood up and walked out of the room. No way was I going to listen to some crazy lady talking about demons!
On my way home, I stopped by a small store that always sold many cute looking nicknacks. As I was looking around I came across a brown locked box and was intrigued. I had no clue what was inside but I wanted it. I picked up the box and brought it up to the register.
As the little old lady took the cash I gave her, she looked at the box worriedly and then said “Whatever you do don’t open it, you won’t like what you find.”. I rolled my eyes, took my change, and left.
When I got home I couldn’t help but question what she meant. There was a sticker on the box that said “Dybbuk”. What did that mean? I decided to google “Dybbuk Box”. As I searched I kept coming across the same definitions, a box that demons and evil entities were held in. What the fuck? No wonder that woman told me not to open it.
Thankfully for me I wasn’t scared of that type of shit. I grabbed a box cutting knife and went at it. When I opened it up it reeked of some sort of dead animal. “What the fuck, did someone kill a bird in here or something?”. I looked inside and to my surprise I found three things, an ouija board, a dirty planchette, and a pentagram made of sticks and strings. “What the hell? Must have belonged to some satanic mother fucker.”
I threw the box and things in it across the room. I was sick and tired of this shit. I picked the box up and put it in my closet. Maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away.
I layed on my bed tired and frustrated as I rolled over trying to get comfortable. I felt as if I was being watched. I couldn’t explain it, I just felt the need to hide. Even though I was already really hot, I pulled my covers up over my head. I didn’t feel safe.
I grabbed my phone and started playing some music to help calm me down.
“I can see you from behind
You can hear me in your mind
Run so-”
I immediately turned the song off. It wasn’t even in my playlist! Why was that song in my playlist? Why? It didn’t make any sense! I turned my phone off, pulled the covers back up over my head, and fell asleep.