The Diary Of Jane

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Five: Ouija


The rain had started to come down hard now, she could hear it hitting the windows and the surfaces of nearby objects. Darren was already late and Kelley wanted to get this thing going, Jacob's advice was now almost completely in the back of her mind, she could hear a bird in the distance chirping, probably taking shelter from the rain. Thunder roared and lightening lit up the sky and apart from the fire and the lamp in the living room, the house was dark. There, in the back of her head, despite her wanting to know what she had seen, was a voice, nothing more than a whisper, if the house was not completely silent, she would not have heard it. The words being spoken she could not quite make out, but they seemed to have a message, a warning, though it was unclear. Even just the thought of that sent a cold shiver down the back of her spine, it begged her to turn back while she still could, but it was already too late for that. She was either far too stupid, or far too disparate to do so, who knows, maybe it was even a bit of both.

She walked over to the window pressed her face close to the glass, watching, waiting, for Darren to arrive, she was breathing slow but hard, nerves she figured. If this worked, would she want the answers she was about to find? It was like trying to predict the future, she thought of it like a boyfriend, even though at the time he was exactly what she wanted, only time would tell if he was what she needed. 'Wow, Kelley' she thought, 'that doesn't make you sound like an over easy slut in the slightest bit.' The head lights of Darren's old Volks Waggon then appeared in the driveway, 'at last' she thought. She pulled away from the window to go meet him at the door when she realized something, something odd, her finger, it was cold and damp. Kelley then turned her head back to where she had been standing by the window, there was steam on the glass, as if written with a finger there were words, they spelled 'don't trust'. The message seemed to be unfinished, and she didn't know what it meant or why she would write it in the first place. When from the silence came the sound Bang! Bang! Bang! Three loud slams on the door that startled Kelley so much she jumped, when she looked back at the window the steam had faded.

She walked over and opened the large door that lead from her house and in the doorway Darren was standing there, soaking yet holding a rectangular box in his hand. The rain was pouring hard behind him, “come in” Kelley said and without hesitating he did so, he removed his jacket and hung it in the very large closet just outside of the doorway. He had eyebrow length dirty blonde hair, his eyes were a bright green and had on a white T-shirt and grey cargo pants. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Coffee would be nice, A little cold outside,” he replied, looking around the house, “I still can't get over how big this place is.” This was not the first time that Darren had ever been here, actually it was Darren that Joseph preferred over Jacob, Kelley never did fully understand why.

“Tell me about it, sorry for dragging you down here” She replied as she walked into the kitchen and turned the coffee maker on. The house was quiet for that moment, the only sound that was being made was the sound of the coffee dripping, drop by drop into the glass pot. She watched it as each drop caused a ripple of small waves that splashed against the side.

She didn't know why she found it fascinating, it wasn't as though she had never made a pot of coffee before, for some reason she felt like looking at it. “Kelley?” she heard Darren call, “you get lost out there or something?” She snapped out of her small trance and noticed that the pot was now full.

“It happened again,” she said to herself, so quiet it was almost in a whisper.

“Kell?” His voice sounding a bit less like joking this time, almost alarmed.

“Coming” she said, pouring the coffee into two glass mugs, “sorry it's taking so long, our coffee maker isn't the greatest.” Which of course was a lie, but she didn't want Darren to know that she had been experiencing loss of time, at least it was only a few minutes instead of several hours.

“Don't worry about it, had nothing going on tonight anyway.” Darren sat in the living room and Kelley brought in two cups of coffee and handed one to Darren then sat on the couch beside him. She looked at the box with him, it was old, probably from the eighties, worn sides and a faded picture in the centre. “Not that I am not thrilled to be here with you, but do you want to tell me what this is about?” Out of all the things that Darren was, unfortunately for Kelley in this case, stupid wasn't one of those things, if he was going to let her use that board, she first had think of something that made her sound less crazy.

“Earlier today I saw something, a little girl in my room who vanished into thin air, she couldn't have been more than six or seven years old. Then again, I saw a woman in the woods who looked like a corpse, who also vanished in the time it takes to blink, I want to know if I saw, what I thought I saw and it wasn't just some kind of hallucination.”

“ you see dead people a lot?” Dammit, he didn't believe her either, today was just not her day.

“No, it only started this morning, when I saw the little girl...” she stopped herself before she said anything else, Kelley wasn't positive that she wanted Darren to know about the Diary. Or at least, she didn't want to have to tell him unless she felt that she had too.

“So you think that thing will help?” he asked, pointing to the Ouija board.

“I am hoping so. If it is ghosts hanging around then I would very much so like to find why and then put a stop to it.”

“What made you think ghost? No offence but you don't look like you have been sleeping much.”

It was clear that the ‘I just have a general interest and would like to know for sure approach’ wasn't going to work with Darren, it was time for plan B, proof. “That's beside the point, but I admit it's what I thought first, the way the little girl came and went, but after she vanished, I heard footsteps, like she was there, but just out of eye shot, and then lead me to this” Kelley then placed the diary on the table in front of him.

Darren reached over and picked up the small book and opened it “Jane Worthright..” he said very quietly to himself, “that name sounds familiar, where exactly did you find this?”

“In the attic, hidden under a floorboard” Kelley had a dead serious look on her face while Darren just looked fascinated. Kelley assumed that it was now safe to say that Darren believed her, which was a good thing, now all she had to do was convince him to let her use the Ouija board. He was flipping through the pages of the diary, she didn't know if he was just interested or if he was looking for something to back up what she was saying.

“Creepy shit,” he said as he placed the book back on the table. “Does anyone else know about this?”

“Jacob.” The word 'shit' was the first thing that ran through her mind as she said that, 'I shouldn't have told him about Jacob.' Much like Joseph and Jacob, Darren and Jacob didn't get along either, they never had but no one ever told her why.

“Jacob? Why the hell did you tell that asshole?”

“He was on his way over when the little girl showed up and he was with me when I saw the woman, and don't call him that, he's a better man than you give him credit for.”

“If you say so, if you ask me he needs to learn how to let things go. Let the past stay buried where it belongs.”

“No offence, but I wasn't asking, are we going to do this or not?” Kelley asked with a clear bit annoyance in her voice, she hated the way that Darren always talked down Jacob behind his back. As bad as she wanted to know what was going on, trashing down Jacob for no reason was the last straw. He could either help her, or he could leave, and she would find another way to deal with this, either way, she didn't have time for this bullshit.

“Alright then” Darren reached over and took the board out of the box and set it on the table, the board itself had all the letters of the alphabet on it, and the words 'hello', 'goodbye', the numbers '0-9', 'yes', 'no' and 'maybe', but there was another piece, it looked like a triangle with a circle cut in the center of it. “Do you know how this works?” Kelley shook her head no. “Okay, so this centre piece is placed on the board and we both touch it as lightly as possible and then simply ask a question. Anything, and if there is an active spirit they will answer. Simple, but don't let go of the piece, it won't work without it, now get on the other side.” Kelley got up and moved to the other side of the table and sat on the floor, Darren then set the centre piece on the board and he and Kelley both reached out and as gently as possible. “Now ask it something.”

“Like what?” Kelley was trying to get the hang of just how this thing worked, she had only ever heard of them, she had never used one before. She wasn't sure that she ever wanted to either.

“Anything that comes to mind,” he responded. She was hoping for more of an answer, then that, it sounded stupid when she thought about it, but she didn't want to offend anyone that might have been there with them. All she wanted was answers, that was it, and she would trouble them no more.

Hello?” Kelley asked. Nothing. “Hello?” she asked again, there was a flicker of the fire, as though a gust of wind had come from somewhere and touched it. As for the board itself, however, once again, nothing happened. It was starting to frustrate Kelley, why would they have been so open earlier but silent now? Darren must have picked up on Kelley's mood because he leaned in closer to the board, like he was waiting for an answer.

Darren decided to give it a try, “is there anyone here with us?” Nothing, at first, but the centre piece started to jiggle and it slowly moved to the word 'YES.'

Thinking he was playing a joke she said “not funny.” this must have just been him screwing around, why would it answer to Darren and not Kelley when it was Kelley they were trying to contact?

“I'm not doing anything,” he replied, he had a seriousness in his voice and on his face. This frightened Kelley, because if it wasn't Darren doing anything, then that meant that the board was working.

“Are you Jane?” she asked. The centre piece, then slowly moved to 'NO'. Kelley guessed it changed its mind and wanted to talk to her after all. She suddenly noticed that it got the slightest bit colder, she wasn't sure if it was just her or that Darren could feel it too. He never said anything and it wasn't important anyway, so she asked it her next question “Then who are you?” The centre piece moved to the letters 'M-Y-N-A-M-E-I-S-E-D-I-S-O-N.'

“My name is Edison” Darren said. She was glad he did because it was a bit hard to make out what it said moving around like that.

“Did you live here?” she asked. 'NO.' “Do you know what it is that I saw today?” 'Y-O-U-S-A-W-J-A-N-E.'

“You saw Jane” Darren said.

“Do you know what she wants with me?” 'NO.' “Do you know why Jane is still here?” 'NO.' “Why are you here?” 'I-L-I-K-E-I-T-H-E-R-E.'

“I like it here” Darren said.

“Do you think it is possible that Jane is here for the same reason that you are Edison?” Kelley asked him. 'N-O-T-L-I-K-E-L-Y.'

“Not likely,” Darren spoke.

“How old were you when you died?” 'I-W-A-S-2-4.'

“I was twenty four” Darren read.

“How did you die?” 'J-A-N-E.' For a moment Kelley was in a bit of shock, she did not expect to get an answer like that. “Jane killed you?” 'YES.' “How?” 'I-D-O-N-T-W-A-N-T-T-O-T-A-L-K-A-B-O-U-T-H-E-R-A-N-Y-M-O-R-E.'

“I don't want to talk about her anymore.”

Kelley though for a second “What would you like to talk about?” 'Y-O-U.' “Me? What about me?” 'I-L-I-K-E-Y-O-U.'

“I like you” Darren said dully. It was more than obvious that Darren didn't like the idea of a ghost trying to flatter Kelley with its words. It was honestly a little amusing to her.

Kelley slightly chuckled “little jealous Darren?” he just flashed her a dirty look. “What do you like about me Edison?” Kelley asked him, mainly to rattle Darren's cage, honestly, she felt a little flattered too. 'I-L-I-K-E-H-O-W-P-R-E-T-T-Y-Y-O-U-L-O-O-K-W-H-E-N-Y-O-U-S-L-E-E-P” Kelley's smile quickly faded as she saw his reply and then Darren spoke it out loud.

“I like how pretty you look when you sleep...” then the lamp flickered and went out. The fire that was roaring when they first pulled out the board had now almost smothered itself out, and only a very small about of light remained in the large room.

Not looking away from the board and completely ignoring everything else in the room Kelley asked “You watch me sleep?”... Nothing happened, then she noticed something that was off, it was Darren, from the top of her vision it looked like he had a crooked smile. She tilted her head to look at him and his smile got bigger. Frost fully coated the glass window behind her as the words in the window once again showed themselves as they clearly said don't trust Edison.

Then she saw that his eyes turned pure white and he said something in a voice other than his own “I am always watching you Kelley...” this revealed a darkness in his mouth, as though there was nothing behind his mouth. “And I like what I see” and without warning the centre piece on the board began to get hot, when Kelley looked at it the letters of the board were bleeding, hot, red blood.. This made her jump back and let go of the centre piece of the board and Darren closed his eyes and fainted.

The lamp came back on, the fire returned and she now stood over the board that was seconds ago covered in blood and was now clean, she said in a disgusted voice “goodbye Edison.” She went to pick up the board when the centre piece all by itself to the letters 'F-O-R-N-O-W'. She picked up the board and put it back in its box and whispered to herself “for now...” Darren was awake again.

He looked around for a second and then asked “What happened?” Kelley looked around the room quickly, everything seemed to be the way it was supposed to be. There was no frost on the window, the fire and lamp were both back to normal and the Ouija board looked clean, like nothing had ever happened, but it did.

“You don't remember?” she asked horrified.

“No, the last thing I remember was that spirit telling you that it had a hard on for you and you finding it funny.” Kelley wished that he hadn't worded it like that, not that it made it any less true. She helped him to his feet and explained to him what had just happened. It was hard for Kelley to explain it to him because she didn't really understand it herself. She wasn't expecting to talk to the spirit of Edison, or whoever he was, she had expected to talk to Jane, she was fairly convinced that the spirit wasn't lying about that. Kelley had seen the ghost of Jane Worthright in the forest earlier that day, but why had she? The bottom line was now that she was no closer to receiving an answer as to what was happening, if anything she was left with more questions. Darren took a minute to think about what Kelley had just told him before he said anything else.

“It's beyond me how that happened, to be honest with you, I have never used the thing before, well I have, but it never worked. Sometimes candles would flicker or lamps would go on and off, but I never got an answer from anything before.” Darren's face was still pale after he came to terms with what had just happened.

“So what do we do now?”

“Now we leave it alone and hope to hell that nothing happens.”

“How can you just brush it under the carpet like that and pretend that nothing happened?” Kelley's mood had quickly changed with that answer from scared to pissed off.

“Because as far as I can tell nothing has happened, no one has gotten hurt, no one has died, recently anyway. These ghosts or whatever are probably bored as hell where ever they are and were just looking to get a good scare out of us.”

“That is the stupidest amount of reasoning I have ever heard from anyone. You didn't see your face Darren, if that spirit just wanted to scare us then why can't you remember any of it? I would think that the point of scaring someone half to death would be for them to remember it.”

“This coming from the girl who thought it would be a good idea to fuck around with an Ouija board to find out if what she saw on a bad acid trip was a real dead person, well I think you got your answer Kelley. That was as real as real can get.”

“I think you should leave.” She was so angry with him right now that if he didn't agree to leave then she was going to kick his teeth out.

“I think that's a good idea.” Darren then picked up the box containing the Ouija board, threw his jacket over his shoulders, opened the front door and walked out to his van despite it was still pouring rain. Kelley then just looked over to the table, at the diary, where it lay, holding what may be the truth as to what is going on, but did she really want to know, or let it rest in peace? But as soon as she thought that, she already knew the answer, and it wasn't the one that she had hoped to hear. The answer being she may not have a choice, Edison's final words, for now, what did he mean by that? Kelley was now really hoping that she would never find out.

When Darren got to his van he flung open the door and tossed the Ouija board on the driver seat while he put his coat on, he didn't understand what had happened even less than Kelley did. “Bitch thinks that was funny,” he muttered to himself as he started to pull himself up into the van, then he looked down and saw the board. “Let's see her get her answers now,” he then picked up the board and with his strength snapped the board in half over his knee cap and threw the pieces of it on Kelley's lawn. He then climbed into the van, started the engine and started to drive away, but this didn't sit right with him. He was angry with Kelley right now, extremely angry with her, like wanting to kick down her door and strangle her angry, but he had no idea why. This rage had only started to fill him once he had awoken from being possessed. Darren stopped the van at the end of the driveway and thought to himself for a moment, then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found Jacob's number and had his thumb over the dial button. “Fuck it,” he said and he clicked the button and held the phone to his ear. It rang three times, and then someone picked up on the other end. “Jacob...” Darren said, “I know we haven't spoken in a long time, but I think Kelley really needs our help right now...” he noticed something strange, all he could hear was a light static.

Then the voice of a young woman came on the other end, she was about sixteen or seventeen, he recognized the voice, but it couldn't have been her, she's dead. Amanda. “Darren...” she said quietly. Darren didn't know what to say, he was speechless. “I know what you did” and he dropped the phone, the static was loud, but there was one final word spoken “Murderer.” A black and thick gel – like substance started to seep from the earpiece. Then the static stopped, the black gel was gone and the phone began to beep like it would if the other line was busy.

Darren picked up the phone and hung it up, “what the fuck is going on?” he whispered quietly to himself, feeling like he was going crazy. He then placed the phone on the seat next to him and continued driving. The only thing he was sure of at the moment was he didn't want to be at that house a second longer than he had to be, he was able to convince himself, if Kelley needed him, she would tell him.

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