Chapter 1

"Oh my gosh, this is getting so boring," Sarah groaned as she talked to her friends on the night of October 30th, the night before Halloween.

They were having a sleepover with each other, but ran out of things to do. First, they finished playing a game on the computer which crashed. Second of all, they finished eating lots and lots of candies. Third, they ran out of movies to watch. Fourth, they finished playing card games and board games. And then, last, they told each other ghost stories in the dark.

"Wait a minute," her other friend, Kandi, who was sitting next to her, shouted out. "I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"Don't tell me it's Truth or Dare," three other friends said.

"It's not Truth or Dare," she assured them with a sigh.

"What is it, then? Hurry and tell us." Chloe begged.

"Well, first of all," Kandi looked around the room with an evil grin plastered to her face. "Sarah, do you have an ouija board?"

Everybody gasped almost immediately as Sarah nodded in response.

"Yeah, but it's kind of old, and it's stuffed into the attic. Hadn't thought of it before." She explained.

"Go get it, then."

"But, I can't."

"Why not?"

"My parents will catch me if I do."

"Be quiet, then." Kandi told her. "It's easy as that. I'll take the blame even if you do get caught, okay?"

"Fine," Sarah said, sticking her tongue out. "Now, come with me, you guys. I don't want to be alone."

And so each of the five girls walked through the hallways as quietly as they possibly can so nobody got called. Then, Sarah opened the door to the attic which was only a few feet away.

Inside, there was a strong, disgusting odor, so each of the girls held their noses, trying not to pass out.

A minute later, Sarah started coughing as she brought out a board that was covered in dust.

"Here it is," she said with a sigh. "Shall we?"

"We shall," Kandi said, helping her bring the board down the ladder and back into her room.

Once inside, they closed the door quietly behind them and sat down in a circle with the lights turned off. The only thing that was on at the very moment was a candle.

"Now, call on something,"

Sarah took a deep breath and did what she was told to do. She asked a question.

"Is anyone there?"

The planchette that most of the girls had their hands on moved over to "yes" which freaked all of them out.

Kandi still remained with a smile on her face, waiting for the weird things that came next.

"What is your name?"

It spelled out, "A-l-a-i-n-a."

Everybody, once again, freaked out, even though they didn't know a girl by the name of that.

Before they could say anything else, the board spelled, "B-e-h-i-n-d." So, having the hint, everyone looked behind, and what they saw was very frightening.

Sarah was the first to see it. When she pushed the curtains away from their sight, she gasped. People started pushing around, crowding right around her sides. Right then and there was a little girl looking right next to them with a smile on her pale face.

They quickly screamed and put the board away as fast as they can.

The next morning, everyone went back home. So, putting on some music to soothe her nerves, Sarah played some soft music. That was when everything started happening again. First, she heard some sounds. Then, she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not being able to contain all of her curiosity, Sarah looked over at the board and opened it up.

There, the planchette started moving around as fast as it could that she couldn't see what it said.

Wanting really badly to get rid of it, Sarah ran over to a nearby trash can which was out in the kitchen, folded the board in half, and threw it in.

That night, she wasn't able to sleep. Instead, Sarah was looking out the window, expecting to see something. But nothing came. That was when she heard the same sound she heard earlier. When Sarah looked right to her side, there it was. The board.

Screaming as if she was begging for her life, Sarah ran down the stairs and over to a bathroom to wash her face. But, then, the lights started flickering, and next thing she knew, everything went black right in front of her eyes. And it all stayed black.


Two brothers by the name of Dean and Sam, Dean being the older, Sam being the younger, tore through the roads of California in their Impala, AC/DC's Back In Black playing. Of course, the older one was singing along and tapping on his steering wheel while Sam was trying his hardest to read the newspapers that laid on his lap. A couple of minutes later, Dean looked to his side.

"Hey, Sam," he said. "You got anything yet?"

Sam nodded, sighing. "An article about an ouija board."

"Oh... creepy," Dean laughed at what he said. "What is it about?"

"Five girls were at a sleepover," Sam started, shifting in his seat a little. "They used an ouija board for the 'fun' of it. Ended up dying a few hours later."

"Where did it take place at?"

"I'm guessing... San Jose."

"Not to far off,"

"Do you think we should stop by and see what's going on?"

"Sure, after I go to the gas station to fill up the car," Dean answered, looking disgusted. "It's almost out of gas."

Once they stopped by at a gas station, Dean noticed that he didn't receive the address. "Do you have an address, Sam?"

"Erm," Sam scanned the newspaper article for a specific location. "It only says the street."

"Well, we'll probably be able to look for it if you would just give me the street name,"

After filling up the car with some gas and getting some snacks, the two brothers set off searching for the house. It took them an hour to find the exact place where the sleepover took place in. And what they saw was not pretty.

Chapter 2

Stepping onto the porch of a creme-colored house, Dean gently knocked on the white, wooden door, waiting for a reply. A quick second later, someone swung it opened, greeting the boys with a smile.

"Hello," she said. "May I ask you what brings you boys here?"

"Um," Dean looked over at Sam who looked back at him and cleared his throat. "I was just walking around yesterday, and I heard something very interesting about someone here using an ouija board. Since Sam," he gestured over to his brother. "And I are newspaper reporters, we hope you don't mind if you tell us a few information."

"Come on in then," the lady said with a smile on her face. "My name's Lucee, what's your name?"

"I'm Dean," he said, stepping into the large house with a smile on his face.

"That's nice," Lucee still smiled. "I've always liked the name Dean."

The brothers laughed. "Why, thank you. So, tell me what really happened that night...."

"You mean, when my girl had a sleepover with her friends?"

"Yes, that's what we meant," Sam spoke out.

"Well," she sighed, sitting onto a light-red couch. "I wasn't exactly THERE in time to see what was going on, but one of my daugther's friend gathered all their courage and said that they used an ouija board to call on a spirit that night. She said that Sarah probably tried getting rid of it, but had no luck doing so."

"Do you believe in what happened?" Sam asked.

"No, not exactly."

"Then, where did the board come from?"

"It was a present given to Sarah on her tenth birthday," Lucee explained. "But, for some strange reason, my husband threw it into the attic, thinking that she would never use it."

"Is he here right now?"

"Well, right now, he's at work," she frowned. "But, if you want, you can always feel free to come back and talk to him."

"Ummm, yeah, sure." He nodded. "Thank you for all your time. I'm going to have to go now."

"Already?" Lucee asked.

"Yeah," Sam looked around, confused. "Why?"

"Oh, well, since you both said that you were writing an article on the newspaper, I expected for you to ask me more and more questions."

"Well, we're different," Dean said quickly along with a wink.

Lucee laughed a little, and then lead the boys over to the door. "Okay, then. I'll see you both later on in the day?"

"What time?"

"Around five in the evening would be fine. You can be here later than that, too. Just not at midnight or something."

Walking out, the boys both piled into the car, and just sat there, ready to discuss about the board.

"Okay," Dean said, sighing as he dangled his keys on his fingers. "So now, we have to wait for Lucee's husband to come home so we'll probably get to know where the board came from."

The younger looked over to his brother, and raised his eyebrow. "Isn't Lucee supposed to be able to answer the same question, too?"

"I don't think that she even got to see what the board looks like and where it came from," Dean said. "But... if she did, then... I haven't thought about asking her."

"Whatever."

After a short moment of silence, Sam started talking again. "So," he asked. "Since we have to wait until five, what can we do to pass the time away?"

"Well, since I'm hungry, and," he looked down the street. "Since I saw a diner near this street, why don't we stop by and give it a try?"

"Maybe,"

So, starting the car, Sam and Dean both drove away to take care of their business.

Chapter 3

In the diner, many people were crowding around, waiting for a spot that they could take. When it came to Dean and Sam's turn to wait, they were led to a table by the window, which was also right next to the bathroom. They were also given menues to look for what food and beverages they wanted.

When it was time to take their orders, a young lady at what seemed to be the age of twenty with blonde curls and a light, red dress came over. To Dean, she looked very cute and maybe just a bit hot. And, everytime she looked at him with a smile and crystal-clear, blue eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

"Hello," she smiled. "My name's Karen, and I'm going to be your waitress today. What may I get you two to drink?"

"I, uh, I would like a beer, please." Dean said, watching her scribble onto a pad.

Then, Karen looked over to Sam. "What about you?"

Sam immediately answered, "Make that two beers."

She scribbled on the pad once more, and then said, "Okay, I'll be back with the drinks, and then you can place your orders. Alright?"

Each of the boys gave her a quick smile, and then watched her walk away, winking at Dean, who, of course, was left speechless.

"Wow," he said after a quick moment later. "Did you see that?"

"That was just so wrong," Sam rolled his eyes.

"What?" Dean asked, pulling his hands apart as if to ask why Sam was looking at him weirdly. "What did I do?"

"She looks seven years younger than you, Dean." He told him disgustedly.

"Well, that doesn't mean that I can still stare at her and swoon or anything," he protested. "Now, does it?"

"Erm, don't talk about her right in front of me, then. It's getting very nasty."

Dean shrugged and pulled apart the menu right next to him to look for some food that he would like. Soon enough, Karen came back with the bottles, and smiled, pulling the pad and pen from under her shoulders.

"Are you ready to place your orders?"

"Yeah," both boys said in unison.

She smiled and looked over to Dean again. "What would you like?"

Sam rolled his eyes, hoping that he wasn't caught by Karen, and buried his head deep into the menu, trying hard not to see Dean's expression.

Once after it was his turn to order his food, Karen walked away once again.

"Geez," Sam said, looking over to the bathroom. "I think I'm going to puke."

"Go then." Dean said. "I'll be here so I can be able to talk with the hot chick, and you'll get to miss it all."

"I think I'll take the bathroom instead of staying here,"

Laughing, he looked over to his younger brother walk into the bathroom by himself and then waited for their waitress to walk back to the table.

Sam, on the other hand, was running into one of the stalls, and closed the door behind him. He then looked around and gave a huge sigh. That was when he noticed a strange fragrance, and soon after, he noticed that it smelled like a lady's restroom instead of a male.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, hoping he wasn't seen.

It was going to take a very long time until Lucee's husband was going to be back from work. And, it was going to take an even longer time to go through the day with his older brother by his side, teasing and annoying him....

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this sounds cool. very interesting i cant wait to see what happens!!!

ha ha 7 years younger than dean. aww sam dont say that, then there can still be a chance for us :D

hehe i like. Update soon

Hayles

Awww, lol, thank you so much for the comment, Banjie! I'll try to update as soon as possible.

P.S. Shame on Sam!

Chapter 4

Once Sam came out of the bathroom, Dean was already licking his fingers and starting to eat.

"Where've you been?" Dean asked, not looking up from his meal of chicken wings and barbeque ribs. "I've been waiting for you."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I was in the bathroom, obviously." He said, sitting down on a seperate seat right across from Dean. "And, I might've decided to stay longer than you thought I would stay."

"Mmm hmmm,"

Once everyone finished their meal, each of the boys got up, paid for the food, and went back to the Impala to go check into a motel room just in case they needed one. Especially since there is one really close to them.

Inside their large room was a shining disco ball hanging down from the ceiling. The walls were also painted in foil-like silver to match the decoration. So, once the boys got used to the funky place a bit, they threw their bags onto the floor against the wall and jumped onto their bed with nothing on their minds. Soon enough, they each fell asleep.

A couple hours later, Sam woke up and looked behind him. It was exactly 4:55 in the evening, five minutes until five. So, throwing his covers off, he pulled his jeans on and went into the bathroom to wash his face. Seconds later, Dean got up as well and did the same things.

"What time is it?" He asked, groggily.

Sam looked at his brother through the mirror and said, "Almost five in the evening."

Dean nodded, then waited for Sam to get out of the bathroom to do his business.

A few moments later, Sam and Dean ended up back in Lucee's house again for the day, meeting up with another man a year older than her age.

"Hello," Lucee smiled at them from the doorway. "You must be Dean and Sam again, am I correct?"

They each nodded. "Yes,"

"Well, come in. My husband's in the kitchen right now, but he'll be out pretty soon to talk to you guys." She said, leading them inside and closing the door behind her. "Since we were making a cup of coffee, would you two like some?"

"No, thanks." Sam shook his head. "I'm good."

"Yes," Dean, unlike his brother, nodded with a smile on his face, then yawned. "I'm kind of tired, so a small cup of coffee would do just the thing for me."

"Okay, then. Hold on just a second."

As Lucee walked into the kitchen, mumbling something over to her husband, she came back out with a small cup of coffee like Dean had asked for.

"There you go," she said, handing it to him.

"Thanks,"

Soon came another man.

"Hello," he said with a polite smile. "You must be newspaper reporters or something of that sort, am I right?"

Dean nodded, looking over to Sam. "Yes," he said. "Well, actually, we just started writing a year ago."

"I see, so, is it going okay?"

"Yes, thank you." Sam took the spot. "So, may we please ask you guys a couple of questions about that night before Halloween?"

"You mean, during my daughter's sleepover?" He asked.

"Yes,"

"Well, I wasn't exactly there during the night, and so wasn't my wife, Lucee...."

"Then, can you tell us about the ouija board that was hidden in the attic?" Dean asked, looking over to Lucee.

"Sure, what do you want to know about it?" As the man had said it, he looked a bit suspicious, but continued on talking like nothing was wrong. "Like, do you want to know about how we received it or who's it from...."

"Yeah, we were just wondering about that earlier in the day. Do you know where or who it was from?"

"It was given to my daughter Sarah for her birthday a couple of years ago by, umm, a girl named Alisha, who I suppose was a friend of hers who couldn't make the party. And, when the party started, Sarah opened hers up first and found an ouija board inside a plastic bag belonging to a shop near us. So, I quickly grabbed it, put it into the attic so she probably wouldn't be able to use it anymore."

Sam looked at the man patiently. "What store was it, may I ask? And, if it's okay with you, can you also give us an address?"

"Sure,"

Dean pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen out from his pocket so nobody needed to look for anything. "Here you go," he said, stretching all the way over to man.

Once he finished scribbling a quick address and name down, he gave it back to Sam and Dean. "You know what?" He sighed, folding his arms across his chest, closing his eyes.

"What?" The brothers both asked in unison.

"To be honest with you, me and Lucee never even believed in this kind of stuff, but just in case, we hid the board somewhere in the attic."

Sam slowly nodded. "I see," he said. "So, now you believe in the ouija board?"

"I believe in all kinds of stuff now, to be exact." The man told him, opening up his eyes again.

Dean nodded as he stood up to brush his pants. "Anyways, Sam and I are going to have to go now. We have some business to take care of. Do you guys mind if we could stop by again some other day this week?"

"Sure," he said, smiling. "I don't mind being asked a lot of questions. I enjoy the company, actually."

Tucking the piece of paper into his sweatshirt pocket, Sam followed Dean into the car once more and drove all the way over to the store that they were each told about.

"Do you think there are more ouija boards out there?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, maybe." He shrugged. "I'm not sure, exactly."

"Well, shouldn't we look everywhere?"

"We don't have enough time to continue this job forever and ever, you know. We can come back, though...."

"Sure," Sam said, playing with his fingers, then sighed and changed the subject a little bit. "So, how are we ever going to find a way to get rid of all these boards?"

"We'll try to buy all of the boards and find a way to get rid of them."

"But, won't the-"

Dean knew what Sam was saying. "If that ever happens, then... I don't know. We'll find a way to stop them from returning into the stores."

But, under his breath, Dean admitted that he had no clue as to how that would ever happen.

Just so you know, I got the tip of getting rid of an ouija board at:

"http://www.graveaddiction.com/ouijatips.html"

If you want to know the exact spot as to where I found it, feel free to ask me.


Chapter 5

Parking into a spot under a shady tree, Dean and Sam piled out and ran into the store's double doors before they automatically close in front of them.

"Okay," Sam said, stopping the two from walking any much further. "Dean, you go over that way," he pointed to the far corner to the right. "And I go this way," he pointed to the left.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"To search for the ouija boards, of course!"

"What if one of us finds them, and-"

"We call each other. Now, hurry." Sam rushed over to his side that he had assigned himself and Dean slowly did the same.

Fifteen minutes later, after searching for the boards that they were looking for all around the store, Sam received a phone call from his brother.

"Hello, Dean?" He picked it up. "Did you find anything yet?"

"Yeah," Dean answered, breathlessly. "It's over in the toys section."

"Where?"

"Just go look for it if you want to see where it is, Sam." He said. "There are two of them left, just in case you were wondering, by the way."

"Do you think there are more around the store?"

"I don't know, but I'm about to check. I'll meet you outside in the parking lot."

"What are you going to do?" Sam questioned, curiously.

"I'm going to buy all the boards that I can find," Dean explained. "Look, I'm going to have to go right now before I'm completely exhausted, okay?"

"Okay, fine. I'll meet you outside like you told me to, then."


As Dean picked up each of the boards in his hands, he walked out of the toy section, making sure that it had nothing else he was looking for. Then, he kept on walking and found another board on a nearby corner. After that, there was nothing to be found, for these items seemed a bit popular in the store at the moment.

When he tried paying for them, the cashier looked up with a suspicious look. "Why do you have three of these?" She asked. "I never seen anyone buy a lot of these before."

"Oh," Dean said, trying hard to smile while wondering, at the same time, why anyone would even dare ask him a question like that so grumpily. "I was just thinking about buying them for me and my other two friends over here. Hope you don't mind."

Ignoring him, the woman snatched the boards and scanned them. "That would 45 dollars."

Dean handed her a fifty five dollar bill, took the change, and ran outside to meet up with his brother who was already standing there with another bag in his hand.

"What did you buy this time, Sam?"

"I found another Ouija board,"

"Where?"

"Just in the foods section. Did you even look over there, Dean?"

"No," Dean admitted, shaking his head. "Well, maybe. But, I guess I was too exhausted to look all over the place in three hours or so."

"I see," Sam nodded, walking into the car. "So, anyways, how are we ever going to get rid of these?"

"Hey," he started teasing his younger brother, nudging him on the elbow. "You can work a way out of this, huh, psychic, college geek boy?"

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, but you're going to have to help me, too."

As they got back to their room, they found out it was nine already. So, putting the boards down, they took their showers, and came back in, Sam with a laptop tucked under his shoulders.

"Okay," he said, putting it down onto his laps and flipping it all the way open once the boys were all finished. "Can you get the boards for me, please?"

"Sure," Dean said, and walked all the way over to the plastic bags which were by his bed side. "Here you go." He handed them over to Sam.

"Thanks," Sam said, keeping his eyes glued onto the internet. "Okay, I think I found a website."

"What is it?" He asked, looking over his brother's shoulder. "Ouija Board Tips? Grave Addiction?"

"Yes,"

"I thought that they were only for ouija board users," Dean said.

"Well, it also teaches you how to get rid of them, too, you know. Besides, I'm going to use the last board."

Dean gaped at his brother. "Why?"

"To contact Jess, Mary, John... you know."

"You're not serious, are you? Besides, what if we actually CAN'T find a way to get rid of them and end up being haunted for the rest of our lives? You know how dangerous that is?"

"Well, if that ever happens to us," Sam said, taking in a deep breath. "Then we can hunt the spirits down. We've been through this before many times, Dean. How would it all be more difficult than the other hunts we've each been through?"

"You have a point there,"

"Yep," Sam said, scrolling down the page on his laptop, and then turning it all the way to Dean so he would also be able to see it. "Here you go."

"Where?"

Sam moved the cursor over to one of the words. "Over here," he said, pointing to a tip.

Dean slowly read it.

"To get rid of an ouija board, break it into seven pieces and sprinkle with holy water...then bury it!"

"Do we still have some holy water?" Dean asked, holding his hand out as if to demand for some. "I think I may need some right now."

"Yeah, hold on. It's in here somewhere." Sam said, walking over to his side of the room and digging into his bag.

A couple of minutes later, he pulled out a tin. "There it is,"

"Can I have it?"

"Here," Sam said, throwing it over to his brother. "I'm taking this board, though." He said, snatching a random one and putting it on his lap.

"Okay, well, if you're going to use that one, then you're going to have to use it with me, okay?"

"Fine, I won't use it alone. Now, hurry."

Chapter 6

Quickly, Dean pulled out the first board that he had bought, and sprinkled the holy water onto it. Then, capping the tin and putting it by his side, he broke the board into seven pieces.

"Hey, Sam?" He asked. "Do you have a shovel that I could use? I need to go outside and find a place to burry it."

"I'll come with you," Sam said. "It's in the car, remember?"

"Ahhh, I forget a lot of things." Dean said as they walked through the door to get to the trunk.

They found the shovel that they were both looking for and burried the first board. Then, they did the same to three of the rest.

"Do you think that this is going to work, Sam?" He asked, looking over to his younger brother. "Do you think that we actually got rid of the ouija board and that nobody would ever use these again?"

"Well, they're still going to be using and making boards like this, but they're not going to use the ones that you just burried."

"Duh," Dean said. "That's what I was talking about. So," he looked back into their room. "I think we should go in now, it's getting too late at the moment."

"Oh yeah, and I still want to talk to, you know..."

"Save it for later," Dean demanded, yawning. "I'm too tired to talk."

"Me too," Sam agreed, looking over the clock and checking his watch. "It's almost midnight by now and I still have to do something."

"Do what?"

"I'm just going to go check something on the internet,"

"Don't you think it's too late now?"

"Mind your own business, Dean."

"Well, I'm going to stay up until you get off."

Sam sighed, looking at his brother with what seemed to be a bored expression. "Dean, do you think that I'm going to use the ouija board during the night time without you?"

"Yeah, maybe." Dean said. "What? Are you?"

"Of course not, I'm going to use it with you tomorrow. Even if I'm really impatient, I'll wait with you."

"That still doesn't prove anything to me," he kept a close eye on Sam. "I'm still going to keep an eye on you whether you want me to or not, end of story."

With that, he cleared his throat, folded hi sarm, and waited for Sam to shut his laptop down when it was time.

The lights were then turned off, and everyone went to sleep for the night.

Dean was quietly snoring peacefully, but Sam, on the other hand, was turning around in his bed, trying hard to sleep. Instead, he couldn't. He wanted really badly to use the board. And now.

So, not being able to stand it at all, Sam stood up, quietly flicked on the lights, and was about to go get some candles when he heard someone stirring in their bed. Sam quickly scanned the room just to see that Dean was staring impatiently at him, raising his eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Uh, nothing. I mean, I always wake up during the night time."

"Well, I heard that you were tossing around in your bed all night, and you never even turned on the lights while I sleep." He still raised his eyebrow. "Sounds suspicious enough to me, don't you think?"

"Fine," Sam said, yawning. "I just want to use the board. Now."

"Calm down, dude." He said. "It's not like we're never going to be able to use it again. And, it's not like you're going to wake up to see me outside, burrying the last board that we have right now."

"You promise?"

"I swear that I'm never going to get rid of it until given permission," Dean promised, nodding. "Now, go to sleep, Sam. I'm too exhausted to talk to you." He turned off the lights again, and they each went back to sleep.

This time, Sam didn't wake up until Dean was awake again.