Spooped

**This story features characters based on actual people. I suppose you can call it a fanfiction, but that makes things weird. Spoop Hour is a comedy paranormal podcast hosted by Courtney and Sasha. This story is based on a thing they have planned to do in an upcoming episode. Let’s hope it doesn’t end up like this story**

**If you are Courtney or Sasha I recommend NOT reading this before your trip.**


Courtney picked the game board off of the shelf and sneered at it.

“They sell this shit to kids?” she said incredulously. Sasha rolled her eyes and scoffed. The two stood still for a moment, paused in these poses contemplating their purchase until Courtney said

“At least we’re not going to invite something into our apartment. Anything else you need before we leave?” Sasha shook her head and the girls headed to the checkout line.

The girls packed their purchases from the mall in the trunk of Sasha’s car. They sat down, buckled up and headed towards their destination.

“What do you think is going to happen once we start?” Courtney asked.

“I have no idea,” Sasha replied. “I’m just glad all of the residual stuff won’t follow us home in case something does.”

“I mean, there’s no guarantee, but I hope you’re right,” said Courtney, and cranked up the radio.

For three hours, the girls were suspended in ignorance thanks to the radio blasting through the open windows. They twisted through rural back roads and trees so tall the sunlight had a strobe effect as they drove through them. They weren’t only traveling to a secluded area to test the bounds of their new Ouija board; they were going to take a much-needed break. You see, Sasha and Courtney are podcast hosts. They both have stressful day jobs as well. To keep up with their creative endeavors as well as the typical 9 to 5 was stressful.

This was the vacation they had been planning for months and it was finally happening. In an effort to bring their listeners the comedic paranormal material they were known for, they were on a mission to have the experience of an Ouija board at least once. They had already visited a psychic, had their tarot cards read, and tested out crystal and reiki healing. This was just one more thing to check off of their mystic bucket list.

“My mom should already be here,” said Courtney as she turned onto a cobblestone driveway. The cottage they had rented was small but large enough to be considered comfortable. Inside there were two bedrooms, a full bathroom, and a large seating area complete with a small kitchen and dining table. It was quaint and quiet; perfect for relaxing.

Courtney’s mother had arrived a few minutes before them, but had already set out snacks and cloaked the guest beds with extra blankets. The three greeted each other and Courtney and Sasha carried their luggage into each room. Courtney set up her side of the room she was sharing with her mother while Sasha spread out in her own space.

“Hey Sasha, have you seen the game?” Courtney shouted across the small hallways between their rooms.

“No, I thought you had it” Sasha called back.

“Maybe we left it in the car, I’ll go check.” Courtney stepped out of the guest room and stopped short, taking in an involuntary gasp of air. Sitting in the center of the dining room table was the board. It was unboxed and the planchette was sitting in the center. She raced into Sasha’s room to tell her, but when she brought her to the table, it was gone.

“I swear I saw it. It was sitting right there! Opened and everything, this is so fucked up.”

“Sure, nice try Courtney” Sasha smirked, grabbed a cake pop from the table, and went back to her room to finish unpacking.

**

The first two days of the trip included hiking trails that were too steep to be any fun and sitting out under the stars chatting about how crazy life can get. Then the third night approached and the two girls became uncomfortable and nervous. They knew it was their last night and could no longer prolong their activity.

“Are you sure we can’t just tell our listeners that we did this and make something up? I mean, podcasting isn’t a visual media, they won’t be able to see it in our faces.” Courtney said.

“Courtney, you’re just scared because of what you think you saw. We’re going to do this and we’re going to do it right. What’s the worst that can happen?” Sasha assured her friend, hiding the quiver in her voice.

“Alright fine, I’ll get the candles” Courtney seceded.

**

Sasha and Courtney waited for Courtney’s mom to go to bed. She kissed them both on the forehead and said with a smile “be careful girls, I don’t want shadows following us home” before closing the door to her bedroom.

Tea light candles littered the seating area, a soft glow illuminating the board and the frightened faces of the two girls. Sasha lit some sage and cleansed the area before they began. They cleared their minds and touched their two index fingers to the planchette.

“Okay, according to the instructions, we’re supposed to pick one person to ask all of the questions,” Courtney said. She looked hopefully at Sasha who rolled her eyes in return but agreed.

The two took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on anything but what this board could unleash.

“Um, hello?” Sasha started. Immediately the planchette slid over to the word “hello”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Courtney, nearly jumping out of her skin.

“Don’t move your fingers!” Sasha shouted.

“Sasha, that’s not a good sign. We should end this now before it gets too serious.”

“No way, we came all this way and bought this dumb board for a reason. We can’t chicken out now.”

Courtney composed herself. “You’d better not be punking me. I swear to god, Sasha. Are you moving that thing?”

“No! I wouldn’t do that.” Sasha said. Taking a deep breath, She continued “what is your name?” The planchette swiftly spelled out “George.”

“Hi, George,” said Sasha and giggled a bit. She looked up at Courtney “what do I ask it next?”

“Ask him how he died. That’s a classic” Courtney mused.

“How did you die, George?”

The planchette didn’t move for a few moments, then slowly crawled itself along the board to spell out “murder.” The girls looked at each other, with wide eyes. They were scared and sympathetic simultaneously.

“That’s so sad,” said Courtney “I’m sorry George.” Without prompt, the planchette slid over to the word “no.” At this moment, every candle in the sitting area went out and the girls were thrust into pitch black. A whimper escaped Courtney’s lips, but neither of them moved.

“We can’t move our fingers, it’ll break the connection,” said Sasha.

“I can’t, Sasha, I have to get my phone or something,” said Courtney with an air of panic. “It’s completely dark, I can’t even see you.” Sasha felt one of Courtney’ fingers leave the planchette. Courtney frantically dug through her pocket. She hurriedly searched for the flashlight app, put it on the floor facing the ceiling, and replaced her finger on the planchette.

“I don’t think he noticed, that was really quick,” she said. Just then, a gurgling moan came from the bedroom Courtney and her mother were sharing.

“Okay, okay, uh…how do we stop it?” Sasha asked holding back tears.

“The instructions say you have to say goodbye, move the planchette over to the ‘goodbye’ space on the board and wait for the spirit to do the same.”

“Okay, George, it was really nice meeting you, goodbye.” The girls moved the planchette over to the correct spot on the board, but even with their combined efforts, they couldn’t push it over the word.

“Seriously George, we don’t mean you any harm” Courtney nearly shouted, “we just wanted to say hi.”

The planchette began moving in a figure eight in the center of the board.

“What does that mean?” asked Sasha.

“It….oh god” Courtney started, staring at the instruction booklet. “It means the spirit has left the board.”

“Wh- what do we do!?” Sasha shouted, tears falling from her eyes.

“We’re going to break the connection,” said Courtney. “It won’t let us say goodbye so there’s no hope for that. We’ll let go on three and you grab the sage. Then we’ll, I don’t know, pray or something.”

Unsure, Sasha replied, “Uh, okay.”

Courtney counted “One….two….three” and, with one motion the two let the planchette go and jumped back from the board. The planchette was still revolving around the board in a figure eight pattern. Sasha grabbed the sage and waved the smoke around the board, herself, and Courtney.

Courtney picked up the board and set it in the kitchen sink, she turned on the hose and rubbed off the paper covering the cardboard game. She snapped it in half and sent the planchette down the garbage disposal.

As she was rinsing off her hands, a scream emitted from the room where Courtney’s mother was sleeping.

“Oh my god, my mom!” Courtney shouted.

Courtney grabbed her phone and the two raced over to the door. They burst through it to find Courtney’s mother hovering a few inches above the bed, making a growling noise and shaking violently.

“Wait, I know what to do,” said Sasha, rushing into her room, rifling through a drawer and returning.

“Here, you read this and I’ll cleanse her with sage,” she said, handing a never-opened hotel Bible to Courtney.

“Read what? I don’t know what’s in here.”

“Just pick something!” Sasha shouted, moving to the left of Courtney’s mother.

“Okay, uh…” Courtney opened the book to a random page and began reading with the light from her phone.

“These are the names of David’s mighty warriors: Josheb-Basshebeth, Tahke- tahke- ugh!” Frustrated with the large words, Courtney said: “I don’t think this is working.” The moaning grew louder and Courtney’s mother was raised higher off the bed.

“Keep going!” Sasha shouted, frantically waving the small stub of sage she had left.

“Next to him was Eleazar son of Dodai the Ahohite.” Courtney continued. “As one of the three mighty warriors, he was with David when they taunted the Philistines gathered at Pas Dammim for battle.” She struggled to read some more words but persisted nonetheless. Her mother rose up and down as she continued.

”Then the Israelites retreated, but Eleazar stood his ground and struck down the Philistines till his hand grew tired and froze to the sword.” Courtney’s mother screamed and yelled in what sounded like a man’s voice.

“The Lord brought about a great victory that day. The troops returned to Eleazar, but only to strip the dead.” With the last line, Courtney’s mother writhed and jolted, shaking the bed. For good measure Sasha shouted “The power of Christ compels you!” and the writhing stopped.

“I can’t believe that worked,” said Sasha.

“Me either” Courtney agreed.

They looked down at Courtney’s mom expectantly, the last bit of sage burning out in the palm of Sasha’s hand.

“I’m so warm, are you girls alright?” asked Courtney’s mother, sitting up and using a sleeve to wipe away the sweat from her brow.

“Yeah mom, we’re alright,” Courtney said, tears of joy falling from her eyes, and hugged her mother closely.

**

The next day, the three ladies got ready to pack up their luggage and leave this stressful weekend behind them. As Sasha was taking the first bag to the car, she saw the Ouija board, in-tact, planchette in the center, sitting on the dining room table. A tingle of fear shot through her spine, but she ignored the board and walked quickly to the car.


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