Plagued by night terrors so bad that he is feeling more and more exhausted every day, Park Jimin seeks help from a psychiatrist and a doctor of the supernatural sciences.
However, nothing is working, and the dreams are getting worse every single nig...
Once Jungkook and Yoongi had managed to get Jimin to the garden, Hoseok sat on the floor, surrounded by various objects that he had pulled from his car.
He had the bag that had been removed from the floor in his hand, and he turned to Yoongi, "Gag him," He said, "We don't want him to start yelling and getting the attention of everyone in the neighbourhood,"
Yoongi immediately ran inside and came out with a sock and a tie that he had grabbed from the nearest room.
Jimin began to cackle loudly, his voice distorted and dark, "You'll never rid of me! Even with your pathetic attempts-" Yoongi stuffed the sock in his mouth, and before he could push it out with his tongue, wrapped the tie around his head, securing it over his mouth to hold it in place.
Jimin began to shriek angrily, thrashing about on the chair and pulling at the ropes binding him. The sound came out muffled, and Jungkook placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to hold him still while tears pooled in his eyes.
"Get on with it," Namjoon snapped, "The sun's rising!"
Pulling on a pair of cotton gloves, Hoseok reached into the bag. Carefully, he pulled out the contents.
Jungkook gasped. It was probably one of the most beautiful pieces of wood he had ever seen; a dark wood that was almost deep red in colour, shining and smooth beyond anything normal. Hoseok gently placed it on the ground, and when the front of it was shown, there were beautifully carved and painted black letters along the top, with a short word in each corner, and goodbye written on the bottom below a set of numbers. He then pulled out a matching wooden triangle with some sort of hole in the middle, and Jungkook had the almost overwhelming urge to reach out and just touch it. It looked so smooth, so beautiful.
"Shit," Yoongi muttered. Jimin had stopped struggling and was staring up at Jungkook. His cheekbones were raised and it was obvious that he was smiling.
"Jungkook!" He snapped loudly. Jungkook jumped and turned to face Yoongi, "Don't look at it," He warned, "It wants you to look at it. Don't,"
"Right," Jungkook said quietly, looking down at the floor. Jimin began to struggle again, the angry cries and shrieks coming out as muffled moans from behind his gag.
"Namjoon," Hoseok looked up at the man standing opposite him, "I need you to dig seven holes," He pointed, "There, there, there," He moved his arm again, "There, and there. Then there, and one directly in front of me. It's important, do it quickly,"
Namjoon quickly got to work digging the seven holes. He made them as deep as he could as Hoseok stood the wooden board up and lifted the saw.
As soon as the serrated blade touched the wood, Jimin's cries grew louder, and his thrashing more insistent. If Jungkook and Yoongi weren't holding him to the chair, it would have fallen, possibly breaking from the strength of his struggles.
The sounds of the blade running across the board send shivers down Jungkook's spine, as if the cutting was causing physical pain, but his attention flipped back to Jimin when the chair began to slowly lift from the ground.
"Hold him down!" Yoongi cried, trying to keep him anchored to the floor. Namjoon ran to join them, throwing his weight over Jimin's lap and Jungkook was starting to use all of his strength just to keep hold of Jimin's shoulders.
"We don't have much time!" Yoongi yelled at Hoseok, "Hurry up!"
Hoseok didn't answer. He just moved his arm faster, trying to cut through the wood quicker.
***
Jimin writhed around in pain. He was trapped in the dark in front of the windows that were his bodies eyes, and all he could do was scream in agony and thrash about, trying to stop the pain.
Red hot knives dragged across his skin, cutting into him right to the bone, but he couldn't get up, and he couldn't run away. He screamed and sobbed, rolling and kicking out, his hands grasping at various areas on his body as the pain seared through him; his legs, his abdomen, his arms, his neck.
He could feel the hot blood seeping between his fingers, but there was no cut, and his hands were not wet. He was dying, but he couldn't stem the flow of blood, as there was no opening it was coming from.
All he could do was scream for help, but nobody could hear him, and nobody would come.
He was trapped inside the confines of his own body, with no control. Trapped in the darkness, unable to be heard or seen.
Alone.
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AN: In case you aren't sure, the item is a Ouija Board. The wood itself looks like this, but the markings on it are different
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PSA: DO NOT FUCK WITH OUIJA BOARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I DO NOT RECOMMEND MESSING WITH SHIT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DON'T TOUCH THEM AND DON'T BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS SOMEONE MESSING WITH ONE! YOU DO NOT WANT TO GET INVOLVED. Even if you don't believe in them, why chance it? Seriously, don't do stupid things with Ouija boards or paranormal games. Leave those to the idiots online, kay? Good.
