Tricks and Treats

09 | Beyond the Grave

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Author's Note:
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I worked so hard to get this chapter done quickly. Thankfully, I got a spark of inspiration on Halloween, right? Haha!

~Enjoy~

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•E/C: Eye Color
•Y/N: Your Name

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Your POV:
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My hand shoots to my mouth, covering a gasp as my E/C eyes widen like saucers, burning with tears of joy. Once the planchette stops moving, I dare to set my hand back on it.

   "Jack, is that you?" I hoped I was right. Last thing I need is a trickster spirit on my hands... Wait, that is who I'm trying to call. My heart raced when the piece began to move again after a few moments of nothing, struggling to reach the word, 'YES'. I nearly hopped up and danced, I was so excited that it actually works! I look over to Whiskers, who stares at the board intently, looking excited himself.

   "It's him." I release a short laugh in relief and look back at the board. "You have no idea how happy I am right now! I can actually talk to you outside of Halloween!"

S M A R T G I R L

   "This is amazing! Oh, do you think this will work in other places too, like at my house, or will that be too far?"

T R Y

   "All right, then. I'll head there now. Hold on. I'll be right back, I promise."

O K

I give a curt nod to the board as the planchette skims across 'GOODBYE' before putting it back in its box. Afterwards, I ran straight home with a skip in my step, smiling so wide I thought my face would break. Whiskers chased after me, lagging behind somewhat but never losing sight of me, even though I was going fast. When I bursted through the door, I didn't realize dad was crossing the hall, accidentally scaring the snot out of him

   "Christ, Y/N! You almost gave me a heart-attack! What's the big rush, huh?" He asks, seemingly out of breath while holding a hand over his heart, which was likely beating out of his chest. Luckily, he didn't spill any of his coffee onto himself.

   "Oh, sorry. It's nothing really. It's just... Really cold outside, so I kinda rushed." I give a forced, toothy smile, hiding the ouija box behind my back, which my father raises a brow at, but thankfully, he does not question me.

   "Whatever you say." Continuing his journey to the kitchen, dad leaves me to my mischief, so I head straight to my room without further delay. I set up on the floor, sitting on my knees, while Whiskers makes himself comfortable on the bed. Again, I think of the spirit I'm trying to reach.

   "Jack, can you hear me?" Five minutes pass but I still eagerly await the tug of the planchette. I grinned as it reached towards 'YES'. "This is so great! We can talk all the time now!"

"Y/N, who are you talking to?" I nearly jumped after hearing mom outside of my door and plead to every power that she wouldn't come in to see me messing around with this thing.

   "It's just a call, mom!" There's a small pause, and I almost thought she might not have heard me until she spoke again.

   "Alright." I remain silent, listening to her footsteps fading into the other room before sighing in relief. I tear my eyes away from the door and gaze down at the spirit board with a light smile.

   "Sorry about that. Mom was getting nosy," I apologize in a quieter voice. "I didn't get to say goodbye last night. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I promise next time I'll stay up the whole while. So, what are you up to today? Anything interesting?" My imagination ran wild thinking about all the cool things he's probably doing to keep himself occupied. It almost makes me depressed again, knowing I couldn't be a part of the fun, but at least I don't have to be without him anymore. The planchette moves at its regular, slow pace after a few minutes. I'm guessing there's just a delay in command. That'd explain the long response time. That's fine. I can be patient.

P A R T Y

   "By yourself?" Are there others in his world? I hope so. If he were alone, I'd feel terrible. A guy with his energetic personality would normally be surrounded by friends and goofing off. It isn't as fun when you're on your own. Maybe that's another reason why we feel so close to each other? Have we both been feeling lonely?

W I T H G H O S T S

I giggle softly, though, I can't help but be jealous of the spirits. "You're probably having a lot of fun, then, huh?" A look of confusion fills my features when the planchette moves to the word 'NO' at the top of the board. I tilt my head slightly. This came as a surprise to me, of course. As Jack once said, everything should be made fun. I figured that'd be his moral code or something, so why would he feel this way about a party? "How come? I thought you love parties?"

U R N O T H E R E

   I can feel a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as my cheeks heat up. The sly bastard caught me off guard again. I shake my head at the board, even though I doubt he can see it. "Come on, it can't be that bad," I comfort, knowing he's just exaggerating, like always.

I M I S S U P U M P K I N

   "I thought you're supposed to be pumpkin?" I tease.

S W I T C H

I chuckle softly at the quicker response. Now that we're getting in the flow of using this thing, conversing is getting a lot easier. "Okay, Sweetie." I make sure to put emphasis on the nickname to be more playful with it. I could practically see his smile now.

   "Y/N, breakfast is ready," dad interrupts, much to my dismay. I guess I am getting pretty hungry, though.

   "I have to go now, but let's talk again soon, alright?" The planchette traces the word 'GOODBYE', and so I put everything away.

   "I'm coming, dad!" I call out as I slip the board beneath my bed for safe keeping. "You hungry, Whiskers?" The cat meows and gets up, allowing me to lift him into my arms, which I struggled with.

   "Jeez, you're getting way too big, Whiskers. How big do Maine coons get again?"

Whiskers groans, making me laugh as I make my way down to breakfast, unable to keep the smile off my face, knowing I can finally spend time with Jack year-round.