after the whole ouija board scene, i had trouble going to sleep.
once i finally did, i had a strange and chilling dream of a handsome boy, about seventeen, with dark hair and lively brown eyes.
he wore a yellow raincoat, and black skinny jeans. it was, of course, raining outside, and he was sitting on the edge of a harbor, swinging his legs.
suddenly, he stood up right in a puddle. the boy slipped and fell into the ocean.
he bobbed under and didn't come up.
after i realized it was a dream and not real, a see-through replica of the boy came up and seemed to be looking directly at me(wherever I was).
"i'm jack," he said with a soft smile. i was suddenly smacked with the realization that jack, the ghost we had communicated with during last nights events, was dead because he slipped off the edge of a pier and into the cold, dark demeanor of the sea.
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ouija; j.g
Fanfiction“it's only a game. isn't it?” [ lowercase intended ] [ this SHORT story includes death, bad jokes, a chill ghost, and a sad girl ]
