Speaker 1: Charles Morgan had the unfortunate luck to die at the
Speaker 1: age of seventeen in nineteen thirty eight. His mother thought
Speaker 1: he had a stroke, his father thought his appendix had burst,
Speaker 1: but only Charles Charlie to his friends, knew that it
Speaker 1: had been a brain aneurysm. The man in the dark
Speaker 1: cloak with a pale face had told him as much
Speaker 1: before he asked if he wanted to come with him.
Speaker 1: Charlie had declined, telling him he wanted to stay a
Speaker 1: little longer and see what became of his parents. The
Speaker 1: man and the cowl only shrugged and told him not
Speaker 1: to stick around too long, or he might never make
Speaker 1: it out. Charlie had given him the bird as he left,
Speaker 1: but now he wished the man had told him how
Speaker 1: to leave. It turned out that it was a hell
Speaker 1: of a lot easier to die than it was to
Speaker 1: know what to do after you were dead. Charlie had
Speaker 1: watched his parents age twenty years after his death, and
Speaker 1: both of them had finally sold the house at the
Speaker 1: ripe old age of sixty and gone on to whatever
Speaker 1: life they had after that. Charlie couldn't follow them. He
Speaker 1: had died in the house, and he was tied to
Speaker 1: the house, but that was okay. His parents had been
Speaker 1: a little boring, but the people who moved in after
Speaker 1: them had been fun. His parents had moved out in
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty and Charlie had had the house pretty much
Speaker 1: to himself since then. In that time, fourteen families had
Speaker 1: lived in the house where he died. Some of them
Speaker 1: he scared. Charlie turned out to be pretty good scaring.
Speaker 1: Some of them he just watched, wanting to know how
Speaker 1: other families were, but they did. Those were fun. Charlie
Speaker 1: liked just watching people. Sometimes you got to learn a
Speaker 1: lot about people and you just sat around and watched.
Speaker 1: Some of the families had kids that Charlie talked to.
Speaker 1: The young ones were usually a little more in tune
Speaker 1: with the spirit world, and some of them could see
Speaker 1: and talk to you. To adults who were just a
Speaker 1: child's imaginary friend, but to that child, you were real,
Speaker 1: and that made Charlie feel like he was alive again.
Speaker 1: Some of the kids had other ways of communicating with
Speaker 1: spirits and Charlie. Charlie liked to mess with them. Charlie
Speaker 1: had seen it ouiji boards, spirit catchers, automatic writers, ghost boxes,
Speaker 1: spirit radios, and every other damn thing that was supposed
Speaker 1: to help you talk to ghosts. It was as if
Speaker 1: none of them had ever thought about just talking to ghosts.
Speaker 1: Charlie liked to talk, and if they had just approached
Speaker 1: him and talked, he would have talked back to them.
Speaker 1: But they broke out the hardware, though. That was when
Speaker 1: Charlie really had fun. He would move their planchet to
Speaker 1: make it safe, awful things or scary things. He would
Speaker 1: crumple up their spirit catchers and throw them in the
Speaker 1: garbage can. He would whisper disturbing things into their spirit radio,
Speaker 1: or make their spirit boxes send back strange and often
Speaker 1: cryptic answers. It was all good fun for him. Charlie
Speaker 1: didn't have anything better to do and liked having something
Speaker 1: to pass the time. When the Winstons moved in, Charlie
Speaker 1: found that he was the one who was afraid. The
Speaker 1: Winstons were a nice enough family. Roger Winston was the father,
Speaker 1: and he worked as a foreman at the steel mill
Speaker 1: where Charlie's father had once worked. It probably wasn't the
Speaker 1: same meal as it had been in the nineteen thirties,
Speaker 1: but Charlie had only been there once on a class trip,
Speaker 1: so he really didn't have any way to know. Patricia
Speaker 1: Winston was a stay at home mother who shuffled around
Speaker 1: the house and kept the place clean enough. She liked
Speaker 1: to watch daytime talk shows, and Charlie found that he
Speaker 1: liked Maury Povic and Jerry Springer enough to sit in
Speaker 1: the living room while she cleaned and soak up the drama.
Speaker 1: And to a ghost, emotions are better than a piece
Speaker 1: of chocolate cake. And then there were the children, Terry
Speaker 1: and Margaret Winston. They were twelve and sixteen, respectively, and
Speaker 1: neither of them really believed in ghosts. Their friend told
Speaker 1: them stories about the ghosts that lived in the haunted
Speaker 1: house their parents had bought, but the two kids just
Speaker 1: waved it off as superstitious nonsense. Margaret was too busy
Speaker 1: worrying about boys to worry about ghosts, and Terry fancied
Speaker 1: himself a man of science and believed there was likely
Speaker 1: a scientific reason for whatever anomalies were happening in the house.
Speaker 1: There would be no talking to these two, Charlie was
Speaker 1: sure that, But then came the Halloween party that changed everything.
Speaker 1: The Winston parents had gone out of town to help
Speaker 1: with the funeral arrangements from missus Winston's on. They left
Speaker 1: Margaret in charge, telling her that she was not to
Speaker 1: have people over and she was not to do anything
Speaker 1: reckless while they were away. Margaret's response to this was
Speaker 1: to have a small get together with some of her
Speaker 1: friends and let Terry invite a few of his little
Speaker 1: friends over. Some of them brought alcohol and music and
Speaker 1: scary movies and things to while away the evening, but
Speaker 1: one of Margaret's friends brought over a Oiji board, and
Speaker 1: Charlie saw his chance to have a little fun. They
Speaker 1: invited Terry and his friend in to hold this session
Speaker 1: with them, and Charlie had practically wrung his hands together
Speaker 1: in glee. He started with the usual ghostly pranks, smelling
Speaker 1: out strange things the planchat, pretending to be different people,
Speaker 1: and generally making those involved feel nervous. All the people
Speaker 1: assembled looked amused, but definitely on edge. All but one.
Speaker 1: She had a knowing look about her, a look that
Speaker 1: told Charlie that she had done this sort of thing before.
Speaker 1: She looked at Charlie's antics without much fear and without
Speaker 1: much apprehension, and when she had the rest of them
Speaker 1: clasp hands, she appeared to know what she was doing.
Speaker 1: There may be a capricious spirit here, but I'm not
Speaker 1: trying to talk to someone who knows nothing outside the
Speaker 1: walls of this home. I read the name in one
Speaker 1: of my mother's books. Now I want to talk to
Speaker 1: the entity she spoke to when she was a girl.
Speaker 1: I call upon And when she spoke the name, it
Speaker 1: sounded too big for her mouth. It was too many consonants,
Speaker 1: not enough vowels, the words too much for anyone with
Speaker 1: a tongue to speak. The name was unknown to Charlie,
Speaker 1: and by the way it made him feel, he would
Speaker 1: have just as soon had it remain unknown. Suddenly, a
Speaker 1: presence filled the room that Charlie had never experienced before
Speaker 1: and would have just as soon gone right on not
Speaker 1: knowing about. It filled the room like smoke, its presence
Speaker 1: spilling out like the long shadows right before evening. There
Speaker 1: were a few other spirits in the house, but Charlie
Speaker 1: had never seen anything like this was. It was shapeless
Speaker 1: and seemed to exist only in the shadows. Its eyes, however,
Speaker 1: were flared red coals, the two of them growing as
Speaker 1: long as the shadow that now cast across the Weeuji board, spirit,
Speaker 1: do you walk among us? They all had their hands
Speaker 1: and the little planchette, waiting for whatever spirit this girl
Speaker 1: had called in to speak, but it didn't seem very talkative.
Speaker 1: The girl's face scrunched up in confusion, as if she
Speaker 1: had been expecting to hear something, and as the silence
Speaker 1: stretched on, Margaret leaned over and whispered something to her.
Speaker 1: The other girl told her to hush, going back to messaging.
Speaker 1: The spirit to talk to them, but it just bloomed
Speaker 1: over them, looked at the group as if it were
Speaker 1: sizing up who would be the tastiest to start with.
Speaker 1: Charlie had always been a trickster, not a cast for
Speaker 1: the friendly ghosts sort, but watching this thing stretch its
Speaker 1: hands out, prepared to grab one of the unsuspecting children
Speaker 1: made him feel terrible. He teased them, he scared them,
Speaker 1: but he didn't want to hurt them. The thought of
Speaker 1: this spirit.
Speaker 2: Hurting them made him feel sick, and he leaned forward
Speaker 2: and moved the planchette.
Speaker 1: As the collected group watched gee e t oh, get out,
Speaker 1: go away, Abby. Something's telling us to leave.
Speaker 2: Margaret said, that's not the spirit I called. That's the
Speaker 2: spirit that was already here. Go away, trickster. We don't
Speaker 2: want to speak to you. Speak to us wise, one,
Speaker 2: tell us you're not. The shadow creature said nothing. Instead,
Speaker 2: it slithered its long shadow fingers towards the unknowing children
Speaker 2: and seemed to snare them with those cruel digits. They
Speaker 2: shivered as the shadow entered them, all of them. But
Speaker 2: the girl who had called it, she still bent over
Speaker 2: the board, as if she couldn't believe that it hadn't worked.
Speaker 2: Speak to us, speak to us, Come on, say something.
Speaker 2: This always worked.
Speaker 1: When mom she stopped talking and she noticed the planchet
Speaker 1: moving frantically under her hand. Charlie was telling her to leave,
Speaker 1: telling her to run, telling her to get as far
Speaker 1: away from this place as she possibly could. He had
Speaker 1: liked to mess with the kids, but whatever was happening
Speaker 1: here was too much. The kids had begun to jerk
Speaker 1: like Marionett's under the hands of someone who doesn't quite
Speaker 1: know what they're doing. Their movements looked sick and uncoordinated,
Speaker 1: their bodies scrunched up like bugs trapped in a bug zapper.
Speaker 1: The girl who had summoned this creature didn't notice, could she.
Speaker 2: She was still looking at the Ouiji board like it
Speaker 2: had all the answers to all the questions that anyone
Speaker 2: could ever ask.
Speaker 1: She went right on reading Charlie's message. Her mouth scrunched
Speaker 1: up as she sounded out the words, and then she
Speaker 1: shook her head and looked around the room as if
Speaker 1: she intended to laugh and just couldn't bring one to
Speaker 1: the surface. Run. Why would I run? I'm not in
Speaker 1: any danger. I've never been in any danger. This entity
Speaker 1: is an old friend. He wouldn't. That was when she
Speaker 1: seemed to notice the kids around her had changed. Two
Speaker 1: of them, girls that Charlie had never learned the names of,
Speaker 1: were smiling a little too wine in a way that
Speaker 1: made him think their jaws might be breaking. Margaret had
Speaker 1: blood running down her cheeks as her fingers seemed to
Speaker 1: be trying to tear out her own eyelashes. Her brother
Speaker 1: and his friends are trying to rip off each other's ears,
Speaker 1: blood running down the sides of their heads as they
Speaker 1: yanked pitifully. The smiling girls had already begun to tear
Speaker 1: their clothes off, and the whole began to stink with
Speaker 1: the smell of fresh blood. Charlie remembered that smell. It
Speaker 1: smelled blood just before. He never smelled anything ever again,
Speaker 1: but he didn't think there had been this much blood,
Speaker 1: even when his brain had suddenly let go. The children
Speaker 1: fell on her, pushing the wood be mystic onto the
Speaker 1: floor and on top of the Wuigi board. They ripped
Speaker 1: at her their fingers, tearing her clothes and then her skin,
Speaker 1: and then pulling at her bones. She started to scream,
Speaker 1: but it only lasted until they found her vitals. As
Speaker 1: they tore at her, it was as if something opened
Speaker 1: in that hateful square of cardboard. All of them began
Speaker 1: to fall, dropping into whatever void had been created by
Speaker 1: the Ouigi board, and suddenly they were all gone.
Speaker 2: With its sacrifice taken, the spirit turned its eyes to Charlie,
Speaker 2: and it spoke inside his head, and a voice that
Speaker 2: would have sent most people running.
Speaker 1: For their lives. Get in my way again, and it
Speaker 1: will be the last thing you ever do. Then it
Speaker 1: simply rolled itself up into the closet like a deflayed
Speaker 1: child's toy, and the room was empty. There was no blood,
Speaker 1: no torn clothes, and the only evidence that anyone had
Speaker 1: been here was a plate of cooling pizza and a
Speaker 1: bowl of soggy popcorn. Luigi board was still there, the
Speaker 1: planchette still in the death center where it had been left.
Speaker 1: It was the only evidence the police found, and all
Speaker 1: the children were considered missing. When the parents were turned
Speaker 1: to find the house empty. All the doors had been
Speaker 1: locked from the inside, all the windows had been secured,
Speaker 1: and neighbors claimed they had seen other children coming over
Speaker 1: that night but had not seen anyone leaving. The next day.
Speaker 1: The parents of the other children so that Margaret told
Speaker 1: them she had been allowed to have a few friends over,
Speaker 1: but none of them. None of them seemed to have
Speaker 1: any idea what had happened the children. Once the sun
Speaker 1: had gone down. That was how Margaret's mother found herself
Speaker 1: in her daughter's bedroom, sitting on the floor looking looking
Speaker 1: at the Luigi board. Her husband was out, he had
Speaker 1: decided the home didn't feel as welcoming as it once dead.
Speaker 1: She was drunk on cooking sharing dozing against her daughter's nightstand.
Speaker 1: When the plan ship began to move on the board,
Speaker 1: she thought she was imagining things. When he began to
Speaker 1: find the letters on that sinful piece of cardboard, she
Speaker 1: sat up and took notice. He returned to the middle
Speaker 1: and then started again spelling out the same message before
Speaker 1: returning to the middle again and again. He took your children.
Speaker 1: He took them somewhere, but no one can go. Even
Speaker 1: though he was not strong enough to stand After that spirit,
Speaker 1: Charlie wanted to give her something his own mother had
Speaker 1: not been allowed to have. He wanted the woman to
Speaker 1: have a little bit of closure, and if it gave
Speaker 1: her comfort, then he supposed that would be worth something.
Speaker 2: Either.
Speaker 1: Kids.
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