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→“I want to watch you get taken by Pumpkin Head. Then there will be one less whore in town, running her mouth.”

→Every muscle in my body tightened because I pretty much knew the answer.

→The next thing I knew, several sets of hands grabbed me and dragged me back toward where Lucas sat. I fought them, biting and scratching, but the boys were stronger than me. They threw me at Luc’s feet, who regarded me with an expression on his face that made my blood freeze in my veins. “You know why I wanted you to come here tonight, Ada?”

→“Wait, wha—”

→“Grab her!” 

→“You know what. Forget it.” I flipped Lucas off before storming away, angrily kicking at the hem of my dress as I stomped through the pumpkin patch. “Should have known you weren’t gonna stick to the deal.” 

→This time, there was a longer pause before everyone moved the planchette across the board.  “A.” “D.” “A.”

→Luc met my gaze and opened his mouth, but instead of any response to me, what came out instead was another damn question. “And what do you want?”

→I shot to my feet, glass crunching beneath my sneakers. “Okay. I’m over this. This doesn’t count as him showing up, Lucas. He needed to actually show up. Give me the fucking money you owe me.” 

→“What’s your name?”  “J.” “A.” “C.” “K.”

→I suppressed the urge to shiver. This wasn’t real, so of course, the answer was the one Luc wanted to hear. He was guiding the planchette. 

→There was more shuffling. “N,” someone said.  “O,” another breathed a second later. No.

→Lucas went on to ask the board another question as if nothing had happened. “Are you a good spirit?” 

→Everyone gaped at Lucas, totally stunned by his outburst. No one spoke up. No one said shit. They were all anxiously eyeing the cruel weapon strapped to his hand.

→“Oh, for the love of God, this is—” I didn’t get the chance to finish bitching because Lucas hurled his bottle of vodka at me. I flinched away just in time as it slammed against the hay bale with enough force to shatter it. I blinked at the broken glass at my feet in complete disbelief. “What the actual fuck? You could have seriously hurt me, you psychopath!”

→“One,” Chelsea gasped. 

→Since there were too many cooks in the kitchen as far as the Ouija board went, there was some awkward shuffling of the planchette before it was guided to the row of numbers. 

→“This is stupid,” I muttered to myself, plopping down on one of the hay bales beside the scarecrow. 

→Ignoring me, Lucas asked his first question. “How many spirits are present?”

→“Wow. Luc’s done some homework. Funny how that seemed to be beyond you in school, where it actually mattered.”