Ouija 3: Haunting Lies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: May 23, 2009

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Submitted: May 23, 2009



Lincoln and Asher

Shawn laughed loudly, still entertained by the fact that Asher had flicked butter in the waiter’s hair. It had been a total accident, but yes, totally hilarious. It had taken the guy a while to even notice before he stomped out of the aisle with a grumpy expression. They hadn’t seen him since.

“I think you offended out food provider,” she giggled after a few moments. “And I’m hungry.”

Asher checked the room, looking for the man who had been attacked by his minute of lack of coordination. He was nowhere to be seen and he was afraid she might be right.

“Well, we could leave,” he suggested not liking the cramped civilized room anyway. Shawn gave an agonized look as she touched her stomach.

“But food!” she whined with a giggle. He laughed.

“We can get a hot dog on the street faster than we’re going to get out meal here. Plus a hot dog sounds better than this sophisticated crap.”

Shawn perked up a little, but still indecisive. “Well…”

“C’mon, this uptight crowd is…tense.” Asher decided. “Too tense. That’s why we can’t talk. Too tense. Much too tense.”

He had her. “All right fine. But pay for the drinks.”

Asher barely glanced at the bills he placed on the table. It was probably about forty bucks.

“That’s generous,” she said, surprised.

“I might as well pay for the guy’s hair gel,” Asher said and took her hand. “Besides, its Link’s money.” Both stood up with smiles and hurried out, ignoring the stares they received.

Together they scoped out some streets and found a hot dog stand that sold hot dog’s for less than two dollars. Each got the works.

Slowly walking back to the car, at least Asher hoped they were heading in the right direction, they ate.

“Oh my god…” Shawn moaned with satisfaction, half of her dog already gone. “So good.”

Asher laughed and bit into his own. With his mouth full he continued the conversation that the butter fiasco had interrupted. “So this cave…you really spent the night in it?”

Shawn nodded. “Me, Veronica, Aiden and Evan. All night.” She wiped mustard from her mouth. “It was awesome. Well at the time creepy. Even Aiden and Evan were anxious even if they wouldn’t admit it.”

“Any bats?”

“Of course!” she said loudly with wide eyes. “We could hear them swooping in and out. It was kind of creepy when it finally got dark. And Veronica…” she laughed. “She said we should have brought a broom to swat at them.”

Asher raised an eyebrow. “Why? Bats can be devious little…”

“They’re bats!” she said. “What could they do? C’mon.”

Asher shrugged. “Well one of our mom’s friends, Trish I think, and Eric too. They both said they met up with some nasty ones. As in Demon nasty.”

Shawn squinted. “What? Like…possession?”

“Not necessarily,” he went on. “But there’s demons and ghosts…why not monsters? I mean I’d say Wendigoes are more creature than demon.”

“So bats are tiny little monsters that eat mosquitoes?” Shawn asked him slowly. It was hard to tell if she was serious or just mocking him.

“Not all of them,” he allowed and she rolled her eyes, popping the last of the hot dog in her mouth.

“Your job is so weird. There’s no pattern. It’s all random…”

“It’s not random,” Asher said. “There’s plenty of patterns. How to kill them, what hurts them. Based off of what they leave behind like ectoplasm or sulfur you can determine how strong or what it is exactly…”

She was watching him closely with a little smirk. He noticed and stopped. “What?”

“Nothing, just thinking,” she said simply and continued forward. Asher had to know now, the little tease.

“About what?”

“Well, for someone who wants to settle down and start a family and is so skeptical of this demon stuff…you get pretty into it.”

Asher squinted. “No I don’t.”

“Then why did you just defend it?” she asked still smiling. “You like hunting.”

Shaking his head Asher refused to listen to her. She didn’t know what she was talking about.

“You like it! You do!” she cried. “All the action and weapons…how could you want to settle down after that?”

They had reached the car and Asher still would not answer her. No, she didn’t understand and there was no way she could understand. She climbed into the seat next to him and sighed.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to accuse you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He smirked and faced her. “I don’t know if you’re totally forgiven.”

Rolling her eyes she leaned forward again this time kissing his lips.


Hanging up the phone Lincoln heard Veronica yelling from her room. Confused by her frightened tone he hurried in the open door.

“What happened?” he demanded seeing she was backed into the night stand, looking him straight on. Her eyes had tears.

“He was here,” she breathed in awe. “But…he’s…he can’t be…”

Continuing her mumbling she sank onto the bed, wide eyed at the wooden floor. She held her head, deep in thought.

Lincoln was confused, that was for sure. “Who was here?”

Shaking her head she mumbled, “I don’t know…it couldn’t be him…there’s no way…”

Lincoln made an impatient noise. “Couldn’t be who?”

But she ignored him. Snapped up she pointed a finger, realizing something. “Can a shape shifter take the form of someone who’s dead?”

“What? No…” Lincoln thought. “They have to have contact with the person they become. Live contact.”

Defeated she lowered her gaze back to the floor. Lincoln was kind of worried about her mental state as her eyes ran back and forth as she thought. This was a prime example of girls’ overreacting.

“Veronica, seriously. What happened?”

She didn’t move.

“Ronnie, hello?” he waved a hand in front of her face. “Earth to Ms. Skye!”

Her brown eyes suddenly met his and fear and confusion pierced him hard, making him freeze. Her lip trembled a bit out of her desperation for answers.

“He…He called me Vee.”

“Who?” his voice wasn’t over a whisper. Reaching forward he touched her hair lightly, feeling bad, but then pulled away. It was too awkward. Veronica didn’t notice. She just stared ahead of him without uttering a helpful word.

“Was someone in your room?” he suggested, trying to get her to talk. Her eyebrows pulled together slightly and she took in a breath.

“Do ghosts haunt people?”

Her questions weren’t making sense to him. “Uh, yeah, there’ve been instances where a spirit holds on to another living being for whatever reason…why? Do you think one’s on you?”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t there before but now he is and…” She cut off as she had another realization. “Perry Buckle…”

“What?” She was all over the place! None of it made sense. Shifters, Ghosts, Hauntings, Perry Buckle…?

She stood up and walked out the door to the kitchen and Lincoln quickly followed. Her eyes were searching the open loft curiously, the initial fear gone.

“Hello?” she called. “Are you here?”

She was losing it, he concluded. Lincoln had to blame himself. He’d been feeding her these stories. Now what could have potentially been a great asset to the team was now talking to thin air.

“Veronica,” he sighed and grabbed her wrist. “Maybe you should lie down.”

“No! Link, I know what I saw!”

“What? What did you see? If you tell me I could help,” he told her firmly, really feeling the need to help her strongly. She shook her head.

“But I’m not sure…” she trailed off, still searching the room. Deciding he had to force her down, Lincoln gripped her shoulders.

“C’mon, time for bed.”

“No, Lincoln!”

“Veronica you need to lie down!”

She struggled against him but couldn’t win. He had her back in her bedroom within three seconds. Holding the knob of the closed door he made sure she couldn’t get out.

“Lincoln!” she shouted.

“Go to sleep!” he ordered.

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