Memories From a Dead Girl
Forty-Three
"I can prove it."
"Prove what?" Chloe asked, placing her hands on the table. "That you're actually crazy? I can see that. I don't need proof."
"Would you stop?" I — no, Austin — reached out and grabbed her hand. Instantly, she tried to pull away.
Then Chloe started crying. I'd never seen her this way before, and it scared me. But before I could say anything, I felt it; something tugged at me, urging me to leave Austin's body. Before I could fight it, however, it pulled me out.
Austin blinked, his face full of confusion, and shook his head.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly. He stared at the Ouija board. "Is Olivia here? Did you make contact?"
No, please. I need them to know what I saw.
"Prove what?" Chloe asked, placing her hands on the table. "That you're actually crazy? I can see that. I don't need proof."
"Would you stop?" I — no, Austin — reached out and grabbed her hand. Instantly, she tried to pull away.
Then Chloe started crying. I'd never seen her this way before, and it scared me. But before I could say anything, I felt it; something tugged at me, urging me to leave Austin's body. Before I could fight it, however, it pulled me out.
Austin blinked, his face full of confusion, and shook his head.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly. He stared at the Ouija board. "Is Olivia here? Did you make contact?"
No, please. I need them to know what I saw.
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