Memories From a Dead Girl

Fifty-Eight

"We should try the Ouija board again."

Chloe's voice in the dark.

After I'd told her how much I wanted Olivia back, she hadn't spoken to me for an hour. But she hadn't left the room either, which was probably a good thing. Instead, she'd stayed quiet, but every now and then huffed a little in annoyance.

"Bad idea," I muttered. "Nothing happened last time."

"Something happened," Chloe said defensively. "I know it did. You felt something go through you. It was her."

She was becoming frantic.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" I asked.

I knew that she did, so my question would piss her off more.

"Of course I do," she snapped. "You should too. I know Olivia's here. I want to help her." Her legs swung over the mattress, just shy of my head, though I wouldn't blame her for hitting me, and she stood. "If you're not going to help me, Austin, I'll figure this out on my own."

With that, the door opened and closed, and I was alone.