(WP) Spooky Scary Skeletons
It was Friday
the 13th, and we were bored, infected with restlessness due to the
quite Halloween, but it was close enough. It was an excuse to swipe alcohol and
other illicit substances from our parents and head to the old graveyard just
outside of town. It was something of a tradition for the high schoolers in our
town to hang out there, and it was nearly midnight.
was the oldest one of us all and the first to get a license, it was my job to pick
everyone up. Everyone else was responsible for the rest. We’d been doing this
since we were 16, and it was a smooth system. I suspected our parents noticed,
but no one ever said anything.
pulled up in front of Via’s house first, which was dark, the only light on in
the house shining through the top window. It clicked off, and she came out,
clothed in black and clutching bulging plastic bags. Her bright white smile cut
a line in the cool velvet black, and she put the bags in the backseat.
opened the door as smoothly as she could and slid into the front seat, bringing
with her the scent of patchouli and sandalwood. “I’m first, so I get shotgun,”
She said, winking at me. I laughed, then started the car, eager to get the festivities
started. Via turned up the music when we were close to Cat’s house, something
with a booming bass that I liked immediately, the hour be damned.
part, she was ready, jogging down the sidewalk to meet us. She was dressed in a
gray peacoat, the tortoiseshell buttons glinting even in the dark. She wore an
orange hat, and her eyes sparkled behind her hipster-frame glasses. “Finally!
It’s so cold out here, you guys!” She said, managing even in her excitement to
“Come on, Cat, I’ll turn the heat
on!” Via cajoled, tapping her fingers against the door. “We gotta go! We still haven’t
picked up the other two. It’s almost midnight and I’ve got some plans for us
I blinked, looking over at Via. Her
eyes were unfocused, the corners of her mouth turned upward. I didn’t know why,
but that look sent chills down my spine.
We picked up our last two friends,
Janelle and Morgan, and we headed to the graveyard.
“Wait to see what I found in our
attic, you guys. It’s perfect for the occasion!”
I found myself wondering if she had
pregamed, if she was already buzzed. But before I could ask her, we were in the
parking lot of the graveyard, and my friends were headed to the mausoleum at
its center with their spoils.
When I caught up, using my phone’s
flashlights to avoid tripping over headstones, they were already seated in a
circle around the stone building, and the liquor was flowing freely. Via
already had a cup in hand, standing in the middle of the circle, commanding
attention. “I found something so cool in an old box the other day. And I
figured, what better night than this one to test it?”
She put an old and worn Ouija board
in my hands when I sat down. It was so ancient the wood had developed a rich,
shining patina veneer, the old-fashioned letters nearly lost to time.
“Have you never seen a horror
movie?” Morgan quipped, taking a sip of whiskey and rolling her eyes.
“Jesus, M, way to kill the mood,”
Via growled, and Janelle looked between them, her gaze bouncing between them
like a tennis ball.
“Where’s the harm?”
Via snatched it back from me,
murmuring a quiet incantation under her breath.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then a loud, earth-shattering creak
was heard from behind me; I was sitting in front of the door.
A bony hand crept slowly out to
hold the side of the door, still speckled with layers of decayed muscles.