Once he got home, he went straight to his room. He didn't bother with talking to his family because they didn't have the answers he needed. Gerard cleared a spot off his desk and pulled the dirty Ouija board from his bag, setting it down. He took it out of the box, and the room was suddenly freezing. It was like Gerard had stepped outside into a snow storm without clothes on. He shivered, but he was determined.
"I'd like to speak with Frank," Gerard spoke. He sat there in absolute silence, waiting for the planchette to start moving, but it didn't.
"I need to speak with Frank," Gerard said, beginning to get frustrated. Once again, the planchette stayed still.
"I know you can hear me, and I just have one question,"
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I'll spare you the details on what happened to me, because what happened to me, also happened to your friend," He said. Gerard felt his heart break a little bit. It was obvious that Frank died violently, and Lindsey went the same way.
"I must say though, your friend kicked ass. She actually managed to get away from the fucker and made it all the way to the hospital," Frank chuckled as he spoke, which made Gerard uneasy.
"So what, do you want me to track down some fucking psycho killer for you?" Gerard asked.
"I know your being sarcastic, but you're right. You're going to help me stop him,"
"Oh hell no! I am not going to help a fucking ghost, and I'm definitely not going to help a ghost stop a serial killer! What, do you think I want to end up like you? You need to get the fuck back into the spirit realm and out of my life!" Gerard yelled. He felt like a moron for yelling at a ghost, but he was fed up.
"Hey dipshit, I can't exactly get back into the fucking spirit realm until my death is avenged. The same goes for your friend, Lisa, or whatever her name was," Frank yelled back.
"It's Lindsey!" Gerard yelled back, tears welling up in his eyes. He already missed her so much, and he could feel the sorrow seeping into his bones the more he thought about
"I'd like to speak with Frank," Gerard spoke. He sat there in absolute silence, waiting for the planchette to start moving, but it didn't.
"I need to speak with Frank," Gerard said, beginning to get frustrated. Once again, the planchette stayed still.
"I know you can hear me, and I just have one question,"
The planchette began …show more content…
I'll spare you the details on what happened to me, because what happened to me, also happened to your friend," He said. Gerard felt his heart break a little bit. It was obvious that Frank died violently, and Lindsey went the same way.
"I must say though, your friend kicked ass. She actually managed to get away from the fucker and made it all the way to the hospital," Frank chuckled as he spoke, which made Gerard uneasy.
"So what, do you want me to track down some fucking psycho killer for you?" Gerard asked.
"I know your being sarcastic, but you're right. You're going to help me stop him,"
"Oh hell no! I am not going to help a fucking ghost, and I'm definitely not going to help a ghost stop a serial killer! What, do you think I want to end up like you? You need to get the fuck back into the spirit realm and out of my life!" Gerard yelled. He felt like a moron for yelling at a ghost, but he was fed up.
"Hey dipshit, I can't exactly get back into the fucking spirit realm until my death is avenged. The same goes for your friend, Lisa, or whatever her name was," Frank yelled back.
"It's Lindsey!" Gerard yelled back, tears welling up in his eyes. He already missed her so much, and he could feel the sorrow seeping into his bones the more he thought about