The paper drifted gracefully, landing smoothly on the dark wooden table. The pencils clicked between my fingers as I placed them on the lines of the paper. The green Ticonderoga logo on the pencil gleamed in the dim candlelight. My little sister, Bella, stared at the table before her, her brown eyes widening with fear. She clutched the wool blanket around her shoulders as the flame flickered silently, welcoming the arrival of another stream of wax, making a thick puddle in the little metal dish on top of the table.
"You go first," I whispered to Bella, my voice echoing across the dark room. Smoke floated up, spreading through the whole area. The white wisps wafted into my noise, creating a smoky sensation inside me. I grinned at her, as her jaw dropped in shock. I couldn't believe I had dragged her into playing this Mexican-origins game.
"No!" Bella shrieked. Her voice slammed onto the candle, extinguishing the fire. She screeched, pulling the blanket tighter. Her eyes filled with tears like water filling a fish tank. Dirty blond hair framed her face as her coral lips quaked with fear.
"What? Are you scared?" I teased, blowing out the other candle. A scream filled the room as I relit the candles. The smell of vanilla returned as a smirk crept over my face.
"Don't do that, Tora!" she cried, shaking like an earthquake. "I shouldn't be summoning demons at seven years old. You're fourteen, this is normal for you. You should start!"
"Charlie, Charlie, are you there?" I called, in my creepiest voice. Suddenly, the pencil slowly creaked, bobbing toward the left. It stopped on 'Yes'.
"Do you have anything to ask Charlie?" I cooed. Bella's eyes grew the size of dinner plates as another stream of wax slid down the candle. I could hear her heart was pounding. "No? Then let's watch The Shining, then! That'll be fun!"
"That's it!" Bella yelled, throwing the blanket to the side. "I'm not going to participate in anymore of your paranormal activities! Im not going to let you drag me into watching a horror movie or playing Bloody Mary anymore! Find some one else to torture! I'm leavin.g!"
"Wait, you're not allowed to leave yet!" I screamed. "You can't leave until Charlie says 'No'! It's the rules! Either that or severe consequences of unspeakable things!"
"Well, I say 'No'!" she shrieked, slamming the door behind her. The candles winked into darkness, swallowed by oblivion. I sat there in the complete darkness, waiting for some scream along with the arrival of a demonic spirit. But it never happened. I kept asking questions. After my seventh question, Charlie replied with a no.
Blowing out the candles, I flicked on the light. Colorful spots festooned my vision as I walked out of the room. I started to walk toward Bella's room. My heart pounded. Was Bella okay? Was she dead or had her soul been drained by a ghost? All of a sudden, I spotted something on the door knob. It was a bloody handprint.
The realization hit me like a club to the skull. Charlie had gotten to Bella. Her not following the rules has led to complete destruction of her soul. Everything I had dragged Bella into was now taking effect. Why not me? Why couldn't it happen to me? She just accompanied me in summoning demons. She took no part in it. I slowly opened the door. I gasped as her room flashed before my eyes. Scratches and claw marks adorned the wall, as ripped curtains lay over broken furniture.
I heard huffs from inside the closet. My heart pounded like a timpani drum in an orchestra as I slowly opened the door. Bella turned around, screeching in the sunlight. Her face was white with blood splattered over it. Glass shards as skins cracked as she moved. Her dress was torn and her hair was black and raggedy. Her eyes were pure black and I could see pure darkness swirling behind them. Where was my sister? Where was she with her squeaky voice and brown eyes and blonde hair? Where was she with her teddy bear and her blanket? My dear, beautiful sister had been replaced by a porcelain doll.
"Bella?" I squeaked. She keened as loud as a banshee and pounced at me. All I remembered after that was her long bloody fingers ripping my face and the warm red blood streaming over us.