Relentless Ouija Board: Tzuyu Survival
Prompt: Relentless Ouija Board: Tzuyu Survival
The room was dimly lit, the flickering of candles casting eerie shadows against the walls. Tzuyu sat apprehensively at the old wooden table, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the planchette of the Ouija board. It had been a fleeting moment of curiosity that led her and her friends to this fateful night, a whim that now felt more like a disastrous decision than an adventure.
“Come on, Tzuyu! It’ll be fun!” her friend Sana had insisted, an anxious smile plastered on her face. They had gathered in the attic of the abandoned house at the edge of town, a place rumored to be haunted. But the thrill of the unknown had been enticing, and Tzuyu found herself unable to decline the invitation.
Around her, the atmosphere grew thick with anticipation. Momo and Nayeon sat across from her, their expressions a mixture of excitement and fear. They recited the rules with a blend of seriousness and laughter, but as soon as they placed their fingertips on the planchette, the laughter faded into a hushed silence. The weight of their intentions hung heavily in the air.
“Is anyone here with us?” Sana asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The planchette remained still, their fingers barely making contact as they waited for a response. Tzuyu could feel her heart racing, the tension in the air almost tangible.
Minutes passed, and just when they were about to give up, the planchette began to move. It glided effortlessly across the board, slowly spelling out one word: “HELP.”
In that instant, a chill swept through the attic, and the temperature dropped as if the very air were alive with sorrow. Tzuyu’s breath caught in her throat—the room felt suddenly haunted, and a shudder ran down her spine.
“What was that?” Nayeon gasped, eyes wide. “Did you do that?”
“No! I swear!” Momo replied, pulling her hands away as if she’d been burned. But the planchette, as if possessing its own will, continued its unsettling journey, spelling out more letters, letters that revealed the name of a girl—a daughter lost, a spirit trapped in this desolate house. Tzuyu’s understanding deepened into dread; something had awakened in the presence of their foolishness.
“Who are you?” Sana managed to choke out, clenching her fists on the table.
The answer came swiftly: “TL.”
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant creaking of the old house, as if something were lurking just beyond the walls. Tzuyu could feel a primal instinct blossoming within her, a voice telling her to run, to leave this forsaken house before it was too late. But curiosity outmatched reason, and she found herself compelled to stay.
“Which of us do you want?” Nayeon asked in challenge, half-terrified, half-intrigued.
The planchette moved again, this time drawing a circle around three letters: “T-Y-Z.”
Sweat pooled on Tzuyu’s brow. Her name. This spirit had chosen her. Panic surged through her veins as she tried to fathom the reason why.
“Let’s end this,” Momo said, drawing her hands away, her fear palpable. “This isn’t funny anymore.” But Tzuyu couldn’t pull away. An unseen force seemed to hold her in place, preventing her from escaping the inquiry.
“Are you suffering?” she found herself asking, gaze locked on the planchette. It trembled before sliding to spell: “Y-E-S.”
“Why don’t you move on?” Sana pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone. The atmosphere grew oppressive, and a low murmur echoed around them—a chilling whisper only Tzuyu could understand, coaxing her to stay, to listen.
“Because I am bound,” the planchette answered, the weight of the words felt deeply by Tzuyu, as if the very essence of the spirit resonated within her. “I seek vengeance. I must be avenged.”
Tzuyu’s heart beat wildly, drowning out the whispers of her friends' growing concern. “Avenge whom?” she questioned, her voice trembling.
The response chilled her breath. “B-I-T-C-H.” The atmosphere shifted, and for a moment, Tzuyu believed she could feel eyes watching her from the shadows, dark and feral.
Without warning, the candles flickered violently, the flames dancing erratically before extinguishing completely. They were enveloped in complete darkness. Tzuyu's heart raced as the weight of the room grew heavy, the air thickening like fog.
“Get out!” Nayeon yelled, but Tzuyu felt frozen in place, tied by an invisible thread of fate.
Suddenly, a sharp cry echoed through the attic, a haunting scream that sent her friends scrambling for the door. Their frantic movements created chaos, but Tzuyu remained fixed at the table, unable to tear away from the pull of the Ouija board, as it seemed to pull her into its depths.
Then, silence enveloped her. The kind that felt final, eerie and still, like the calm after a storm.
“Tzuyu,” the haunting voice whispered, “only you can find my truth. Embrace it… find the way.”
With an impulse she could not control, Tzuyu gripped the planchette tightly, feeling the ruggedness of the wood beneath her fingers. A vision flickered in her mind—vignettes of betrayal, a girl crushed by her enemies, all leading back to this place. The names of those who wronged her flowed through Tzuyu’s thoughts, filling her with unyielding resolve.
As if the spirit had poured its essence into her, Tzuyu stood, feeling the dread and anger of the girl washed away. Perhaps, she thought, it was her destiny to bring closure to this restless spirit.
“No!” Nayeon cried, grabbing Tzuyu’s arm, dragging her toward the door, but Tzuyu squared her shoulders. “I have to do this.”
With one final glance back at the Ouija board, she knew her journey was just beginning, but this was a burden she was willing to bear. She stepped forward into the dark, a beacon of hope in search of vengeance for the lost.
With the echo of the girls' fear behind her, Tzuyu stepped into the night, ready to unveil the truth, for she had become the vessel of justice for the relentless spirit that demanded to be avenged.
