It was a quarter to midnight, and you hd remembered your Ouija board under your bed that you never used. You decided to call up Dallas because you were bored.

You called Dallas.

"What?" He said.

"Hey, Dal. I was wondering if you wanted to play with the ouija board with me."

There was slight silence.

"Y/N, you realize how dangerous those things are?! I don't know."

"Please, Dallas it'll be alright I promise. And if something does happen we'll stop, alright?"

He sighed. "Ok, I'll be there in 25 minutes."

"Thanks, Babe." You hung up waiting for him.

You saw the headlights pull into your drive way and opened the door with a smile. He shook his head and let out a breath. "You're crazy you know that?" He looked at you.
"Yeah, well whatever those spirits do to you, I'll make sure they won't get far." You whispered.

You walked upstairs into your room and pulled out the board. You made sure you read all the rules and got out the planchette.
"Is there anyone here?" You asked. Your ands were on the planchette. No answer. You asked again. Nothing. "Ok, I knew nothing was gonna happen." Dallas said just as the bathroom door slammed. You looked at Dallas with a startled expression. He mirrored it.
"Ok, what's your name?" Dallas asked this time. "K-A-R-M-E-N." it spelled. "Karmen?"
"Do you know a Karmen, Y/N?" "N-no. I don't anyone with that name.

Just then the planchette moved to D-A-L-L-A-S. His hands flew off. "Y/N, stop!" "I'm not doing it it's not me!" You yelled. He put his hands back on and you asked another question.

"Karmen, do we know you from somewhere?" The planchette moved to "Yes."
"Where?" "The basement." Dallas looked up confused and not a second later, you both heard a loud Bang! Coming from the basement. It took a second to realize what sounded like a window shattering. There was no way in hell you were about to go down there. "Should we go check it out?" Dallas asked you. "No, stay here."

"Karmen! What do you want from us?"

"G-R-E-A-S-E-R" shocked you said, "Which one?" "B-O-Y." Dallas eyes suddenly rolled back and he got a menacing grin. He suddenly wrapped his hands around your throat and you couldn't breathe. You glanced at the board. The planchette was doing a figure 8 over and over again.

Whatever those spirits do to you, I'll make sure they won't get far.

You stared up into complete white eyes. You then did something you never wanted to do.
You grabbed his switchblade and sliced all the way down his neck. The spirit choked and you could feel your boyfriend coming back to you. When he came back, you ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. You applied pressure on his neck,  but not before saying goodbye to the board. He was loosing consciousness and you called an ambulance. You told them he had tripped over the carpet and the blade was open and facing up. They took him to the hospital and they gave him stitches. You burned the board right after.

You and Dallas weren't the same after that.
The gang noticed this, and they asked about it. They claimed you were off, and that you looked dazed and tense. Your eyes always looked unfocused to them and you felt yourself lose time at weird moments.

Dallas, was a complete wreck. Ever since the possession, he wasn't the Dallas you knew.
He was timid and very on edge. He would jump at the slightest things,  and  he would get the same time loss and dazed state as you.
You also had trouble sleeping. Things would be moved around and you would hear voices and have nightmares about that night. It got better over time. You and Dallas would never be the same. But you vowed one simple thing.

Never touch a ouija board again.