The Unleashed Page #4

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Kill it. Kill it... Oh my

God... I'm serious, kill it.

You're such a chicken

sh*t. Oh my God.

It's still on there.

Jerk.... Amazing.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

Excuse me.

Whoa. These are really

old, I'm actually afraid to

touch them.

Freak. They're,

like, antiques. Be

careful with them.

I think that's

my grandfather.

Oh my God, look at

this. Do you think

that's Charles?

Yeah. Check

it out. That

is so cool.

No kidding.

What else is in here?

This picture's odd.

Why?

Look at it. Tell me if

you see something weird.

No, I don't see anything...

What?

Lindsay, can you help

me move this please?

I really need you to help me.

Lindsay.

Lindsay. Lindsay.

Hey. Lindsay.

What?

Your eyes. Your goddamn eyes.

Okay.

I'm going to get you an Advil,

or a f***ing joint or

something. I'll be back.

I'm losing my mind.

Welcome to Grandpa Bill's

House of Zen, and no, we do

not perform exorcisms. No,

we don't brew potions and

the Kama Sutra's in the

aisle closest to the window.

Um, no, I'm not. I'm

just going to go.

No, no, don't do that.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for information

on the Ouija board.

Ah, the infamous talking

board. There's some

cheap ones on the

shelf over there.

That won't be necessary. I

have one. I just, um, want some

information on it. I just

want to know more about it.

See if there's anything special

about it, specifically.

Right, okay, for like a

thesis, a documentary or some

shits and f***ing giggles.

Raina, watch your

goddamn mouth.

Grandpa, shut up. Complete

embarrassment, sorry.

Uh, it's for

personal use, I

guess you could say.

Well, shoot. I,

like, know my sh*t.

All right, um,

well, my friends and I

were playing with the

Ouj, sorry, I mean

talking board the

other night,

that I found in my

attic. Um, it's old

and, you know,

kind of mystical

looking and uh, ever

since we used it, these

unexplainable things

started happening.

And now I have

this constant fear

that we released

something or, or

interfered with

something and,

I don't know,

I just sound

completely insane.

No, no, not at

all. Come here.

What does the

board look like?

It's round. Um. Dark

oak wood. It's about

this big and uh,

numbers on it are

roman numeral.

Holy sh*t, that's

f***ing cool.

Raina!!

Seriously Grandpa, take

a nap or some sh*t.

Raina, mind

your manners.

You don't pay me enough to

mind my shitty manners.

Here. Page 33. Watch

yourself lady.

Whoa, so, apparently

the old man thinks

you have one of the

original boards

ever made.

I mean, if that's even

possible. That's

freaking awesome.

I mean, you could

contact real

friggin' spirits,

not like the cheap

novelty boards they sell.

That's the problem.

Well, yeah,

I mean, you got

to be careful.

Do you know what

kind of spirits you

could contact?

I'm guessing not

the good ones.

Yeah, definitely

not. The popular belief

is that there's

a series of stages

you go through

when you die.

First, the

realization that

you're dead. Second,

the acceptance that

you've moved on, and

then there's the

ultimate decision

of whether you stay

on Earth or not.

Stay on Earth, you

mean, like,

continue to live?

Not in that sense.

You either choose

to go to whatever

your Heaven is, or

you stay on Earth in

the spirit world.

So, people

actually choose

to stay.

Yeah, I mean, if, if

they feel like they

don't deserve their

heaven yet or, or

refuse to let go of

their worldly self.

So, what

then? They're

stuck on Earth?

Yah. Unless you

retain your redemption.

See, the problem is

that once spirit's

feel the power of

being an invincible

being, it quickly

corrupts them and

they forget why

they're there in

the first place.

The point is, the

only spirits that can

come through the

Ouija boards are

the ones that stay.

And, I mean, they're

f***ing angry,

you know, they've

been summoned by a

group of strangers,

they have no idea

why, and now they're

just waiting.

I read

somewhere about

possessions.

Does that

really happen?

Yes. Um, mostly

by the spirits who

can remember

why they're

still there

and can't do

anything about it.

I mean, this sh*t

is super dangerous.

Raina. Close up.

Get out of here.

That's fine, I was

just going home

anyways.

Wait, wait.

Here, why don't

you take

this with you and

just bring it back

when you're done.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Hi. I couldn't

help but

overhearing your

conversation

inside.

I'm Andrew Porter.

Madison Kennard,

nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So you're into

Ouija boards.

I happen to be

writing a book

about them.

Would I be able to ask

you a few questions,

maybe? Over coffee?

Well, I was on my

way home. But, yeah,

I have a little time.

(voice from above):

Lindsay.

Hello?

(voice from above):

Lindsay.

... Lindsay.

Hello?

Lindsay.

Hello?

Thanks.

So, you are a

descendant of

Charles Kennard.

I mean, I've read

so much about

him. I can't

believe that I'm

sitting here with

you. I read that

the house was here

in town and it's

why I'm here,

actually. Uh, I

wanted to meet the

owner. I guess

that's why I feel

like I already

know you.

Believe it or not, I feel

the same way. I don't

normally have

coffee with complete

strangers off the street.

Well, believe it or

not, neither do I.

I should warn

you though, um,

the house

is not going to

be mine for long.

I'm actually

in the process of

selling it.

Seriously? I mean,

your family built it,

didn't they?

I don't want to

pry but, why are

you selling?

I'm sorry. You

don't have to

answer that.

So, um, how did

you come to be

so fascinated

with the

talking board?

Well, um,

I guess I became

fascinated with it

when my wife died.

I'm sorry.

That's okay, I can

talk about it. It

happened on her last

investigation. She

became ill that

night and, she

never did tell me why

she became ill or how

she became ill.

I thought it was a

bug at first but,

she changed.

She began acting

differently,

becoming less

and less active. Two

weeks, she was

bed-ridden.

And you know,

not one Doctor

was able to.

They said it was

unexplainable.

She had a severe

case of depression

that she

just couldn't

get out of.

Wow. I'm

sorry. That's

incredibly scary.

(whisper):

Lindsay.

... Lindsay.

Lindsay....

... Lindsay.

Lindsay.

Well I

guess you can

say I became

obsessed with the

occult. Black magic.

Ouija. You name it.

I was more curious

than anything and

it killed me

not to be able

to help her.

My thought was

that maybe she

used it alone.

There were people

there that night

that said that they

saw it. And from

what I've learned

and, and read and,

and experienced,

those things

shouldn't be

done alone.

Is that why you write

your books about death

and the afterlife?

Yeah. It's

definitely taken its

toll on me though.

I've seen more than

I care to when it

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