They each sat at a point on the chalky pentagram drawn on the creaky wooden floorboards up in the attic. They thought that they were about to summon a ghost, but little did they know, I was already there. They positioned six white candles in front of them, with one flickering for attention in the center. Around the room, strange religious books and objects were scattered, and varying colours and sizes of candles cast eerie shadows that looked almost ghostlier than I. Penta wafted incense around the room and hung several Crucifixes before reaching into an antique-looking trunk dusted under the window.
“Penta, how experienced exactly are you?” Aidan asked, shrugging off his doubtful question with a cheeky chuckle.
“According to my research,” she looked down at the checklist on her clipboard and tapped it with her pencil. “The most effective time to summon a spiritual being is at midnight. This ensures a visit from a spiritual entity
‘Gee, that’s reassuring!’ thought Aidan, passing off his fear as a smile to his friends.
“As I was saying,” continued Penta. She fished out a humongous, brown leather book with tinted pages and a pentagram etched onto the front cover. “I’ve summoned heaps of ghosts in my, 17 years of life,” she smirked. “- and I’ve played it safe. Did you honestly expect a girl who’s parents named her ‘Penta’, to not have any experience with para-normality? Now everybody, in position.”
What were her parents thinking? She’s the kind of girl ghosts like me are allured to, except, I had spent most of my afterlife up in this attic. Penta heaved the book open in her lap.She flicked furiously through the fragile pages, skimming through each page, trying to remember what page the correct ritual was on. She was completely prepared for the ritual, but had forgotten to prepare the most important part. Luckily, Gina had noted the page on her clipboard.
“Penta?” she stopped her furious flicking of pages and glanced up at Jason. “When did you move all this stuff up in my attic?”
She laughed and fixated on Raymona, who conspicuously raised her eyebrow at the group.
“Do you seriously believe any of this is real? You are all so childish.” Raymona expressed.
“Yes, thanks for coming Raymona. You really are contributing to the ritual.” menaced Aidan, leaning to plant a kiss on Raymona’s forehead.
Gina announced the time. It was 11:59. Penta held a candle up to the book and began to read words that couldn’t exactly be considered words, and everyone joined hands. She read, rolling her ‘r’ sounds and ‘l’ sounds. The chirp of Aidan’s mobile notification disrupted the ritual. He gestured a sorry with his hands and asked Penta to proceed, but Jason and Gina disrupted yet again to assure that their phones were on silent, too. I decided it was about time to make my first move. I floated towards the round window over-looking the street, it’s only company being the leaves dancing in the wind. Penta commenced reading, as Gina checked the ‘begin ritual at midnight’ box on her checklist. I lifted the golden latch on the window and allowed the wind to gust through the attic, blowing out some of the candles in the room, like an eager child blowing out candles on a cake. Aidan shrieked and jumped into the security of Raymona’s lap. Boy, would it be hard to justify against fear with that one. The group came up with rational explanations as to how the latch on the window suddenly opened while Penta re-lit all the candles. I was disappointed in Jason. He’s been the object of my haunting for years
I was disappointed in Jason. I needed to step up my game for him to realise he wasn’t clumsy for all these years. Maybe I should reveal myself to them…