First contact.

It was that same Wednesday after school. I told Isabelle I’d be home a little later, but that I’d still be there to make dinner. Hopefully. I still had a strong hunch that nothing dangerous was going to happen, but I had no way of knowing if I was right and it was too late to stop now.

We had the windows and curtains closed, leaving us close to fully in the dark if not for the fact it was still bright outside. Of course, Grace had also brought some candles, so we lit them and placed them around the table.

We took out places and shared a final look of confirmation. Grace was the first one to put her finger on the small triangle-shaped piece of wood. I was the second, followed by Alice, Sarah, Mila and finally Noelle. The six fingers all over each other looked a little ridiculous, and while I think we all thought that, none of us mentioned it. We were too nervous.

“Let’s start, then,” Grace said. We all nodded. We heard her swallow in the silence of the room. We were far enough away from everything that we didn’t even hear the sport clubs doing their thing.

We had agreed that Grace would be making most of the questions, but that if someone else had something in mind, they’d be able to ask, too.

“Is there a spirit in this room with us right now?” Grace asked.

We were relieved. The wooden triangle didn’t move. There were no spirits.

…

That relief lasted all of 5 seconds.

The wooden piece moved on its own, leading our fingers with it. My chest froze as I saw it moving towards the upper left corner of the board. I couldn’t watch my girlfriends’ faces. My eyes were glued to the piece.

YES.

No gasps, no comments, no words. Our jaws dropped and we finally looked at each other. We knew it without saying it. None of us had moved the piece. None of us was dumb enough to try and play a prank when we had proof that supernatural stuff was happening around us.

Noelle’s hand began to shake, or maybe, since hers was the top hand, it was the one that most visibly shook. Mine began to feel cold.

“H-Hello. My name is Grace. W-What’s yours?” Grace asked. She did her best to sound composed, but a small stutter escaped her.

The wooden piece started moving again, going from one letter to another.

F-R-E-Y.

“Frey…?” Mila read the name out loud.

The name sounded familiar. Very familiar. It also brought me a strange sense of… nostalgia, like I was hearing the name of a friend for the first time in years.

“Frey… is the name of a Norse deity,” Alice said, her voice close to a whisper. “I’ve heard it as a surname a couple of times, but…”

Grace swallowed again. “Are the spirit of a dead person?”

The piece moved to the upper right corner.

NO.

We looked at each other, our eyes asking a million questions we didn’t speak. If not the spirit of a dead person, then what?

“What type of spirit are you?” Grace asked.

L-U-S-T.

My jaw dropped in disbelief, and it was Noelle who voiced my thoughts.

“Lust? As in… an incubus spirit?” Noelle asked.

C-L-O-S-E.

“...A succubus spirit, then?” Alice asked.

The wooden piece moved to the upper left corner again.

YES.

“A… spirit of lust? A succubus?” Sarah muttered.

Alice looked at me with a small, shaky smile. “It makes sense, don’t you think.”

“W-Where…” Grace spoke again, yet her words got caught in her throat. She looked at me for a brief moment, worry in her face, then down at the board again. “Where are you?”

O-L-I-V-E-R.

It was the confirmation we needed, the one we expected, but not sure it was the one we wanted. That said, I was the least surprised at the table. Everything I was seeing written on the board were things I’d never heard before, yet I knew were true.

“So… you’re possessing him?” Grace asked.

YES.

I kept my eyes on the board. I didn’t dare look at the girls’ faces, terrified they might be looking at me with fear. Yet…

“Are you going to hurt him?” Sarah asked, holding back the forcefulness of her voice.

NO.

“Why possess him?” Alice asked.

F-O-O-D.

“Food?” Mila asked to the table, not the spirit, not Frey. “She wants to eat Oliver!?”

The piece still moved towards the upper right corner.

NO.

A small pause for punctuation.

S-E-X-I-S-F-O-O-D.

“Sex is food…” Noelle read. She swallowed. “Right. If she’s a succubus spirit, then she would feed on sex energy or something like that.”

Grace took a deep breath to collect herself. “Are you the one… giving Oliver… sex powers?”

YES.

There it was. We tried the board because it was our first idea, yet we hit the jackpot immediately. I was possessed by a spirit of lust named Frey who was giving me powers so she could feed off of the sex I was having with women. It fit.

“W-Why Oliver?” Mila asked. “Why him?”

The pause here was longer, enough to make us believe Frey didn’t want to answer. We were wrong. We got a long answer instead.

G-O-O-D-K-I-D.

L-O-V-E-S-Y-O-U-G-I-R-L-S.

W-A-N-T-S-Y-O-U-A-L-L.

I-W-I-L-L-H-E-L-P.

I-F-E-E-D.

H-E-I-S-H-A-P-P-Y.

W-E-B-O-T-H-W-I-N.

Somehow it felt almost like my mom was both praising me and revealing shameful secrets about me in front of her friends, or at least the embarrassment felt similar. My face began to hear up and I looked down to hide it. I heard the girls chuckle.

“Are you messing with our minds?” Grace asked, though her voice now sounded much more composed, even somewhat friendlier.

NO.

S-U-G-G-E-S-T-I-O-N-S.

I-D-E-A-S.

Y-O-U-R-M-I-N-D-S-Y-O-U-R-O-W-N.

…

I took a deep breath and asked Frey questions of my own.

“Frey. Have I dreamt about you?”

YES.

“Should I remember you?”

NO.

Then it was true. All those times I’d felt like I’d had a dream yet woke up unable to remember anything… Those were encounters with Frey, weren’t they?

“Will you hurt these girls?”

NO.

“Will you hurt anyone?”

NO.

I didn’t know if a spirit could lie through the ouija board, but I didn’t think Frey was lying. Like I said, I felt like this was all information I knew and was only just remembering it. Frey and I had definitely talked before.

It was enough for me, at least.

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