Hallucination

The next morning, Gerard woke up with his blankets nicely out over him, his mess was cleaned up, and his alarm was set to wake him up at seven for the concert. "who's doing this," Gerard murmured to himself, trying to tie his tie. Gerard didn't really know how to tie and tie, which sucked. "Gee you have five minutes," Gerard's mother yelled from the kitchen. Gerard rolled his eyes his eyes, yelling back "I know mom,".

He pouted, giving up on his tie. He sat on his legs on the ground, arms crossed. He sat there like an annoyed little bitch. "here," a voice mumbled. Tattooed hand came from across his shoulders, tying the tie. Gerard looked up at the man above him. Frank. "I went to Catholic school when I was younger, I know how to tie a tie," Frank said with a smile.

He looked at his lap. He gulped, feeling swear began to drip down his forehead. Was he hallucinating? No! He couldn't, he mustn't be. Maybe it was Mikey and he miss saw things. Gerard was just had an imagination. He wasn't crazy, he was....just seeing things.

"...Gerard?,". Gerard mother said standing in the door way. Gerard kept his eyes on his hands in his lap. "hmmm," Gerard said. His mother walked over to him, putting her arm on his shoulder. "is everything okay..." she asked worried about her son. "yes mother. Everything's alright," Gerard said, standing. His mother smiled in relief, "okay," she said standing up,"nice job on your tie," and with that she began to walk out.

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Gerard got back around seven a clock. They went out to eat at Gerard's favorite restaurant celebrating Gerard being able to move up to senior choir. "I can't believe it," his mom said, with a smile from ear to ear. Gerard smiled looking down, "yeah," he said with his mind trailing off for a second, "oh mom play auditions are next week," Gerard said, finishing up fried Oreo dessert. His mom nodded, "if you get in this will be your what, twelfth play?," his father said. Gerard smiled nodding.

His father paid for the check, then drive over to Mikey friends Ray house before dropping Gerard back at home, "you be good alright," his mother warned. Gerard laugh a bit before nodding, "I will," he said. His father pulled into the driveway, "we will be back around 11ish," his father said. Gerard nodded opening the car door, "good bye," Gerard said before shutting the car door. His parents waved, staying, making sure Gerard got into the house alright.
Four hours. he had to make the best of it.

He ran up the stairs. His thighs jiggles as he ran up the stairs. Once he got to the hallway, he pulled down the ladder to the attic. He went up the ladder slowly, scared of what was going to do.

He entered the attic going to the board games. He searched for the ouija board in. the stacks of games. His parents weren't very religious(even though the boys went to a Catholic school) so when they bought the house it came with it, the kids were aloud to play around with it. It'd been four years sense Gerard laid a finger on it. But today he needed to.

Once he pulled out the box he sat down on the ground. He opened the box, pulling out what he needed from it and set it on the ground of the attic floor. He sat down and placed his hands on the pointer indicator. He was ready.

"a-are there any restless spirits in this house," Gerard said aloud. His hands began to shake, his whole body began to shake as he talked. But the piece didn't move. The house was silent.
Foots steps were heard. They came towards the entrance of the ladder way. Gerard sat there, trembling in fear.

A creaking noise was heard from the ladder as pressure was being on the steps. Tears began to form in Gerard's eyes, "you gotta stay strong," he mumbled to himself as the spirit came closer, "think happy thought," he said as the a hand came to the attic flooring where the entrance was.

"Hey gee," Mikey spoke up, coming up to the attic, "what are you doing," Gerard sighed in relief, "messing around with the ouija board...wanna join?," Gerard asked his little brother. Mikey shrugged, sitting across from Gerard, putting his hands in the indicator. "is there any spirits with us," Mikey said hopelessly. The indicator began to move. "stop doing that," Gerard said annoyed. Mikey's face went paler than Gerard's thighs, "I'm...I'm not,". Gerard's face was filled with shock, watching the indicator move intensely

. The letter it went to was I. "I," Gerard said aloud, watching it move to the next letter. E. E was the next lucky letter. "E," the Way boys said in unison, excitement build up in them watching the indicator move to its next victim of a letter. R. R was next, the way boys said it aloud again. Wondering what was being spelled before there very eyes. O. O was the last one. The indicator stopped moving. Mikey looked at the indicator shocked, "eye-roo," he said thing to make sense of what was just spelled. A voice in Gerard's head said it differently. "Eye-year-oh," he said, "it's pronounced as eye-year-oh,".

Notes

shitty chapter i know i know