Deadly Game, :|

I wrote this the other day, and it was going well, up until say, the second sentence. But, soon after, I started writing my best story ever. So anyway, here's the first and only page of Deadly Game.

NOTE: I still do not know how to spell 'weejy' properly, anyone who knows how to, help.

Deadly game
By Luke Labern

Prologue
‘Okay then, let’s do it,’ said Angela. She picked up the empty glass from the floor and turned it upside down, and placed it on the table.
‘Come on!’ Angela cooed as her friends looked nervously at each other. All five of them, Angela, Ted, Jo, Florence and Lukas placed their hands on the glass, situated in the middle of the table.

The table was round, with each letter of the alphabet spread around the edges.
The kids had dared to play the weejy board. Known for its spooky results, the game was popular in the ‘90’s with thrill seeking teens. But now, in the year 2011, its popularity had completely disappeared. Not many knew of did it, let alone played it.
After the civil war of Britain in 2005, after a botched election, many people died. In fact, twenty million people died. And most of them were teens in the ‘90’s.

But anyway, these kids had stumbled upon it, after they’d entered ‘Haunted houses’ in to a search engine online. The site they found was made back in they ‘90’s, and told of the weejy board, how to play it, and what had happened to those who played it. The kids thought it’d be a laugh, so they set it up.

The glass started to move. Ted started smiling as the others all moaned it shock, then burst out laughing.
‘That was me, you fools,’ he said, revealing it was him.
‘Urgh, shut up Ted! Now let’s do this for real,’ Angela ordered.

The glass moved again, to L. Lukas smiled. Again, the kids gasped, apart from Ted and Lukas. Lukas was intrigued, Ted was ideologically against believing it. Letter after letter, it spelled out Lukas.
‘Oh my god!’ Angela called, Lukas, its spelled out your name.
‘I know, genius,’ Lukas replied.

Suddenly, the table violently shook.
‘W-what’s happening?’ was the general direction the kids went in when they spoke.
A ball of what looked like lighting filled the air. Lukas was, against his will, rising into the air.
‘What the hell is happening?’ he screamed, moving closer towards the ball.
Ted tried to pull him back, but to no avail. Lukas was consumed by the ball.

"Ouija", I believe. At least something more along those lines.

I'll read this over when I have time. But then again, it is in The Shredder. Bum bum bum!

I never even contemplated 'Ouija'. That's sick, is what it is.