My gran's Ouija board brought her a friend when she was lonely.

My Gran was obsessed with the Supernatural. She always was. I used to stay up late at night watching the ghost hunting shows on t.v. with her as a child, when my parents were busy. <br><br>About a year ago, Gran's husband, my Pop, died. He was a sweet man, and I honestly couldn't have asked for a better grandad. I loved him so much. But when he died, Gran was heartbroken. She went a bit crazy after he passed.<br><br>She started buying tarot cards and Ouija boards and crystals. Saying she wanted to contact Pop's soul to make sure he was okay. She also claimed that Pop's soul visited her. I know she was lying though. When Pop was alive, he always laughed at Gran's creepy interests. He'd never come back, even if he did believe in that stuff.<br><br>One night, I was staying over for the night. I was probably about 13. I started walking past the living room to go to the bathroom, when I saw Gran sitting on the couch alone, staring raptly at a small board on the coffee table. She was talking to....someone. She asked questions to someone I couldn't see, laughed, then said stuff back that made me really confused.<br><br>"Bob? What do you mean I should go out more? I'm ninety-three years old. I've done my fair share of dating." Then she laughed, then said. "Okay Bob, deal." Then she started talking to Bob about how I was doing in school, what she thought about the new neighbours, what was happening in her life. It didn't seem like she was making it up. <br><br>I tried to get out of there really quick, but she saw me. "Belle!" She cried. "Come talk to Bob here." <br><br>I shook my head and said. "No, I'm good, thanks." <br><br>"Bob, do you think they should go out more?" She asked. Then paused, and smiled. "Bob says you should go to school more." <br><br>I scoffed and asked. "You know you aren't going to talk to the Afterlife, Gran. You're wasting your time."<br><br>She smiled. "I don't even care if it isn't real, Belle. Sometimes, I get so lonely. I just....I miss your Pop." <br><br>I didn't know what to say. I said okay and went to the bathroom, then back to my room. As I went to sleep, I heard Gran talking to Bob the whole time. <br><br>After that, Gran mentioned Bob pretty much everyday. I thought it was a joke at first, but over time I started to seriously wonder if she was getting a little too into it. She'd get upset if she couldn't find her Ouija board, always saying that Bob was calling to her, that he missed her. <br><br>Sometimes she'd say back weird things when she was talking to Bob, like how he was impressed by Napoleon's conquests. Or that he liked her cooking, even though she wasn't good at it. I'd wonder who Bob was. I asked her about him, but she'd just say he was a nice man.<br><br>She'd talk to him for hours about things, and it honestly got a little creepy. I'd try to change the subject, but she'd always end up back on Bob. I wondered if maybe she should see a therapist, she was a bit too obsessed. But she was my Gran, and she had been through a lot. I just wanted her to be happy.<br><br>For the last few weeks, she's been saying Bob's been asking her to do stuff. Go to the park, go dancing, go out and see the world. Sometimes she'd go, sometimes she'd say no. She'd been doing it more and more, going out to see stuff, and that was good. I was proud of her.<br><br>But yesterday, something weird happened. When I came home, I was feeling really tired. So I went to bed early. But this morning, I woke up to my Gran's shrieking. She's not the kind of person to shriek easily, so....I immediately got out of bed and ran out to her, ready to defend her. <br><br>She was standing over the Ouija Board, shaking, staring at it. I didn't see anything, just the Board. But she was talking to Bob. I'd never heard her so scared before.<br><br>"No Bob! Don't! Please! I don't want you to! I was lonely, but now I have Belle!" <br><br>I asked her what was going on, to stop being creepy, but she didn't listen. She just kept talking to Bob, begging him to not do it. <br><br>Suddenly, she let out a shriek of joy. "Thank you Bob! You're too kind!" <br><br>I asked her what was going on, and she smiled at me, tears in her eyes. "I was asking Bob something," she said, "I was asking him to help me make a cake. But he got angry and said he'd take the ingredients for himself! I was so scared! But he forgave me. Isn't Bob a good friend, Belle?" <br><br>I got angry. This was insane. She was talking to someone who wasn't there. I realised that she desperately needed to see a therapist. I was going to make myself get her one, even if she hated it. <br><br>I went back to my room, utterly confused. Then, later on, I went out to get some breakfast. I opened the fridge, to find a full cake sitting inside it, with candles on it, lit. "Happy Birthday, Bob." Said the icing on the cake. <br><br>I didn't ask Gran about it, I just...ate the cake instead. I was hungry. I blew the candles out, and took a bit, and remember, tasted like a normal cake. I ate a few bites, and then I started to feel weird. Like, my whole body was disappearing. I looked down and saw I was fading. <br><br>I tried to scream but I couldn't, it was like my whole being was fading away. Then, just like that, I was gone. Then I was somewhere else. <br><br>I was lying on a small table in a room I didn't know, surrounded by about ten men. They were all in old fashioned clothes, like something out of a horror movie. I tried to scream, but I couldn't talk, I could hardly move. <br><br>"You were the tasty one, weren't you?" One of the men asked, smiling. "We've been waiting years for one of you to eat. And you fell for it." <br><br>I tried to struggle, but I couldn't. I was in so much pain. I tried to think about Gran, but it felt like years since I saw her. The men started cutting into me. I didn't feel any pain, but I could see them, and it made me sick. I tried to scream and struggle, but it was futile. I was gone. <br><br>I was brought back into my body, in my room, in my Gran's house. I lay there, gasping, shaking. Trying to remember what had happened. Trying to remember what Gran had said about Bob. <br><br>I stumbled down the stairs, determined to get her help. But when I saw her, she was smiling at me. "Belle! I've been so worried about you!" <br><br>I couldn't speak, all I could do was whimper. She tried to hug me, but I shook my head. She was insane. I had to get out of there, now.<br><br>I stumbled out the door, and didn't stop running until I got to the nearest house. I pounded on the door until someone answered. I begged them to call the police. The man laughed. "That's no normal old lady, kid. You should've figured that out ages ago. She's been buying human meat from the Butcher for years." <br><br>I shook my head. "N-no. I'm just...I need to get her help. Please, you have to call the police." <br><br>"I'm sorry, kid." He said. "But if they find you...it'll be the same as it was last time. You've been gone for years." <br><br>"I don't understand," I said. "I just....I just ate a cake."<br><br>The man sighed. "Listen. I'm going to call the police, but you need to get out of here. Stay with someone you know, but don't go back to her. She's not your Gran." <br><br>He called the police, and they picked me up. They asked me questions, but I didn't know what to say. In the end, they took me to a foster home. I didn't tell them anything, I was too confused. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to go. I begged them to take me back to my parents. <br><br>They said I didn't have any parents. That I'd been missing for years. And that I didn't have any Gran. I asked them if they were joking, but they just offered me a therapy session. I turned it down. <br><br>Right now, I'm sitting in my room, thinking about Gran, and Bob, and the cake. I wonder if it's true, if I really was gone for years. If she really isn't my gran. <br><br>But it can't be true. I don't know how much longer I can last like this.