Crystal stood still as she saw the planchette move on its own. It spelled out her name. She didn't know if her mind was playing tricks on her. The planchette stopped moving. Crystal waited to see if it would still move, but nothing. She felt her heart beating nervously and excitedly.
She put down her phone, sat before the Ouija board, and put her fingers on the planchette. "Did a spirit just communicate?" The young woman wanted to slap herself; she thought it was a stupid question. Suddenly, Crystal felt the planchette move on its own. It landed on "Yes."
Her lips were slightly apart; her eyes were wide. "Oh, man." She didn't know what to think; she didn't think it would work. "Um, okay. What should I ask next?" she asked herself.
Then, the planchette moved and spelled out. "Afraid."
Crystal realized that the ghost was asking if she was afraid. She remembered reading that many spirits and demons fed on the fear and anger of the living; it would give them strength. Crystal took a deep breath. "Excited. Now, onto business. Are you a good or bad spirit?"
There was no movement from the planchette for a while. Crystal was about to ask again, but it then moved. "No."
This confused her. "No? Are you a spirit?"
"Yes."
"I see. When you say 'no,' does it mean you don't want to answer that question?"
"Yes."
Crystal realized that the spirit was intelligent; she had to be very careful. She didn't know what entity she was dealing with. Crystal took a deep breath. "Okay, fair enough. I will be upfront. I came here for a purpose. I am here to see if what Ronald DeFeo Jr said was true, that voices told him to kill his family, that he was possessed. Simple question; do you know Ronald DeFeo Jr?"
"Yes."
The young woman nodded. "We're getting somewhere," she told herself. "Is Ronald DeFeo Jr truly innocent?"
There was no movement for a couple of minutes until the planchette moved. "Yes."
A cold chill ran down her spine. She didn't know what to think. "Okay, were you the one who possessed him?"
"No." Then the planchette moved to other letters; A-N-S-W-E-R."
The ghost didn't want to answer. Crystal let out a huff. "Okay, is there more than one spirit here?"
"Yes."
The young woman was excited as she looked at the board; she took a deep breath and asked if Ronald DeFeo Jr was evil. She waited for an answer, but there was no movement. It frustrated her, and she was going to put the Ouija board away, but then the planchette moved.
T-O-M-M-O-R-R-O-W.
The young woman stiffened; her eyes widened when the planchette moved. "You want me to come tomorrow?"
Y-E-S. The planchette stopped moving; Crystal knew whatever was communicating with her had enough. She thought that it was best not to press the issue. She got all her belongings and her phone and left the room. The house was lit with dim lights, and she noticed Adan outside the front yard with Bobby.
Once outside, all three went inside the car; Adan and Crystal sat in the back. Bobby noticed how quiet the two were. "So, have ya found anythin'?"
"I had a connection with a spirit."
Bobby glanced at the mirror, looking at Crystal's reflection. "Don't tell me ya used the Ouija board." The young woman merely nodded. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Even supposed psychics wouldn't use those things; they're dangerous."
"I know Bobby, but I need to get to the bottom of the mystery of whether Rodney killed his family. I mean, don't you want to know?"
The older man sighed as he turned right and reached their destination. "I sure do, but not if it means one gets hurt. Just don't use that thing anymore; it's no good news. Ya gotta find another way."
Crystal nodded as she left the car. Adan sighed. "She's not going to listen, Bobby. When she starts something, she has to finish it."
Adan was about to leave the car, but Bobby spoke up. "Look, I know it's none of my business, but ya have to be careful. Ya, I also gotta keep an eye on her. I feel that there's somethin' in that house, and if what ya both say it's true, then ya both can be at risk."
Adan was quiet for a bit. "Yeah, try telling Crystal that. She won't listen to me. See you later." He went off. Bobby watched as the two went to their place. The older man drove off back home, but he was thoughtful. Memories came back to him the day he found Ronald...
Bobby was a young police officer who completed his first year. He patrolled the streets at night until he was dispatched to the DeFeo family. The young Bobby has heard about the DeFeo Family and that they're good people, but there are rumors that Ronald DeFeo Sr can temper him.
Then, the eldest child and son, Ronald Jr., was quiet and reserved. Rumors spread around the neighborhood and even the police station that Ronald Jr had been acting odd that he would talk to himself.
Bobby made it to the DeFeo house at 6:30 pm. He got out of his patrol car and went to the house. With every step he took, Bobby felt a sensation of dread in the pit of his stomach. However, he kept on walking. He knocked on the door. "This is the police; we received a 911 call."
There was no answer. He called out one more time, but there was still no response. Bobby slightly turned the knob; it was unlocked. The young police officer entered while taking out his gun. The house was dark. "Police, is there anyone here?" The wrenching gut feeling got worse, but he continued to go upstairs.
He made it upstairs, and it hit him: blood stench. There were rooms on the upper floor; all had lights turned off. He turned one on. Bobby's eyes became wide open with horror. He saw Ronald DeFeo Sr and his wife Louise lying on their stomachs in bed, shot in the back. His heart was beating rapidly.
Bobby slowly took out his flashlight and went to each of the rooms. The Defeo children, Dawn (18), Allison (13), Marc (12), and John Matthew (9), were on their beds, shot either on the back of the head. Blood poured onto their beds.
"Wh-What in the hell!?" he told himself. Suddenly, Bobby felt a presence behind him; he turned with a gun in hand.
It was Ronald Jr. He stood but was wobbling.
"A-Are ya the one who made the 911 call?"
Ronald stared at Bobby; his eyes held no expression, but there were bags under his eyes. "He made me do it," he whispered.
"What?"
"He made me do it. He made me do it. He made me do it." Ronald Jr kept on repeating the same thing. Bobby got his walkie-talkie and called for backup. The police officer also handcuffed Ronald, who didn't resist.
Bobby felt that what happened in that house was not that long ago. He remembered how hectic it was when more officers arrived at the scene. It was surreal to him. Bobby couldn't forget what Ronald said. "He made me do it." He didn't understand what Ronald meant, but he didn't tell his other coworkers that a force hit him when he got a hold of Ronald. It was as if a force got out of Ronald.
Bobby then thought of the possibility that Ronald was not lying, that maybe something was in that house all along.
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