Kyndal sighed and nodded, convincing herself. She packed the board back up and crawled into bed, hugging her blankets around her. She glanced to the window above her and slowly pulled the blinds back, peeking out at the sky. Everything still felt so different...
She fell asleep a little while later, the TV in the background an actually comforting sound at the moment.

***
The next morning there was a scraping sound as the eye moved around the bored freely.
K Y N D A L ? K Y N D A L ? K Y N D A L ?

Kyndal stirred with a moan, the blankets thoroughly twisted around her legs, her hair messed up and her shirt spun half way around. She stared at the room for a long moment, until she realized the source of the sound that had woken her up. She went to crawl out of bed, but fell, her legs caught up. She landed hard on the floor.
"Fuck..." she muttered. She angrily kicked the blankets away from her and grabbed the box, pulling the board out. "What... the hell?"

K Y N D A L ?

Reaver asked. Finally he saw her through the eye. He grinned and moved closer. After failed attempts on the others, he went back to this one, and successfully contacted her again.

Kyndal frowned, tentatively touching the mover. "What do you want?" she whispered. "What?"

Reaver grinned and stepped closer, the pulling motion starting again.

H E L L O

Kyndal frowned. "What do you want?" she demanded again. She hated this feeling, it pulled all the way up to her elbows.

F R E E D O M

The feeling yanked at her.

S A Y M Y N A M E F I V E T I M E S

Kyndal shook her head, her eyes wide. She tried to pull her hands away but she couldn't... She wanted to scream and wake up her roommates for help. "Stop..." she gasped. "This... hurts...'

Reaver let go and sighed. She wouldn't say it unless he was gentle.

S O R R Y P L E A S E H E L P

Kyndal frowned, breathing a little hard from the pain, even though it slowly went down. "Reaver... you said you weren't human..."

I W A S

Reaver exhaled and closed his eyes, gnawing at the eye, clawing at the board.

P L E A S E M Y N A M E

Kyndal frowned, looking around. She quickly whispered his name five times and scooted back, terrified of what she had done.

The board shook and the eye lit up, the glass rattling and cracking. The room then began to shake, pictures falling off the wall, things rolling off the desk. The window cracked and shattered, glass bursting from into out.

Kyndal stifled a scream, terrified, and dove for the bed. She curled up with her knees in her chest. She buried her eyes in her knees. What did I do? Someone help!