The Crucible Alternate Ending

I lit some candles, and put my hands on the board.

"Mom please answer my calls."

The board glowed, I saw a dark figure escape the board.

"Your mother can't hear you no more."

"Shit."

I was dragged into the board, I didn't fight, nor did I scream, I haven't felt right since mom died, I couldn't grasp emotions anymore, I just felt numbness. My vision turned to black, I succumbed to the demon. I woke, I started to run, but I couldn't escape, the walls were closing in. I started to hyperventilate. I jolted up, I grabbed my necklace and pressed the pendent, it glowed in the midnight lit room. Brucie was sitting were the board was. She looked annoyed, she told me not to speak with mother, but the lose drove me mad, I had to speak to her again.

I thought maybe I was strong enough to still talk to her."

"Come with me, I have to show you something."

I got out of my bed. I grabbed the candle from my bedside and lit it. Brucie held my hand tight making sure I don't disturb the spirits in the house. Everyone was here, mom, dad, siblings, they called for me knowing I was the only survivor of this house of horrors. I knew the monsters that laid beneath the house. I enlisted the help of Brucie a few months ago, she was here to repair this broken home, and guide the spirits to their rightful place. Earth isn't for the dead, yet they are still here acting as though they're alive and they didn't die three long years ago. When the house is silent you can hear the organ being oh so gracefully played. My mind started to wonder though each room of the house, the kitchen where mom used to spend every waking hour in. The music room where dad maintained the instrument so carefully like one day people would come and play them, but that day never came, the house was always painfully empty. The house never quite lived to be the house my parents wanted, dust bunnies always danced across the floor, shelves were always slightly crooked even when you fixed them. My parents were from high class families that always had some party to host. Their children were disappointments, for we