Gateway to Hell. Chapter 2

Chapter 2.







  
Alex hammered on Kendall's bedroom door. 
"Baby, the others have gone just let me in? If nothing else I need to see if you're ok?"
Silence.
The stairs creaked behind him, and Alex whipped around , blood pounding through his ears. He held his breath painfully in heart stopping suspense at the approaching footsteps, until finally  Morgan appeared over the brow of the stairs. Air hissed from between his teeth in relief.
" I've finished cleaning up, I've never seen a group of people leave so fast."
She whispered to Alex. Taking in his stricken features, her tone changed suddenly to more forceful inflection.
"Just go Alex, I'll make sure she's ok and get her to call you when she's calmed down. She needs some time to make sense of whatever went on down there in her mind."
Morgan took him gently by the shoulders, and walked him toward the stairs. He nodded at her wide eyed, relief now obvious in his expression as his shoulders relaxed and the tense angle he held his eyebrows fell away.  Content for now someone was taking charge of this mess.
When the front door finally clicked shut, Morgan tapped on her sister's door. The gentle 'click' of the lock being turned prompted her to turn the handle and step inside. Kendall walked back toward the bed where she scooted up into the corner, pulling her knees up to her chin in a defensive posture.
"I'm not sure exactly what went  on down there? I saw the board, heard the scream, and had a garbled explanation from Alex?"
She slid up onto the bed next to her obviously shaken younger sister. Morgan wanted to put her arm around her, comfort her in some way? She was clearly distressed, but something stopped her from reaching out to touch her. Morgan held strong beliefs about Ouija boards, tarot, and anything to do with spirits, knew they were not to be messed with, and had thought her younger sister had been wise enough to do the same.
" I got rid of the board. I told Daniel it would be best if he left when your friends did and told him to dump it somewhere on his way home."
Kendall nodded, her eyes lowered refusing to meet her sister's searching gaze.
"You need to promise me right now, you will never mess with anything like that ever again?"
She touched Kendall's cheek turning her face to meet her eyes. Heat sparked through her fingers where she made contact with her skin. Sucking in her breath sharply She whipped her hand back , hoping the gesture went unnoticed not wishing to alarm her sister any further. Not knowing quite where to put herself, she hopped off the bed, and stuck her hand in the back pocket of her tight designer jeans.
"I promise." Kendall's voice was scratchy, having not spoken since her ear splitting scream. Morgan nodded and headed toward the door. With one last furtive glance toward her sister, she left her alone clicking the door shut softly behind her. Morgan studied her hand, the fingers that had made contact with Kendall hot and stinging from the heat. She balled her hand into a fist, before flexing her fingers out again, and letting out a long shaky breath before heading to her room.
Kendall's hand shook violently as she extended her right arm. Slowly she gripped her sleeve and began to roll it up . When she felt it stop at her elbow she lowered her eyes to the bare skin she had exposed. Her pale blue eyes widened in sheer terror at the 3 inch gouge straight down the middle of the soft skin of her forearm. The skin furrowed at the edges of the gaping wound like lips pulled back to expose an unsmiling mouth mocking her own horrified grimace.