Hmm, I must really be in the Halloween mood this year. Haha, seriously – but I really do need to do more turtle tot fictions I do believe. It is too much fun to play around with the little versions of our favorite turtles.

Once more I am Turtlefreak121 and I have a useless one-shot for you all to read. Happy Halloween!

TMNT © Mirage Studios
story © Turtlefreak121

Ouija Board

In all of their ten years of sewer dwelling, the young mutants had not been allowed to stay up and watch the nighttime horrors that ran as a looped marathon through the month of October. This year, however, would be the year that they would have all the fun and amusement that they had missed out on for so long.

After all, Master Splinter had told them that they could stay up all the way to eleven tonight!

If only they had known which specials were the best ones to watch that night.

Donatello took his turn looking over the TV Guide with a certain amount of analytical skepticism. His brothers usually regarded his opinion as the logical approach and, in turn, he did his absolute best to be just that.

“Master Splinter says that this channel is for classic movies,” he said, “it must have the best movies then!”

“But they’re all black and white!” Leonardo replied before taking the guide from his brother and looking it over, completely ignoring Michelangelo climbing over the others for his own look at the guide. “We should watch Cartoon Network, it’s got something called Goosebumps on, too!”

“Whoo!” Mike grinned as he tried to push himself up by using Don and Raphael’s shoulders. “I like both! Let’s watch both of them!”

“We can’t!” the others hissed.

Don looked to Raph and blinked curiously at how little involved he was with choosing the scary movies for the night. This was a particularly bizarre instance considering that it had been Raphael who was the forefront of the movement to staying up late on Halloween.

“What do you want to do, Raph?” he asked.

Raphael grinned and directed his thumb toward the board game shelf at the other end of the living room. The others cocked their heads to the side in confusion over what any of the board games could do with Halloween.

“You wanna play Monopoly?” Mike questioned.

“No, I don’t want to play Monopoly!” Raphael snorted in reply before growing a snide grin. “I want to play that one board game that Leo and I found in the sewers.”

The three looked at each other warily, for they all knew what game he was referring to. It was the ghost game, the Ouija Board. It had been dropped through a manhole and the two brothers had come across it while playing tag one day.

Master Splinter had said not to play it because something odd had caused the original owner to abandon it like that.

“But Master Splinter said,” Leo began to object only to have a primordial growl emerge from among his brothers.

“Master Splinter always says something, Leo!” Raphael pointed out before waving his hands at his brothers’ reluctance. “Forget you guys, you’re just chicken! I’m going to talk to some ghosts!”

The remaining brothers looked confusedly to one another. They did not want to be called chickens but they did not want to disobey sensei at the same time. Also, deep down, they all did not want to anger any ghosts that might be there.

Leonardo was the first to harden himself. “I’m not a chicken, Raph!” he protested before walking over as his red clad brother pulled the Ouija Board’s box from the shelf of games and blew the thick dust from its covering.

“It doesn’t work anyway!” Don skeptically muttered before curiously coming after his brothers, leaving Michelangelo behind.

“Guys!” he whined as he came over to them. “I don’t want to play with the ghosts – let’s watch Goosebumps!”

“No!” the now three determined brothers harmonized as they continued to get the game out.

Raphael looked over the simple board in confusion as they laid it out. “It looks boring.”

“You’re the one who wanted to play, Raph, don’t stop it now!” Leo snapped at his brother.

“I don’t like this, guys,” Mike whimpered as he sat down at his corner while the others did the same.

“How does it work?” Leo asked Don who was reading over the directions, ignoring Mike’s fearful moans.

Donatello frowned and looked at the board questioningly. He reached over and grabbed the small, heart shaped piece of wood from the box. “We’re supposed to put our hands on the corners of the ‘planchette’ – guess that’s this thing – and ask a question to the spirits,” he responded. “The ghosts are supposed to answer.”

“Sounds simple,” Leo summarized.

“Let’s do it,” Raph grinned.

“Let’s not,” Mike replied shakily. “I don’t have any good questions for them anyway!”

“Can it, Mikey!” Raph growled as Don placed the planchette on the starting position on the board. “We all touch a corner?” he asked his willingly participating brothers.

“Yeah, and we let the spirits guide us,” Don rolled his eyes.

“Okay…” Leo muttered as he touched a corner. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” Don replied before grabbing his own corner, letting Raph get the last. Seeing the relieved look on Mike’s face, Don smirked at him. “You could grab my end with me, Mike – I promise nothing will happen.”

“Ugh,” Mike responded before doing so reluctantly. He glared at them. “Don’t play tricks on me, you guys.”

“We won’t!” they grinned cheekily, crossing their fingers behind their backs.

“Leo, you ask the first question since you’re the oldest,” Don suggested, prepared to have this evening over with and to watch some actual scary movies with their extended bedtime. “It’s one of the unspoken rules of playing.”

“That hasn’t been established yet,” Raph muttered.

“Okay,” Leo said, his chest filling at the suggestion of unspoken authority. He blinked, thinking deeply on the subject before drawing a question. “Umm… Do you have anything to say?”

“What a loser question,” Raph growled before the four brothers felt their hands compulsively move.

There was a stunned silence as they stared down at the Ouija Board and saw that the magnifying glass on the planchette was reflecting “Yes.”

Just as they began to grasp what had just happened, they felt their hands move again toward the letters.

‘H’, ‘A’, ‘P’, ‘P’, ‘Y’, ‘H’, ‘A’, ‘L’, ‘L’, ‘O’, ‘W’, ‘E’, ‘E’, ‘N’.

With a collective cry, the three released the planchette and ran quickly to the kitchen in utter surprise. Their minds were reeling, unable to accept what had actually just happened. Together Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo peered over the corner to see Michelangelo on his shell laughing.

“You jerk!” Don growled.

“Mikey, I’m gonna kill you!” Raphael declared angrily.

“THEN you can use the Ouija Board all you want!” Leo disdainfully agreed.

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A/N: ;P Happy Halloween!