The Contact

Donald Wattershed was father of six children which consisted of three boys and three girls. Donald had a wife but she passed away two decades ago and he never married again. As Donald aged he found the pressures of life too much. His kids were already grown up but as they aged they developed all sorts of personal problems. One of his daughters named Nancy was dumped by her fiancee on their wedding night and her life went into a tailspin as she became depressed and eventually became addicted to valium. After three years of failed therapy she was forced to live with her father Donald. His two other daughters had problems of their own. Dayna, his youngest daughter was a floozy and had four kids with four different men. She was now living with Donald as well and would go out when she pleased leaving him alone with the kids. His third daughter, Sarah, was a bum and said she did not want to work for a living and chose gambling as her profession. She also lived with him.

​As for his three sons? His oldest, Darren was unemployed most of the time and was always scamming the government for welfare handouts. Donald's second son Ray had dreams of being a musician, but never actually practiced playing an instrument, always saying he would start practicing when he felt ready. He worked one shift a week at a car wash. And Donald's last son named Bruce had six kids but took care of none of them and refused to work so he would not have to pay child support. Another big time delinquent loser.

Finally at the age of 66, with all of his kids still living at home, none of them working, Donald put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. 

In his will he left all of his money to a charity. His kids were desperate and wanted to communicate with him for advice and direction so they sought professional help in the form of a seance through a necromancer.

That night the necromancer arrived to the house where Donald once lived, it was the only possession that he had left to them. They necromancer and the six kids gathered around the table. The candles were lit and the lights were dimmed. The necromancer told the kids to put their hands on the table as he started the seance. As he spoke, trying to communicate with the spirit of Donald, one of the candles blew out. Minutes later one of the daughters screamed that she saw father's face in the candle flame. Seconds later a ghost appeared over the table. The kids looked in horror as it was their father. There he hovered with an angry look on his face. He then spoke in a ghoulish voice, "Leave me alone you lowlifes, can't you see I'm dead. Don't ever try to contact me again."