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OuijaThis story may contain adult content. |
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| Wednesday, 23 April 2008 | |
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Night as finally fallen. It was ready. We had purchased a Ouija board, and were ready to use it. 'It could have dire consequences,' the old clerk had said. Yeah right. There were four of us: Mary, Flo, Roberta, and me, Jane. We were all in a circle, sitting around the mysterious board, the pristine Divining Glass sitting next to it. Though we were all so sure we had wanted to do this before, now we weren't as excited. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach as I looked at the bright, curly letters, and just for a second, it seemed that they were looking back at me. Finally, Roberta broke the silence. "I'll go first," she said, reaching for the Divining Glass. I flashed her a grateful smile, and realized that perhaps she was as uneasy about this as I was. Of all of us, Roberta was the least fortunate. She never did have that much money. She never could keep a boyfriend too much longer than two weeks. But, she was a great friend. She always agreed without sacrificing her free will, although we never argued. It was perfect. Anyways, she placed the Divining Glass on the spot indicated on the board. "Will I ever be married?" She kept her finger, ever-so-slightly touching the Divining Glass. It began to move, and, as per the included instruction pamphlet, Roberta removed her finger. It moved in a circle around its original position, then moved with slow intention until it was finally on top of the 'YES' written in curly script. "Yes," she whispered to herself, and I covertly smiled. I was glad that my friend was going to have good fortune, however long it took. Mary was the next one to speak up after the few minutes of eerie silence. "I'll go," Mary said, returning the Divining Glass to it's spot in the center of the board. Mary was always the drifter. She had been to almost all of the fifty states. I imagined it was hard, not being able to hold on to anything. I was determined to enjoy every day of her company. Mary asked, "When will I die?" This grim question surprised us- that's kinda not the sort of thing you want to know.When the Divining glass moved, it seemed to be more sure of its path. It traced a path across the board, leaving tracks in the thick layer of dust atop the board. Finally, it moved to the 'T' and came to rest. Tonight was the answer. "That's freaking me out," I said, backing away from the board. It no longer seemed bright and colorful to me- now it stared at me as I stared at it, and I could sense its malicious intent. Call it animal instinct.The others followed me, backing away from the board, all keeping an eye on it. Finally, Flo went to the board, and even I could tell that she was scared shitless. Not like she was trying to hide it though. Flo was perhaps the most average.She was neither rich nor poor; she didn't wear expensive clothes or cheap Wal-Mart tees; She didn't eat at the Olive Garden or McDonald's; it was strange.She was also surprisingly grim, more so than you'd expect a woman to be: She understood the workings of the world, read Anne Rule novels, and was just a lot more solitary than the rest of us. With a grim determination, she placed the Divining Glass on the indicated spot on the board. "Die, mother ******." It wasn't a question. The Divining Glass actually moved; it moved to two letters. No. Without warning, a scream echoed from the floor.I yelled too, and everyone else joined in. A hole, a black void into the abyss, opened in the board, and a pale hand reached out. With an obviously powerful force, it grabbed onto Flo's face. It wasn't a question- we had to stop it. I reached for my Korth Combat Magnum- loaded with 6 jacketed-hollow rounds- and aimed unsurely at the arm.This gun wasn't exactly in top condition, and my arms were shaking like all bloody hell. There was no way I could be sure. Flo whimpered, and the hand began to retract, ever-so-slowly, into it's little hideaway. It was now or never. I closed my eyes, and pulled. A silent thud, and I opened my eyes. Did I miss, or- even worse- had I hit Flo? I slowly peeked open my eyes, then let out an exasperated sigh. The hand was nowhere to be seen. The board was shattered, and- I guess you could call it blood- was on the floor. I was terrified like you would not believe. I was about to begin crying for my friend when she began to rise from the floor. She was shaken, and blood wept from a gash on her forehead, but she was otherwise okay. I guess we were all shaken by our encounter with the Ouija board. Flo was more outgoing afterwards, and was in a deep relationship- her first- within a week. From then on in, she always had many friends and began more varied in her tastes. Roberta, as promised by the Ouija board, fell in love and was married a year after our encounter. She became a very wealthy woman, and was able to retire at 30. Mary, like she had so many times before, gave us the bad news- she was moving on again. I could hardly imagine how she was able to do this every year. But, there was no stopping time. And, indeed, her motorhome was trundling off into the horizon, spewing out foul-smelling exhaust. As for me, things went the way they should have. I kept in touch with my friends, and we all Google searched on ways to heal adverse affects from a Ouija board. We all ended up wearing all white clothes- even shoes- and attended Church for a week. Maybe we would have laughed at ourselves, under different circumstances. The shards of the Ouija board are now buried six feet under ground, its spell broken. I will not tell you where it is, and wouldn't, even if I remembered where. It was also buried with the Divining Glass. I just hope no one has the courage to purchase a Ouija board, and make the mistake we girls had. Copyright 2008 The Author |
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