Ouija Board


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     We had been up in the attic all day going through old boxes of stuff and looking at magazines dated from the ‘50s.  It had been interesting looking at the LPs we found and myriad other knick-knacks from our family’s stored history.  We even came across an old game–a Ouija board.  I had vaguely heard about this game from our parents years earlier and was curious to give it a try.  It was getting dark though, so we decided to call it a day.

       We brought the game downstairs, dusted it off and started reading the instructions.  We sat in the living room with one light glowing overhead.   We found that it’s used as a divination to attract spirits.  Wow!  Now we were really captivated.  To be more “intimate” we decided to rest the board on our knees and sitting close to each other, placed the planchette on the board and made a couple of sweeping motions across the board to get it “warmed up”.  The planchette, we learned, is the heart shaped device used to lightly rest your fingertips upon.  The spirits called forth would move it from letter to letter or the “Yes” and “No” choices to transmit the messages.  My sister was opting to go first and ask her questions of the spirit and I would write down the chosen letters.

       We sat with quiet but excited anticipation as my sister asked a spirit to join us.  The instructions had suggested asking easy yes or no questions or those easily verified.  It also said you may start receiving thought forms or images as you progressed with the session.

     “Do you have a message for me?” she asked.  The planchette remained motionless for several moments before slowing moving toward the “Yes” on the board and then rested there.  “Can you identify something in this room?”  The indicator went slowly from letter to letter spelling out the word “incense”.  It’s true, incense was burning!  “How old will I be when I marry”, she asked.  The indicator moved to “No”.  “Well that’s odd”, she said, puzzled, “I wonder what that means?”

       Suddenly an uneasiness swept over her.  She complained that her head hurt and that she had experienced a quick vision of something that she couldn’t quite make out but it had left her feeling edgy and anxious.  “I don’t want to go on with this game; I don’t feel comfortable.”

     “Sure”, I replied, putting it away, “no problem.”  But it certainly was intriguing, “let’s try it again sometime.”

     “Okay, sure,” she answered, “but I’m heading out first thing tomorrow morning, let’s get some dinner and turn in early.”

     Morning broke sunny and clear.

     “Have a safe trip, Sis”, I said, as I hugged and kissed her goodbye.

     Not an hour had passed when I received the call–a tragic accident on the highway.  No other cars had been involved.  My sister’s car had inexplicably gone over a steep ravine.  Even the safety guard rails couldn’t stop the car.

500 Word Fiction based on a prompt to write about a game that goes awry.  I never posted it after I wrote it.

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  1. jgavinallan

     /  May 6, 2011

    You know I am a fan of yours, but now I insist you read some of my work. Simply because you SCARED the living S_ _ T out of me. It is your punishment.
    Couldn’t you put that it was fiction in the beginning, in BOLD LETTERS.
    I was ready to pour from my eyes. I have been consoling a “dumped” friend all week.
    Being a good listener, I joined the waterworks on occasion. I was ready to do the same as soon as I read, “…I received the call-a tragic accident…”
    I guess what I am saying. This was your best

    Jaye—ooooo hugs for a great piece…but no x for you—to scary lol


    • Oh, wow–sorry you didn’t realize it was fiction. I’ve now changed the notice to bold black at end of story so it will catch the eye easier.

      So sorry about you almost pouring from your eyes, Jaye! I’m happy you liked it but sorry for your sad emotional state.

      And it is not a “punishment” to read your work!

      Hugs and love…


  2. Scarey. It’s fiction?


    • Yes, fiction, it was a prompt to write a short story on a game that turns out badly.

      I did use a Ouija board with some friends when I was a teenager–it scared us. We heard that it’s not a safe thing to mess around with so stopped “playing” with it.


  3. Yikes. Incredible story.

    My sister, cousin and I tried the Ouija board as teenagers, too. We asked who we would marry. Mine spelled out “God.” A bit of an overwhelming experience.


    • Wow, Victoria, that’s really amazing–given your (then) future relationship with Him.


      • jgavinallan

         /  May 7, 2011

        Girls, this is amazing. Victoria, you were fated to marry God. I feel close to you now.
        It wasn’t a Ouija that told me, but I still remember when my mother betrothed me.
        She said, (I think for good reason at the time), “got to hell.” I guess she wanted me to look for a prospective mate.(One with hooves)

        love from Jaye xo


  4. thats scary!
    One reason why I never ask to know what lies in my future.


    • Trying my hand at writing something scary! I guess it worked.

      I agree with you, Amropali–I don’t want to know–at least I don’t think I do…


  5. jgavinallan

     /  May 7, 2011

    excuse me…I guess I am so pious…I can’t write the statement—it is “go to hell”
    I want to be a writer?—maybe studying spelling should be looked into?

    sorry—xin lỗi


    • Sorry your mother saw fit to say those words to you, Jaye.

      And, we all make typos and grammatical errors don’t we? I’ve seen some pretty atrocious spelling errors from some very talented and intelligent people–it just happens–our brains know what we want to put down but our fingers don’t always follow suit!

      I’m just glad you’re over being scared.

      Bye bye,


      • jgavinallan

         /  May 7, 2011

        Thank you for the understanding—but–my mom had a very good reason—Woosh!
        I thought she was going to send me their—one-way ticket. lol



  6. awesome story gayle! did you read mine? i think you missed it.



    • Thanks, Trisha and I had missed yours somehow. I really love it–such a good job. You’re really good at thinking up scary ideas.


      • you were busy at home that time and i was not updating the blog myself so i forgot to remind you about this story.

        glad that you finally read it.


      • I’m glad I read it too. It was scary good! 🙂


      • did you checked the blue bell prompt from jingle?


      • Yes, I saw it this morning and have posted a true story that happened when my daughters were little. Hope you enjoy it–I’ll look for a story from you too.


      • i have been waiting when jingle will start it. hope it will bring some of us story addicts together.

        your is amazing. it must have been a lifetime experience. mine is up, fiction of course.


      • It really was an exciting incident. Who would ever think that hot air balloons would fly low over your house?

        I’ve read your great story now, Trisha. As I said, I’m glad it ended the way it did!


  7. Gripping as all heck…


  8. Good. It’s fiction……..we can now change the ending? 🙂 this was freaky scarey because I felt it….. When they are this close to being able to actually happen I am totally frightened. I don’t mean the ouija board thing but the sequence of events.


    • Yeah, it’s frightening to think that life can change that drastically in no time at all–that is very scary! Now, let’s not think about it anymore. 🙂


  9. Chillllllllllls!
    Good you declared it as a fiction.. I had started to panic how come you had played on that board.. Man, I feel they start communicating with me the moment I say Occult.. Isn’t that strange that my name begins with O?
    Ouija Board

    darn.. I started again………………………


    • You just can’t help yourself can you, Olivia? Don’t even try anymore–just let it out!

      Hugs… xoxo


  10. Oh, how scarey..an awesome short story my friend!! xx



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