know whom, that thing used to belong to, don't you?"
Jessica Stephens? Well it used to belong to her Uncle Jack. My Dad
said that he'd always had a problem with his weight and after using
this thing a couple of times, he lost complete control of
himself and ballooned to a whopping 600 pounds.
exactly one year on from the last time he used the board and my
Dad says that the funeral director didn't have a coffin big enough
for him, so they just buried him in an old piano box."
that's just a scare story that your Dad told so you'd never use
of Lana Powell's brace caught the broken rays of the afternoon sun
as she forced a nervous smile towards her friend who was pre- occupied
with removing the lid to the box that sat on her lap.
were enjoying the best Sunday yet of May in the grounds of the local
stately home. They sat cross- legged under an impeccable oak besides
a bejeweled lake and watched with anticipation as the lid was removed
from the aged Mystifying Oracle.
cast the empty box on the ground beside her pleated skirt and dropped
the board on her crossed lap. She carefully placed the heart- shaped
planchette on the black text that ran in between the moon and star
images. She made Lana jump by abruptly snatching her wrist.
tip of your little finger on the heart Lana." Diane said flippantly
as moths and splendid insects formed a dazzling halo above her head.
know about this Di. These things are bad news - they predicted the
death of Sylvia Plath you know."
such a dreamer Lana… this is just a bit of fun and if it works,
think of the tales you can tell at school tomorrow. Right, "are
there any communications?" Diane boldly asked the layers of emerald
adorned oak above her head.
at first. Lana looked relieved. Then the planchette moved abruptly.
First one way, then another. It began to spiral arbitrarily; it
moved in elongated swirls before tentatively settling on the image
of the benign sun.
that yourself." Lana ejaculated tremulously, hopefully and expectantly.
"No I didn't
silly, just pay attention and be quiet for moment." Diane spoke
out with confidence.
plastic planchette began once again on its unguided course before
quickly picking out letters from the arced selection of letters.
on, confused and relieved that the thing wasn't making any sense.
you suppose that means then?"
simple isn't it? URFRND, it means 'your friend'.
then, ask it another" Lana's confidence was building.
dead or alive?" Diane dared the board.
like this Di, why can't you ask it something nice - it's already
told us that it's our friend" Lana irked by her friend's cruel questioning
noticed that the abundance of flies, insects and moths that has
so recently been jovially congregating above the girls' heads had
hastily dispersed. But before she could fully acknowledge this anomaly,
the planchette took her by surprise with a swift movement.
that mean Diane?" Lana said with a distinct air of discomfort.
in a low ominous tone. "He says he's my friend… but not yours."
to stop playing this daft game now Diane." Diane tightened her grip
on Lana's hand, so she was unable to pull away from the board.
you like Lana… what is going to happen to her?" Diane pressed the
board with a cruel smile.
commenced its lugubrious journey along the honey- blonde maple surface
of the board.
of the mansion carried a solemn air of grandiose foreboding. The
birds had ceased their song and the even though the sun still shone
brightly the sparkle of the waters' ripples had become dulled.
trill of nearby children's laughter fell quiet and as a large malevolent
cloud loomed on the horizon, throwing an oppressive blanket of darkness
over the manor grounds, a piercing falsetto scream tore through
eyes, normally small and serene, dominated her face. Wide and searching,
they'd lost their innocence. Diane jumped to her feet and in doing
so the Ouija board fell from her lap and turned face down in the
dirt. She shielded her face from the horrific ballet of terror that
was unfolding of the face of Lana.
on by, leaving her friend clutching at some invisible matter- less
in the air. Diane only stopped running from the wild cacophony of
evil once she was safely at home, alone.
you were running, did you look back at all?" Diane's boyfriend quizzed
somewhat doubtfully whilst taking a sip of his coffee.
the thing, as I ran, terrified at what had just happened, I glanced
back over my shoulder and Lana was still sat there, with her back
to me, her legs were still folded and she was scraping at something
beside her head. You see, this was fifteen years ago, we were just
schoolgirls then and I thought Lana had just been spooked real good.
As I ran, looking over my shoulder at her, a fantastic Murder of
Crows stealthily glided over my head and began settling in the tree
in which Lana was sitting beneath."
a pretty good 'orror tale you've got there Di, you ought to try
selling that one… so what happened to ol' Lana then?"
of a heart attack under that oak on the very same day aged only
thirteen. My Dad told me years later that rigor mortis had set in
so severely that the doctors simply couldn't unlock her fist to
remove the red, heart shaped planchette that she had held onto whilst