The basement of the antiques shop was
jam packed with 15th century weaponry, clothes from the 1920’s, and
a few super old board games that could be worth a few grand after four or five
decades. I was looking for a chess set, or at least something that could be
like a chess set. All I needed were some figurines to play as the pieces and
something that could be the board. I wanted it to be unique and me. I didn’t
want it to be something that someone else would be able to get if they had the
right kind of currency. Yes, there are different forms of currency out in the
world that can get someone something better than someone else’s currency. Some
people prefer drugs to cash.
Well, I got something unique
alright. It was a rosewood Ouija board. All I would have to do once getting
home would be to cut and glue it to the right size, proportion, and flip some
of the pieces over so that the back would be the front and the front would be
the back. I could make it checkered. I had picked out a bunch of figurines that
at least shared something in common with the side they were going to be part
of. The white side was mostly blue and white. They were Victorian men, women,
dogs, and buildings. The black side had a more fairy tale theme. I found a werewolf
figurine and I couldn’t part with it, so that was pretty much what nailed it
in. I gave him a name as soon as I picked him up. I mean, when would you ever
come across a werewolf figurine? That’s pretty freaking awesome!
Placing everything on the Ouija
board, I walked upstairs like a skilled waitress who would probably make a
great plate balancer. The woman who rung me up made comments on each thing she
typed into the cash register, making me feel confident in my purchases and
looking forward to another visit. When she got to the Ouija board she realized
that the planchette, that pointer thing, wasn’t there. She asked me why I didn’t
want it, and I told her it wasn’t there when I was browsing around. Luckily, I
told her I had some spares at home, because she had this sad and disappointed
look that said, ‘I can’t sell this if a part is missing.’
Once I got home, I made sure I had
everything I would need to cut the board and glue it back together. I told one
of my friends what I was planning to do, because she called right before I was
about to go into surgery, and she said it was a bad idea. She was talking about
spirits and demons and a whole lot of crazy ripping out of the board if I went
through with it. I mean, c’mon. It’s not like I was actually going to use it to
summon spirits or anything. It’s not like that stuff is real.
At least that’s what I thought
during the surgery. And afterwards I laughed a bit to myself and placed my
little figurines in their proper places. I remember feeling so happy and proud
of myself. I even booped the little werewolf figurine on the nose before
running upstairs to take a shower. I really should have listened to my friend.
I didn’t even reach the top step
before I heard a growling noise, some screaming, some barking, some tinkling
laughter, and the cracking of wood. Looking back on this part of my life, I
feel like I was acting like one of those idiots in those horror movies who are
told not to do something, but do it anyways because of how blind they are. And
man, was I blind. If I were . . . still alive I . . . would . . . pro . . . ba
. . . bly . . . be . . . leive . . . m . . .o . . .r . . .e . . .
“We should probably stop playing
now. This is getting creepy.” Lindsay croaked as she kept her fingers on the
Ouija board, next to Bianca’s. They had gotten it out of the attic, something
left over from the person who had lived there before them.
“Stop being a baby. I know you’re
moving it! Nice story by the way,” Bianca said as she ripped her hands from the
board. “And there is no reason to believe in something that’s not real!”
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