Well, when you’re desperate
you’re…

“Me,” he said

He was alone in the room and lonely enough
to have bought one of those
Ouija boards from some old woman
who called herself a medium

It was time to try it
out

All he hoped for
was a
sexy ghost that would haunt him,
maybe hurt him a bit,
he wouldn’t mind

Anything just to
take away the soul-crushing
loneliness

Anything!

He said the prayers exactly as the
medium instructed and
did the breathing exercises
and was ready to
use the board

he moved the piece
to spell HELLO

got no answer

Looked around the room

Nothing

Again, he spelled HELLO. IS ANYONE
HERE? ANYONE AT ALL?
ARE YOU FEMALE?

Nothing

Nothing new at least. Only more loneliness
and more frustration
and

lower down the rabbit hole of
misfits he slipped

WELL
FUCK YOU!
he spelled

and jammed the pointy side of the
piece into his eye
and rammed his face into the board
driving it further into his skull

After his body was
found
the media concluded that the Ouija board
must’ve been really
cursed
and the poor boy had summoned a ghost
or some demon
or something like that
and it killed him

Well,
they weren’t too far from the truth

And the saddest part of
all was that
the story was
powerful enough to make other lads
like him
try out Ouija boards just like
him

He was now a legend
among those
circles

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