Spirits.
Entities.
Ghosts.
They look at us… to see if we look back.
If we do, it opens the door.
An Ouija board is a way of letting us look at them. It opens the door.
My roommate bought the game. My gut told me not to play. It’s just a game, but I didn’t want to take a chance.
Always listen to your gut. Always listen to your gut.
Last week the heart-shaped guiding piece fell on the ground. Before I could think, I touched it. I picked it up. When I set it down on the board.
It tugged.
Listen to your gut… Listen to your gut…
I moved it back, it tugged again. It wrote, “Hilf mir”.
I looked it up. It means “Help me” in German.
It attached to me. It was my own fault.
It won’t leave. It hangs on my back. I can feel it. It whispers all the time.
Some people look at it when I walk by them. They don’t know why.
But, it looks in their eyes.
Listen to me…
Help me.
1 comment:
This is great! I feel like this could be the beginning of a full story.
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