How could a Sharpie and a shot glass turn a box into something malevolent? When you turn them into a Ouija Board, it becomes a Door to the unknown and all hell breaks loose. You don't know who or what is on the other side. And once it comes in, you'll have a devil of a time trying to get it to leave.
Kara needed a place to live and didn't have the time or money to be particular. She didn't know her new roommates well, but they weren't home much and the rent was cheap. She was home alone (again) one evening and pleasantly surprised when three of her friends dropped by for a visit. Kara mentioned that her roommates were a little odd, and seemed to be “into weird stuff”.
“What kind of 'weird stuff'?” Emily asked.
“I don't know for sure, but I just feel creeped out even when they're home,” Kara said.
“You didn't get the creepy feeling before you agreed to move in here?” Zoe asked.
Kara ducked her head, embarrassed. She hadn't thought to have these roommates checked out. She just needed a cheap place to crash that was close to work.
“Maybe it's not the roommates,” James suggested. “Maybe the place is just haunted, and that's why you're creeped out.”
The three girls' eyes lit up. A haunted apartment! How cool would that be in a few months when it was time to host a Halloween party.
“We could use a Ouija Board and try to make contact,” Kara suggested.
James left right away at the mention of the Board. The idea of it spooked him and he refused to take part in it. The girls tried to convince him that Ouija was just a bit of fun and teased him as he walked out the door.
“Do you have a board?” Zoe asked.
“I don't, but we could make one. They're not that complicated. We'll use one of my moving boxes,” Kara replied.
She grabbed a marker from a kitchen drawer while Emily and Zoe cut the side of an empty book box. Kara grabbed a novelty shot glass from the bookshelf to use as a Planchette. They finished drawing the letters, numbers and the Yes/No on the board.
Kara turned off the lights and placed lit votive candles on the coffee table. Zoe and Emily sat on the living room floor, facing each other. The board rested on their knees and Kara placed the shot glass/Planchette on it.
“How will we know one of us isn't moving the glass to answer our own question?”Zoe asked.
“I'll ask the questions while you and Emily hold the glass.”
She only asked one question: “Is anyone here who wants to talk to us?”
Something answered. At first, the ghost said it was an 8 year old boy. The girls felt sympathy for the poor lost little boy who couldn't find his mommy. But then, he started to get angry with the girls. The glass flew around the board, spelling out words no 8 year old should know.
“It's bouncing me off the glass!” Emily cried.
“It's doing the same thing to me,” Zoe said.
In seconds, the glass was repelling the girls' hands, as if they were magnets facing the wrong way. It was moving of it's own accord and the girls felt a chill they shouldn't have on a warm June evening. A breeze blew over the girls, blowing out the candles and leaving them in complete darkness. Fear left the girls breathless and the only sound in the apartment was the scratching of the glass against the cardboard, spelling messages they couldn't see.
“We have to stop. This was a bad idea,” Emily said.
Kara flicked her lighter on to make her way to the light switch. As soon as she flipped the lights on, the bulb popped and they were in the dark again. She lit the candles again. Emily took the board and tried to tear it in half, but the cardboard wouldn't tear.
“Give me your lighter,” Zoe said, holding her hand out to Kara. Zoe held the lighter to a corner of the board, but it wouldn't ignite. It wouldn't even smolder or char.
Kara ripped the board from Zoe's hands and flung the board off the balcony.
The girls shuddered as they heard it scream on its way to the ground.
They left five minutes later, but there was no sign of the board on the ground on their way out.
The next day, Kara came back to the apartment to pack her things. As usual, her roommates weren't home. When she opened the door, she found their Ouija Board on the coffee table, the shot glass gliding around the letters on it's own, spelling messages she didn't want to see.