Ouija Heebie-Jeebies

Instead of studying Steinbeck the class was gathered round a Ouija Board. Trying to raise….well, god alone knows what we were trying to do. But there we were.

The planchette had found its second wind. We were entranced, but what would it spell out? Thirty voices repeated each letter.

‘J’ ‘A’ ‘C’ ‘K’ ‘I’ ‘E’

Suddenly we were shocked by a deafening crash behind us.

Jackie Stott, tall and willowy, had gone down and hit the floor hard.

I’d still like to ask Mr. G why he organised a séance during English class.

But I don’t have a Ouija Board.