Oh ouija board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their unearthly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
Their moans and screams
of the long nights.
Please bring me them this night.
I can feel cold breath.
Shrieks fill the silent night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
A little too tight.
Too tight…
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