Hard as an Ouija Board
“Giselle, you moved it!” “No, bitch, I did not fucking move the thing. It moved by itself!” “Well, what is it trying to say to us?” A peal of thunder barked outside, and a flash of blue-white light consumed the solitary dormer window stuck in a recess of the musty attic. Accompanied by a four-part harmony of shrieks, the girls leapt in surprise. A fine misting of dust puffed up from in between the aging floorboards as the quartet made it back down into their own respective skins. Each of the girls looked at the other with their own flavor of a stunned expression. Claire would be the first one to speak, a smile cracking across her expression as she spoke. “Holy fuck, it’s crazy that just happened, right?” Claire giggled excitedly. She reached up …