“Don’t you be messin’ with no Ouija board,” Grandma admonished them, “those things are the Devil’s playground.”
Judith and her friends rolled their eyes at each other as they headed up to the attic of the old house in their pajamas for a slumber party, the Ouija board already hidden away in the rafters.
Judith wondered how her grandmother could possibly take a board game so seriously; all the kids were doing it, and it was all in good fun.
Soon they were sitting in a circle on the floor, Ouija board and planchette in the center, candles at each corner, inviting spirits to come and join them and asking questions about a classmate who had disappeared and was rumored to be dead.
At first they were nervous and giggly, not taking the movement of the planchette too seriously; then the air got heavy, and it slowly spelled out, “I have taken him, and if you seek him I will come for you as well.”
The girls looked at each other in terror as sulfurous smoke began to fill the attic, activating the smoke detector in the hallway below.