A game they say
You play…on a dark and stormy night.
But the rain can’t keep away
The dead…who are looking for the light.
It was a night such as this many years ago. I brought my Ouija board to a cabin in Cape Cod. My best friend and I willing to give it a try; I knew it wasn’t a game; this metaphysical tool, so I came prepared, and read from a book…
We closed our eyes
And let go of all negativity.
We laxed our minds
So they may communicate with me
We opened the board, and rested our fingers gingerly atop the planchette. I studied his fingers, making sure he was not in control. He studied mine as well, and then movement! We laughed thinking of movies past and how stupid we felt.
Lightning danced outside the glass
And we jumped when something fell
To the window to see what had smashed.
Just a branch, not the opening of Hell.
Alas we returned to the table and the planchette on the board. Was this mere coincidence, or was there a driving force? I look at my friend…more serious than before, once again we rested our fingers, hoping this doesn’t end in a room full of gore.
We asked for a name
G – O – B – E – Z
Is what he gave.
So we paused and we thought
“You ask the question” I said.
Of the answer I’ll know not.
My friend asked GOBEZ, the spirit in tow…”When is my sister’s birthday?” The answer, I did not know. To the numbers the planchette went…9…1…7…7…8. “Is that it?” I hushed to my friend. “Shhh!” He silenced me, waiting for it to end.
To “No!” the curser flew
To “7” it remained.
9-17-78 was not her birthday
9-17-77 was the date.
The room grew cold; goosebumps on exposed flesh. I could tell he wasn’t moving it, and so this game was just getting started. My friend and I had plans to go to Rocky Point. To party at a theme park at the end of the week, and so we asked this kindly spirit…
“Gobez, how will our trip to Rocky Point fair?”
D - A - N - G - E - R
Was spelled, and read loud and clear.
We laughed and we smirked
But Gobez added more…
D – O – N – T - D – R – I – V – E
.
.
.
We thanked him for communicating with us, and just to be safe, we walked outside and inspected the car which appeared in ship shape. A week had passed and my friend calls me up. “We have a problem…” he said “I don’t know how, but my break lines were cut.”
I was shocked of course
So we set up the board.
To thank Gobez
For his last minute warn.
But just then when we said unto him that we were still planning to go, again he was vigil and wrote us a note…
D – A – N – G – E – R
Was spelled just like before
We laughed and we smirked
But again, he added more…
T – H – E - F – L – U – M – E
Our eyes widened...
...is our favorite thing to do.
8:00pm Gobez said…do not go on The Flume or we might end up dead. The day finally came, and we’re at the park, having fun well into the dark. We look at The Flume, it’s working just fine, when two girls look at us, and invite us on the ride.
We look at each other
But what the hell?
You only live once
And stepped over the rail.
My heart was racing
And had almost stopped
When the ride did cease
As we neared the top.
I looked down at my watch…
…and it was eight o’clock….
By: Jay Bird
Copyright © 2007
