You know what they say about curiousity...
OUIJA
by Cheryl Kaye Tardif
Last spring, while packing away my aunt's belongings at her lakeside cottage, I discovered this letter in a box of old party games…
February 13, 2004
To Whom It May Concern:
If you found this letter, it means I'm dead.
Plain and simple.
It’s after me!
It all started with that gawdforbidden Ouija board. The board that my best friend and I found in her attic.
Let me make somethin clear, first off. I'm not crazy. I'm of sound mind. Maybe not sound body though. I'm not crazy and neither was Liza. I'm as sane as you, whoever is reading this, and what I'm about to tell you is true. TRUE! Not one word is a lie.
"Liza," I said. "It’s 3 o'clock in the gawddamn morning!"
"Why do I have to come over now? Can't it wait until morning?"
I sat up in bed and turned on my lamp. " Liza, you there?"
She sounded scared, more scared than I ever heard her before, and her voice gave me a chill up my spine...
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