Hard as an Ouija Board
“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...