Sandy walks into a thrift shop and finds the perfect object to contact her dead husband.
|Walking into the little, out-of-the-way shop, Sandy felt a strong impulse to walk towards the back. She followed that urge until she spotted what she was looking for. It's perfect! Her hands shook as she reached out to remove her prize from the shelf. Looking at it, it felt right! She walked to the front of the shop where an elderly woman stood waiting at the counter and handed the lady cash. When the package was safely wrapped, Sandy left the store. She felt watched as she walked towards her car. When looking back, the little old lady sinister expression made Sandy walk faster. She wanted to get as far away as possible opened the door to her car. She made a U-turn and headed towards home.
Sandy reached home around midnight, berating herself for driving so far for a Ouija board that may not even work. Hmm, it's funny though, I had no intention to drive that far, but something kept pulling me towards that little shop. Why? She set the package down on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch. Should I do it now or wait until tomorrow? Her friend, Kerri, used to call this the bewitching hour and glancing at the full moon shining through the patio doors, it did give this moment the right atmosphere.
Why not!She opened the package, her brow furrowed while concentrating on the Ouija board. It sure looked old, and it had writing on it! Squinting, trying to make out what it said, she used her sleeve to rub off some of the dust that collected on it. It glowed a ghastly green for just a second — Shaking her head, "No, my imagination's playing tricks."
Anxious, she inhaled deeply, letting her breath out slowly, she put her hand on the dial and turned it to B, forward to O, then back — The board began to shake, the dial began to spin wildly — Sandy jumped up, moving away from the Ouija board.
When the dial came to an abrupt stop, it spelled out something Sandy couldn't decipher. Puzzled, she put her hand once more on the dial but jerked back when a high-pitched sound echoed outside, shaking the windows. The board shook once more, then stopped. Chills crawled up her arms as she waited for God knows what, her heartbeat fast, her pulse drummed in her ears. An eerie banshee-like call sounded, closer this time. Shaking like a leaf, Sandy crawled underneath her dining room table and cowered there. What could it be? What do I do?She rocked back and forth chanting, “Bob, Bob, Bob, please come help me.”
Nearby, a figure towered over one of the statues located in the garden. It moved closer and closer towards the house until it could see inside; taking one of its long talons, it scratched D I E in the window.
A crash of thunder, followed by lightning flashes, created a sideshow outside my window. I had just gotten home from my shift at the hospital and kicked off my shoes by the door. I padded into the bathroom to take off my nurse’s uniform and tossed it into the hamper. Stepping inside the shower stall, I let the spray sooth my tired body. Toweling myself dry, I put my long blond hair up into a messy bun and walked into the bedroom. I put on my favorite pink sweats, snatched my book off the night table.
I got comfortable on the couch and began reading where I left off. Half an hour later, the phone rang just as I got into an interesting scene; I moaned, skimming the page to find out what happened. Sighing, I grabbed my phone... “Hello?”
“Oh Ker-r-r- ri!” My best friend's voice wailed in my ear. “I j-just did something so stupid! I purchased this ancient Ouija board from this little out-of-way little shop the other day …” I waited for her to go on. Realizing I was tapping my toe, I stopped and asked. "Kerri, what's wrong?"
“I bought this Ouija board and played around with it just a wee bit. I turned the dial to B O and then it went crazy on me. I think it c-conjured up something all on its own, I can't explain what? You must see it for yourself. Can you pleeease come?"
I scolded her, “Ouija boards! Come-on, Sandy, they’re creepy! Why would you even want to…?”
“I know, I know!” Sandy interrupted. “Don't scold me, Kerri, but it’s the only way I could think of to communicate with Bob. Pleeease come, I’m scar…”
The phone went dead. “Sandy … Sandy … SANDY!” I screamed into the phone. Dropping the phone in disgust, I rushed over to the window, biting my lip as I sized up the weather outside. Oh, how I hated going out into that! I could hear the wind howl through the closed window. The rain was coming down in torrents, making it hard to see out. What should I do? My best friend needed me, and I can't leave her all alone with God knows what. Making up my mind, I didn’t bother to change. just grabbed my raincoat from the hall closet, scribbled a quick note for my husband, Phil, who was working late tonight at the office. I ran over to the couch to grab my phone, dropping it into my purse and opened the door. The wind was blowing so hard, I knew it was going to be hard driving, but I belted my raincoat, raising the hood before I slipped back into my shoes. Taking a deep breath, I ran out the door to my car.
I made good time even though it was still raining hard. A half hour later, I turned onto Sandy's tarred road that would take me straight to her home. Thinking about her call tonight — Why would she play around with something that she didn’t know anything about? What was she thinking? I knew she missed Bob, but I never expected her to try conjuring him.
Up ahead, I could see the shadow of twin silos that belonged to Sandy’s neighbor. He always had around five-yard lights lighting up his spacious yard and passing by his place, I saw a huge shadow flying up over the top of the barn, over the silos, and the treetops before disappearing. Staring upwards in disbelief, I felt my front tires sink into the side of the road. Snapping my attention back on my driving, I turned the wheel, getting all my tires back on the tarred road. Whew! I don’t want to be stuck out here with that thing flying overhead. I checked the treetops once more, needing a reasonable explanation as to what on earth could be that large and still fly?"
Shaking my head, I started the car and continued down the road towards Sandy’s home, my attention still on the sky. I turned onto her driveway, and made my way up towards the beautiful, white marble pillars that I always admired. I stopped the car under the carport and noticed that Sandy was waiting by the door. I waved, reached inside for my keys, and pushed the remote button to lock my car, then ran over to give her a hug, but she pulled me inside and slammed the door, “Oh, Keri, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I came as quick as I could.” I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at my elegant friend. Her hair uncombed, fingernails chewed to the bone, some even looked as if they were even bleeding, her eyes looked swollen with mascara still clinging to her eyelashes. “Sandy, I’m here now, come on, let’s sit down and talk about it." I gently put my arm around her and guided her to the couch. Papers were strewn everywhere, books half opened on her coffee table, cigarettes butts were half in and half out of the ash tray. Great! She started to smoke again. Her house, always so neat and clean, looked every bit as disheveled as she did.
“I should never have bought that stupid thing!” Big teardrops fell down her cheeks onto her robe. “That Ouija board is possessed, I just know it! You know how I know it? I keep throwing it into the trash can outside, but somehow it keeps finding its way back inside. It’s creeping me out!”
Sandy looked so forlorn and scared, worry wrinkled the skin around her eyes and on her brow. I had to ask to be sure. “Are you sure you threw the Ouija board out?"
“Yes, I threw it out!” she shrieked, staring daggers at me.
“Okay, Okay, I believe you,” I said, patting her hand, trying to calm her down.
She took a huge breath and began telling me what happened. “Well, it all started a couple days ago when I found this out-of-the-way shop that seemed to beckon me to it. When I entered, the pull was so strong, before I knew it, I was staring at this ancient Ouija board. I thought this would have the power to bring Bob back to me. I paid this spooky little old lady and left, feeling as if I found what I’ve been looking for. Oh, how I couldn’t wait to get home."
“Oh, Sandy, I know you missed Bob, but I didn’t realize how much.”
Nodding her head, she continues. Being that I drove more miles than I thought, it was around twelve when I got home, the bewitching hour. I should have waited until the next day, but I was so sure I'd be seeing Bob again that I became impatient. I set up the Ouija board and began turning the dial, I got to O when it went all crazy on me, spelling out a name I didn't catch. The letters flew by so fast, and it wouldn't let me stop it. A few minutes later, I heard these horrendous shrieks outside, kinda high pitched, you know, like a banshee. Then it stopped. A half hour later, it began again and wouldn't stop! I called my neighbors when that horrible noise stopped, wondering if they heard anything out of the ordinary. They hadn’t, so I wondered if I must be losing my mind,” Sandy gave a huge shuddering sigh, then laid her head on my shoulder.
“You know, I did see a large flying object as I drove past your neighbor’s place,” I confided.
“Oh my god, it’s true then!” Sandy jumped up, shaking her finger at me. “I've been seeing this horrible creature flying overhead when I go outside. It's as if he’s stalking me and won't leave me in peace."
“What exactly is it?”
“Well, I really don't know exactly, but it definitely looks evil. It's got these red eyes that seem to glow in the dark, it sort of resembles a Mothman in appearance. You know, the one they show on the Discovery Channel."
"A Mothman!” I tried making some sense out of this. "Sandy, they’re not evil. I heard they warn people of danger, you don't need to fear it. Maybe this thing is warning you about something."
“I said it resembles a Mothman," Sandy sighed. "It shrieks like a banshee, it dived-bombed me a couple of times, so I know it means me harm. If it’s trying to intimidate me, it's working, because I'm scared to death!"
“I know it’s hard to lose someone you loved so much. I think I'll call Phil; he should be home from his meeting by now." I walked toward the phone, but Sandy stopped me midway.
"Kerri, don’t you remember? The phone’s dead.”
"Oh, damn it, that's right, so I'll use my cell pho..." I groaned, "Great! I left my phone in the car!"
Sandy rocked back and forth, wringing her hands, moaning, “What are we going to do now?”
“Calm down, I’ll run out to my car and be back before you know it."
"I'm coming with you; I'm not staying here by myself.”
Hearing the strain in her voice, I nodded okay. I really couldn’t blame her for being scared because I didn't want to be alone either. Opening the door, I stepped out with Sandy who closed the door behind us. We did a count 1 2 3 Go! We raced to the car, and I tried opening the car door.
My hands were shaking so bad that I couldn’t even grasp the handle. Remembering that I locked the door when I arrived, I cursed. "Damn it! The door's locked!" Hitting the top of the car hard with my hand, I shrank back when Sandy gasped. Happy about being under a carport, I said, "We have no choice but to go back and get my purse." I turned and led the way towards the entranceway with Sandy sticking to me like glue. When I tried to open the door, I found that it was locked too.
"Oh, no! I decided to have the doors automatically lock since that creature showed up. I usually carry the key with me, but I wasn’t thinking. This whole experience has left me scatterbrained. What are we going to do?”
"Sandy, I know you’ve been through so much already, but you really need to think of a safe, warm place for us to stay. It's way too dark to walk over to your n-neighbors, and I don’t want to freeze.”
"Well, t-there's a storm cellar and a p-potting shed on the south side of the house."
Staying to the shadows, we walked along the house until reaching the corner. I checked... Nothing... Signing to Sandy that we're going to make a run for it, an eerie, high-pitched sound echoed through the night sky. Softly crying, Sandy stared helplessly at me as I pushed her back in the shadows. I chanced another peek but didn’t see the creature anywhere.
An ear-splitting banshee screech sounded way too close for comfort, and I made the decision that it was now or never. I took off as fast as my feet would go toward the storm shelter with Sandy glued to my hip. I looked up every now and then, hoping it wouldn't pounce. A loud and distinct whooshing, flapping sounded overhead, followed by another ear-piercing screech make itself known. Sandy, shaking like a leaf, clutched at my sleeve when the creature landed right on top of the entryway to the storm shelter, blocking our way. Could that thing read minds? That's a scary scenario.
It stood there staring, its evil red eyes glared at us, daring us to approach. Terrified, we didn't know if we should run or wait to see what it would do. There wasn't any other place to go now but the potting shed behind us. I made a sign to back up. Just barely pulling herself together, Sandy stepped back while I followed, and we kept doing this slowly and steadily, not wanting to draw his attention to what we were trying to do; unfortunately, it didn't work. It caught on and every time we took a step back, the creature took a step forward. I said a prayer and turned and thankfully, Sandy did the same. I could feel its hot breath on my back making me push Sandy to go faster. Just as I dived for the potting shed's door, sharp claws dug into the skin on my shoulder, stopping my progress. An excruciating pain overtook me, and I screamed bloody murder. He held me in this manner, seeming to enjoy my struggles. I could feel blood running down my back, my shirt became drenched with my sweat and blood when suddenly, he let me go, I collapsed to the ground.
The creature had turned his attention on Sandy, who was running toward the house. His claw grabbed her by her collar, yanking her towards him and when he looked ready to take flight, I screamed at Sandy, “Untie your belt and slip out of the robe.”
Sighing with relief when she did what I advised, she escaped just as the creature flew up with her robe still in his clutches. Running towards me with so much speed, we both stumbled inside the potting shed and collapsed on the bench. Sandy shook so bad that she had a hard time opening my shirt to check my injuries.
“Thank you for your quick thinking, I thought I was a goner.” Sandy walked over to a medicine cabinet and came back to clean my wounds with disinfectant. She put salve on my deep cuts and secured a bandage in place.
“Ahhh, that feels better already! Thank you.” Shaking out my damp shirt, not wanting to put it back on, I tossed it into the garbage. I thought about our predicament and felt at a loss on what do next.
"Oh, my God, we are going to die, aren’t we?" Sandy gave voice to my fears.
“No!” I said forcefully, determined that I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I checked out the potting shed. "B-bob didn't own any weapons, did he?"
"No-o — wait — he did have a compound bow, but it's stored in the basement with all his other stuff."
"Great! I suppose there isn't any way we can get to it," I asked, my hope draining away.
"We could break a window!" Sandy jumped up, excited that she thought of something helpful.
"Do you know how to shoot the compound bow if we do find it?" I asked Sandy as I walked over to the door.
"I practiced with Bob many times," Sandy said. "I don't know, it's been five years, but I think I still have the strength to shoot it."
"We'll wait until the time comes to deal with that problem; right now, all we have to do is make it to your patio door." I opened the door to the potting shed and looked around to make sure our unwanted guest was nowhere to be seen. Nothing... We both made a dash to the side of the house. The sky looked brighter now without the rain clouds and with the moon shining down, we could see the way clearly. Which meant, the creature could see us, too.
Staying to the shadows, we moved around the house and made it to Sandy’s pride and joy, her gardens. As we hovered near the patio door, I looked around for something to throw. Spotting a large planter nearby, I bent to see if I could pick it up when I smelled something foul… That’s weird! I took a whiff of the pot when I felt large drops splashing down on my bare skin. I looked up, wondering if it started to rain again, and my whole-body shook, in shock at what I saw. There on the roof, its red evil eyes staring down on me as its mouth dripped saliva. I screamed.
At the same time, Sandy had checked the patio door to see if it would open. When she heard me scream, her adrenaline kicked in and pushed at the patio door. It opened just as a whooshing, flapping sound from above made us both fall inside the house. Jumping up, I quickly closed and locked the door.
"That thing just won’t leave us alone,” Sandy said, as we both crawled out of sight.
Wasting no time, we made our way around toward the basement door. Opening it, we walked down the steps. "You kept all of Bob's belongings!" I exclaimed, when I noticed boxes and boxes of stuff which took up two-thirds of the basement area.
"I couldn't part with any of his stuff," Sandy wistfully looked around at Bob's belongings. She spotted a large box that might hold the compound bow and went over to check it out. “Found it!” Sandy held up the bow. “See, aren’t you glad I kept all his stuff.”
“Yes, we at least have a chance now.” Spotting the arrows, I grabbed the carrying case they were in and took off upstairs.
"We’ll hunt it down," Sandy squared her shoulder, straightened her pajama tops as she followed Kerri up the steps.