The Final Notice

Virginia and her three friends—Alice, Georgia, and Willow—huddled around the coffee table, the dim glow of scented candles flickering against the living room walls. The bottle of cabernet sat open, deep red in their glasses, a little courage against the unknown.

Waiting patiently like a stealthy predator, the Ouija board lay in the center of the table.

“Ask it a question,” Willow said, her voice light but her eyes tight.

“No, you ask,” Georgia countered, smirking over the rim of her glass. “It was your idea.”

The planchette twitched. Then, before anyone could react, it lurched to life, skittering across the board with a frantic, almost desperate energy. Alice and Virginia pressed their fingers down, trying to steady it, but the thing moved as if it had a mind of its own.

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They barely had time to register the words before the room plunged into darkness. Then someone screamed.