A Board Known As The Ouija

The night was calm, dark and still. To this day, I remember it extremely well. However, many a year ago, it was a Saturday, a horror story of bold. Two other girls and I, together we were three, collected around a board known as the Ouija. Slowly, we placed our fingertips upon a small piece of wood called the planchette, dreading impending moments of regret, with fears of memories we wouldn’t forget.

With bated breath we deeply inhaled, then proceeded to ask things in great detail. For with the hereafter we wanted to converse, in a series of questions that were unrehearsed, like “is there anyone here?” and “how did you die?”. Then seconds later we got a reply. As scary as it was we were told “yes”. One simple word that made us become speechless. For we weren’t the ones who had replied, it was quite obvious by the fear in our eyes.

We continued with questions of more and we were answered with terror galore. With whom we had reached from the other side, was trying to come through with nothing to hide. Their answers were clear and their actions then too, for they were knocking over candles in the adjoining room. A room unoccupied with only a dim glow except for the entity’s unwanted show. Their presence was felt with heavy intent and we three girls were starting to resent unleashing this darkness that wasn’t fervent.

We stopped that night all due to fright and quickly put the board away locked up and tight. Our hearts raced without skipping a beat from what we had just witnessed that made the facts concrete. And even though it’s been so many years since that night with the swelling of tears, never again in front of me has there ever been another board known as the Ouija.

 

(A poem by Sheila Renee Parker inspired by one of her actual                                                                         paranormal experiences.)

 

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The Endeared

One, two, three and four.
The petals are soft, but they still hit the floor.
Plucked from the bloom, the rose lays bare
in the hands of the jaded without a care.

A bodice draped in elegant lace
defines the figure of Victorian grace.
Staring out the window, vision’s a blur
from tear filled eyes longing for a cure.

Strong is the will waiting to survive,
creating the happiness to make one feel alive.

Suddenly, a love that’s been removed
now comes into view,
a view that’s been long over due.

The faint smell of a cigar quickly fills the
room with no smoke in sight.
Accompanied by a warm, curious feeling,
nothing of fright.

The ghostly vision comes clear
as he approaches her near.
To him she says sadly, “I’ve aged a bit.”
He sweetly replies, “Not in my eyes. I still see you as exquisite.”

Then he caresses her cheek softly and full of love. He adds,
“I still see you as my beautiful dove.”
A smile sweeps across her wrinkled face,
so elegant and full of grace.
She whispers, “I love you, my dear for all eternity.”
He nods, “I know, my sweet for our love shall forever be.”

(A poem by Sheila Renee Parker)

 

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The Figurines: Revisited

It’s been nearly a year since I wrote about a doll collection titled, The Figurines. Now this collection consisted of two pilgrim dolls, a boy and a girl that once belonged to a family member that had passed away decades ago. Why I wrote about them was to share with you all their haunting little tale of how they both were placed, side-by-side and facing out, yet for no plausible explanation, my mother and I would find the figurines turned completely around with their backs to us.

This happened more times than I could remember. My mother and I tried to rationalize the bizarre phenomenon, but were never able to come up with any answers. The only thing she and I could honestly attribute it to was our family member with whom the figurines had originally belonged to. Perhaps it was our loved one’s way of simply saying hello because we never felt a sense of malevolence with any episode of the figurines’ paranormal activity.

When I wrote about them, I included an online image that I discovered to help illustrate my experience. Since then, my mother and I have discussed the dolls and she has actually found the original figurines that she had kept away in a box in storage for safe keeping. And guess what?? She handed them down to me! Not long before the holidays began, I received my mother’s package containing the pilgrim boy and girl figurines. The following image is what they really look like. I’m very excited about sharing this with all of you!

After removing the figurines from the package, I conducted a proper cleansing by using sage and all has been well! Haven’t experienced anything otherworldly since the figurines’ arrival and I have been, and will continue to be, extremely pleased to have them proudly displayed in my home for everyone to see!

 

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