Ouija

Ouija

A Poem by Adam Latham



Ouija

A cold oppressive malice fell
Upon the room as outside roared
A howling gale, a soundtrack to
Three girls beside a Ouija board.

Three little sisters, six, eight, ten,
Up past their bedtime, dead of night.
Sat in a circle bleary eyed,
Their faces washed in candlelight.

The elder sibling's trembling hand
Dropped on the planchette, slowly met
By four more fingers from her kin
Each coated in a film of sweat.

A sharp intake of breath and then
"Are any spirits present here,
We seek a soul we lost too soon
Our now departed mother dear."

One voice turned quickly to a choir
As all three children without pause
Demanded from that rosewood board
A peek through otherworldly doors.

Five minutes passed, so too five more
But still the planchette would not slide,
The youngest child now fighting tears
Her disappointment hard to hide.

When suddenly out of the blue,
A welcome reprieve from the stress,
The planchette jerked and glided left
Up to the spot that spelled out YES.

A loud collective gasp escaped
Their mouths to see that pointer bob,
Then race across the polished wood
To spell out quickly "I am Hob."

But shock was very soon displaced
By squeals of joy, a sense of pride,
Their beaming smiles a just reward
For contact with the other side.

With hearts now thumping in their chests
A palpitating hope filled throb,
The middle child leaned in and asked
"Who are you please sir, Master Hob?"

A short-lived pause then quick again
In playful fashion quite bizarre,
The planchette skipped across the board
"My dear, I am the Morning Star.

I am the bearer of the torch,
The herald of the fiery dawn,
Who rises in the eastern sky
And shepherds in the coming morn.

I am the Captain of the Gate,
Admitting souls at my command.
His most exalted of the host,
I sit upon the Lord's right hand.

Your mother, yes, she tarries here
Bathed in eternal love and light.
All heaven richer for her soul,
All angels sing her name in flight.

In fact she stands beside me now
Enrobed in glory, illness free.
Her only heartache three small babes
She misses now so terribly.

But wallow not in your despair
Your mother asks, this is the gist,
Go over to your father's desk
And with his flick knife slit your wrist.

For then the walls of our two worlds
May be dissolved and once again,
You and a mother whom you miss
Can be together free from pain."

The eldest child removed her hand
Recoiling at the strange request,
A seed of doubt sown in her mind
About their paranormal guest.

"Our mother would not wish us harm
In this life or the one to come,
The soul you claim to represent
Does not sound like our caring mum.

Who are you really, Master Hob?
I sense a spirit spawned in hell
Who never once has roamed those halls
Of heaven where our loved ones dwell."

A violent scratching filled the room
As on the vibrant red veneer
The planchette gouged into the wood
And made a pentagram appear.

"Provoke me not to anger, child.
Believe me when I tell you this,
The arcane powers I possess
Project beyond the great abyss.

I am the rightful king of kings,
Now do exactly as I say.
Resist and be in no doubt, child,
I shall compel you to obey."

The youngest, unafraid, jumped up
Defiance blazing in her eyes.
"We sought the soul of our sweet mum,
Instead we found the prince of lies.

You have no power over us,
We don't believe you, do your worst."
The youngest child began to choke,
"So be it last-born, you die first."

© 2022 Adam Latham


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Fabulous narrative. Kept my interest all the way through. What an ending. Chilling. Sent a shiver down my spine. Thoroughly enjoyed Adam.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Adam Latham

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Chris, I'm so happy that you liked it. Yes, I must admit that the ending is prett.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Yes children make it more chilling :)
I enjoyed reading this story! I do have a Ouija that was given to me, but it's never been taken out of its box. It's something I don't think I want to explore.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Adam Latham

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Donna. I think if I owned a Ouija board then I'd be very tempted to give it a go... read more
Wow, very unique, great quality, and yet another great short story in the form of a poem.

My sister-in-law once tried to hide an Ouija board in my home, under my couch. However, my cat began to act very strangely, while digging his claws into the wooden planks of the floor, where the board was located. I looked under the couch to see what he was digging out. Of course, I threw it out.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Adam Latham

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Toni. I must confess that I've never used a Ouija board myself. In fact, I've nev.. read more
Toni.S

2 Years Ago

I tried ;-) She actually tried to gaslight me and make me feel guilty because the board cracked into.. read more
I avoid all supernatural stuff I think it’s like dancing with the devil in disguise
It’s a great poem very clever great write !

Posted 2 Years Ago


Adam Latham

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I don't know why but I quite enjoy writing about supernatural things. I like cre.. read more
Hob is an old nickname for the devil in case anybody was wondering. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Adam Latham
Adam Latham

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom



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