Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Chapter Thirteen and a Half

Part Three

My first instinct was to yank my hands away and quit but, somehow, I managed to resist the temptation to do so and wrote down the letter and placed my hand over the planchette again. These actions continued until the planchette finally moved to the center of the board and stopped.  I picked up my small pad and read the message:

“Your sister Gina has had a curse placed on her and the only way you can lift the curse and save her is to follow the directions in Chapter Thirteen and a Half”

I stood up and carried the notepad with me and set it down on the table.  I automatically picked up my cup and drank a mouthful of tea wondering: “Could this be the point where I learn the joke?  Why would the board instruct me to read chapter thirteen and a half when I had read the entire contents with no mention about a curse or how to end it?”
Without thinking about it any longer, I picked up the book and opened to chapter thirteen and a half.  The first message was gone.  In its place, a whole new set of instructions filled the page. I fanned the pages before and after the chapter to see if I had opened the book to the wrong page but all I saw were blank pages and had to fight to ignore the flurry of questions invading my mind.

“You must return to the Ouija Board and turn the planchette over three times from right to left.  Then repeat the process from left to right. Next you must turn it over again three times from right to left while repeating “knock do--my to–sis--can miss— it will go through—bypass who—find my bliss—give a kiss—knock do—my to.” 

The lines didn’t make any sense no matter how many times I read them.  My only thoughts at that moment were that the person who had conjured this whole thing up was insane and I was just as insane for going along with it.  If it weren’t for the fact that I have a sister Gina, I would have followed through with my thoughts and ended everything right there.
I called Gina to check on her and got no answer.  In fact, I didn’t get directed to her voicemail as was normal when she didn’t answer.  That gave me a really sick feeling in my stomach.  I picked up my cup of tea and noticed my hands shaking quite a bit. Tears welled in my eyes while fear’s tentacles slowly wrapped around me.  I had to take action.  I had to know Gina was safe.  Even though I kept reminding myself to remain calm and not to panic because it could all be nothing, I had all I could to keep from running from the house to go find her.  My eyes shifted to the words in the pad.  If the prediction was true, it was all I had to go on and I had to follow the instructions if I were to stand any chance of helping her.
I positioned myself in front of the Ouija Board once again, took a deep breath and picked up the planchette.  It slipped from my fingers and I heard a loud gasp escape my mouth.  With trembling hands, I gripped the planchette firmly, hoping beyond all hope that I hadn’t destroyed my chances of saving Gina.  When I felt ready, I slowly turned the piece over in my hands repeating the incantation:
“knock do--my to–sis--can miss— it will go through—bypass who—find my bliss—give a kiss—knock do—my to.” 
 The last word no sooner left my lips and the planchette flew from my hands and crashed against the kitchen cabinets; the board began vibrating so violently its ends lifted from the floor and scared me.  Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped and I felt a sudden blast of cold air rush by me and I shivered.
For reasons I can’t explain, I sat there for some time before moving.  It was as though I were fixed there in a trance because I don’t remember having any thoughts at all.  I don’t recall feeling anything or hearing anything.  Yet, as unnerving as that was, I casually stood up and nonchalantly moved to the table and sat down.  It never even fazed me that I wasn’t doing anything but letting myself bask in the quietness.
  Chelle Munroe©
  June 21, 2015


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    I sooo love your stories!
    Thanks for sharing your talent.

    1. Thank you Shirley for your support and compliment.
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