Well, when you’re desperate you’re…
“Me,” he said. He was alone in the room and lonely enough to have bought one of those Ouija boards from some old woman who called herself a medium. It was time to try it out.
All he hoped for was a sexy ghost that would haunt him, maybe hurt him a bit, he wouldn’t mind. Anything just to take away the soul-crushing loneliness. Anything!
He said the prayers exactly as the medium instructed and did the breathing exercises and was ready to use the board. He moved the piece to spell HELLO. Got no answer. Looked around the room. Nothing. Again, he spelled HELLO. IS ANYONE HERE? ANYONE AT ALL? ARE YOU FEMALE? Nothing. Nothing new at least. Only more loneliness and more frustration and deeper down the rabbit hole of misfits he slipped.
WELL FUCK YOU! he spelled, and jammed the pointy side of the piece into his eye and rammed his face into the board, driving the piece further into his skull.
After his body was found the media concluded that the Ouija board must’ve been really cursed and the poor boy had summoned a ghost or some demon or something like that, and it killed him.
Well, they weren’t too far from the truth. And the saddest part of all was that the story was powerful enough to make other lads like him try out Ouija boards just like he did.
He was now a legend among those circles.
Bogdan Dragos works as a dispatcher for a Romanian gambling company (supervising casinos) and that implies spending twelve hours alone in the office (where he daydreams and writes poetry that he emails to himself). He is the author of Pour the Whiskey Over My Heart and Set it On Fire.
Very creative. Dark, but creative. I go now to search your postings for humor; surely a mind as clever as yours has a liver full of humor.
Thank you (^_^)
I don’t know about the humor, but some alcohol residue surely is there 🙂
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