Title: Ouija Board Doomsday

My name is Chrissanth Rayna, I’m 16 years old. And this is my story, it all started with buying the ouija board the day before Halloween.

I’ll tell you about why we wanted to buy an ouija board. Sharon, Bee, Maggie and I wanted a good scare for Halloween this year, so we started looking for ‘scary’ hobbies. Such as divination cards, ouija boards, horror movies, tarot cards, guides to palm reading and scary stories. The week before Halloween we had everything we wanted, ..... except the ouija board. We started fussing and saying that we would never find it in time. We started thinking of frightful antique stores that may have had them. We ran around town for 2 days looking in stores for an ouija board. We were all about to give up when we returned to Bee’s house for a sleep-over

When we got there, we immediately sat down at Bee’s laptop and googled ‘ouija boards’. We found pictures and info sheets. And (finally) what we wanted...... an eBay page for ouija boards. The ouija board was beautiful. It was made of an expensive kind of wood and the letters were in an ancient font.
We money-pooled all of our money,...... and put the highest bid of $250 on the ouija board. The next day we got a notice that we had gotten the ouija board.

“Come on!” Sharon called ahead of us. We were going to pick up the ouija board today. Maggie grinned and skipped ahead with Sharon. “Yea you bunch of pokeys,.... come on!” Bee and I grinned and chased Maggie and Sharon to the owners house. We arrived at the house and excitedly rang the doorbell. An old woman answered the door. When we said that we were here to pick up and pay for the ouija board, the old woman turned around, back into the house and instantly returned with the wooden board. But just before she gave it to us she screamed and dropped the board. “Run!....It will destroy you!” She cried as she crippled to the floor and stopped breathing. “ Oh my gods!” Maggie cried and knelt beside the old woman. “She doesn’t have a pulse!” Bee answered as she checked the old woman’s wrist. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. About 10 minutes after I hung up an ambulance got here. We all rushed the the ambulance carrying the old woman to the vehicle. After the old woman was safe at the hospital and breathing. A cop pulled us outside and asked us questions, we answered them truthfully and our parents arrived, grateful that none of us were hurt. The cop thanked us and told us that we could go home.
Our parents wanted to cancel the sleep-over, but we insisted that we wanted to continue with our plans. Our parents reluctantly agreed that we deserved it. For the first day of the sleep-over we pondered on what the old woman had said. But instantly on Halloween night we forgot and just had fun. We stayed up late and played games, read tarot cards and watched horror movies. At 1:00 a.m. we
turned off all movies, CD’s and put away the games. We were ready for the ouija board.

Sharon started feeling a bit sick, so we got her some aspirin and continued setting up the ouija board. They put the key on the board and sat down beside the board. They held hands and before anyone could say anything, Maggie called. “Is anyone there?” The girls watched the board cautiously. The key moved to ‘yes’. The girls shrieked both scared and excited. “Wha-What is your name?” Sharon whispered. The key moved to different letters and they added up to.... ‘Ted Bundy’ The girls jumped up from the board and whispered to one another. “Do you guys remember who Ted Bundy was?” Bee shivered. “Wasn’t he the guy who raped a lot of girls in his life?” Sharon asked quietly. “Yea..” I said. “He raped girls, but he also killed them and screwed the corpses.” “EWWW!!” All the girls cried as they hugged each other tight. “Did we continue or no?” Maggie squeaked. The other girls nodded. “He won’t come and get us....” Bee said doubtfully. “Right, no of course not.” The other girls and I agreed. We went back to the board. It was the worst choice of our lives.

“Are you really Ted Bundy?” Maggie asked. The key moved to ‘yes’ again. We decided to have fun. We asked him questions like ‘Why did you kill all those girls and women.’ and such. We began talking to other dead people such as Napoleon Bonaparte, David Lee Gage and Adolph Hitler. But after 1/2 an hour, strange things started happening. Books went flying off the shelves and glasses fell off of the kitchen counters. The girls ignored the flying and falling objects, until Sharon was thrown to the ground as if an invisible body had landed on her. Sharon screamed and tried to get away, but something kept her down. Invisible hands pulled at Sharon’s waist line and pulled her pants down to her knees. The girls fled as I tried to help Sharon up and away. But as I ran to Sharon I was hit with what felt like a wooden club. I felt to the ground and couldn’t get up. The girls came for me before the spirit did. I tried to pull away as the girls pulled me up the stairs. As I was being dragged upstairs, I saw Sharon, it looked like she was being bludged and strangled. “NOO!!!!” I cried and tried to pull away from the girls. But even if I had gotten loose, I wouldn’t have made it in time. Sharon’s face softened, her voice grew silent and she stopped struggling. I was disgusted to find that Sharon’s body still moved, her clothes were being ripped off of her body and I could see the faint gleam of a naked ghost lying on her thrusting back and forth. I saw the face and was horrified. “Ted Bundy,....” I whispered quietly. I stopped pulling away from Bee and Maggie as we got to the top of the stairs and I said. “Necrophilia.” The girls nodded sadly. And we began crying. “P-Poor Sharon!” Was all we could say. But the worst was not over.

We heard what we thought was a machine gun firing and a sword clashing on metal. Bee looked up. “I...I guess that Ted isn’t the only one coming for us.” We quickly got up and ran to the washroom and locked the door. But obviously that didn’t help. We sat there for a few minutes, knowing that the moment would soon come when the ghosts would find us, it didn’t take very long. But we were ready. We had armed ourselves with a full-heat hair dryer, a shower pole and large medical scissors. The ghost of Adolph Hitler came in through the locked door. Maggie whacked at him with a shower pole and Bee blow dried him. I tried with all my might to cut something off with medical scissors. The ghost realized we were dangerous, even to something transparent like him. He dived into the mirror and was gone. We were lightly celebrating our victory when another ghost came in through the mirror. Napoleon Bonaparte. Bee and I saw the ghost poke his head out and then disappear again, but Maggie didn’t. When she turned to look at what we were staring at, Napoleon stabbed a sword from the 1700’s into her forehead. Bee and I rushed forward with our weapons and the sword disappeared along with the transparent arm that held it. Maggie fell into our arms and died. Bee and I cried as we ran from the washroom. “How did ...he do that?” Bee asked. “They should be transparent. They shouldn’t be able to hold solid things or kill people physically.” I sniffled in reply.

We sat in Bee’s messy room with kitchen knifes and giant thick metal cooking pans as shields. ((From Adolph Hitler's machine guns)) We were exhausted and scared. “What’s gonna happen to us, Bee?” I asked as I cautiously cuddled to my older and wiser friend. “I don’t know.” She burst into a fresh round of tears. “I really don’t know.” I nodded understandingly. “Me neither, me neither.” I said as I started crying too.

We both knew it was only a matter of time before the other ghosts came for us, or maybe we would encounter Napoleon Bonaparte or Ted Bundy again, it really didn’t matter who came for us. We’d probably be dead by sunrise. 1/2 an hour later their nightmare came true. Both of the remaining ghosts came for them. We were fairly matched in number, but poorly matched in odds. Ghosts with extraordinary powers. Bee ended up stuck with David Lee Gage and I was shielding myself from Adolph Hitler’s gun firing. I slowly crept closer to Hitler and the shooting. I was safe from the bullets because they were older bullets and they couldn’t penetrate my thick, large and metal cooking pan. When I was close enough, I reached my arm out from behind my pan and sliced strongly and blindly at his shooting arm. Before I made a connection, I felt the pain of Hitler’s bullets in my arm, but that only made me more intimidated and urgent to make him feel pain. I felt the connection as I sliced off his hand, I was slightly disgusted by the light silver blue blood that run down my arm. After I got over the blue blood, I rammed my pan into his face. I grinned in saticfaction as his head made a ‘clang’ sound as the pan connected with it. I shoved him away and ran to help Bee. It looked like she was losing the battle, but I couldn’t see the ghost from my distance from Bee and the ghost of David Lee Gage. As I got closer, I saw that Bee was bleeding from a deep wound on her arm. Gage had a knife too. I ran up to Bee, pushed her down and away and fought Gage with my good hand. I was to busy fighting to notice Bee get up and start fighting with Hitler, who had gotten up whole again, and charged at me with a sword. Bee started fighting. I quickly stabbed Gage in the chest and slashed his
stomach. He feel into a heap on the ground and disinegrated. I ran over to help Bee. “Bee!” I called as I ran to help her, she turned. I hadn’t expected that. “Nooooo!..” I cried as Hitler stabbed her through the stomach. I threw my knife at the unsuspecting ghost and ran to the aid of my friend. Hitler feel to the ground and disinegrated as Gage did. I quickly knelt beside Bee and held her head on my lap. “Don’t leave me.” I cried and tears fell from my eyes and landed in her hair. “I...” She started. “I’m only leaving you for but a minute.” She whispered. “Wha-? What are you talking about?” I asked confused. “He ... is co-...” She died in the middle of what she was saying. I cried deeply and stayed at her corpse.

“Wooooooo.” I looked towards the sound. It was coming from down the stairs. I knew it was one of the ghosts again. But I wondered who, ‘Was it Hitler? Or Gage? Back from the double-death? Or was it Bundy or Bonaparte, who hadn’t yet died for the second time?’ I didn’t know, but I did know this. I was running for my life. I ran to the emergency fire escape as quickly as I could. I was running when the ghost appeared in front of me. I tried to stop, but slid into the ghost. And before I could get out of the cold and dead ghost.... I died. I felt myself become as light as a feather as my spirit left my body. As I floated above my body another ghost ((not the one who’d killed me.)) came towards my body. I could see his face. Ted Bundy. He ripped the clothes clean off my body and laid his naked transparent one on my dead one. I still felt the slight pain as his ghost thrust in and out. But as I continued rising for heaven, ... the pain stopped. And I knew I was safe from any more harm.