It was Friday in the evening,
My friends were getting bored.
And as a fan of Steven King,
One produced a ouija board.
We put our fingers on the glass,
It began to skid and slide.
Zigging, zagging, oh so fast.
Our mouths were open wide.
One letter, two, and then a third.
Was it writing a name?
In the end formed seven words,
“Do you want to play a game?”
And then a stillness followed,
I looked a...