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 at Jill & Jane & Jess.

But in the fear we wallowed,

And so we wrote back: “yes.”

The lights they flickered off and on,

Thunder cracked in the sky.

A scream, and then a dreamlike song,

All in the blink of an eye.

The noise awoke my mother,

She asked what was the cause.

We looked to one another,

“It’s just your menopause.”

A flash of red across her face,

She stamped and stomped to bed.

And after we had a moment’s grace,

We went back to the dead.

The glass was moving fast now,

But Jill was keeping track.

“How now brown cow,

I dare you to make a pact.”

Had this taken things to far?

Not yet, I grabbed a knife.

And for my hands a future scar,

As I offered up my life.

Then I couldn’t control myself,

I took the knife in hand.

An obedient little elf,

I walked to mum’s nightstand.

She was sobbing in her pillow,

“I raised a little monster.”

She didnt even say “ow”,

One slash and she’s a gonester.

I went back to Jess & Jill & Jane,

My nightshirt now newly red.

“What have you done, are you insane?

You’re messed up in the head!”

“Quickly, call an ambulance!”

Jane yelled out to Jill.

“A policeman or an exorcist,

Before there’s another kill.”

But the demon made me smile,

And in a voice that wasn’t mine.

“Didn’t you hear red is in style!”

You three are next in line.”

Three screams all sang in unison,

But not a chance to echo.

As I took knife to them one by one,

Blood stuck to me like a gecko.

With deed complete I was released,

To realise what I’d done.

And overwhelmed with guilt and grief,

I grabbed the knife and run.

Should I call a doctor here,

Or maybe the psych ward?

Or should I give in to the fear,

And turn the knife once more…