Friday, 19 October 2012
I was just a tad pissed off at getting dragged through the ether again, this was the third time in less than a month.
Stupid drunken teenagers playing around with things they didn't understand. Well, the time for understanding was over, they would be taught a lesson, I had my own game to play.
I burst into the room through a splat of ectoplasm, all gooey and snotty, in spirit of course, my body was long since gone, but it still felt gooey and snotty.
And there they were... The four of them, crouched around the ouija board on the coffee table, all hands touching the pointer, all mouths giggling.
“Is there anybodeee theeere?” Said the redhead, theatrically. Rolling her eyes, and bursting into further fits of laughter, pulling the other three along with her mirth.
Oh yes, there is somebodeee heeere alright, you can't see me, but by hell you're soon gonna know I exist.
I picked up the almost empty vodka bottle and hurled it against the wall, that was when the giggling stopped.
They all eyed each other, their faces delightful pictures of serious concern.
Next the coffee table, ouija board, and drinks glasses sailed through the air, that was when the scramble for the door started. I slammed it shut, they were going nowhere.
Time for the games to begin.
I lifted the redhead up by her hair and slammed her against the ceiling, that was when the screaming started...
It went on for a long, long time.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.