True Tales of the Supernatural: The Ouija Board

By Charna Ainsworth

A dark and electrifying novella, based on a true story, about curiosity, youth and what exists in the shadows of our world.

Boredom tempted Courtney and Lacy to break the rules and venture out in search of excitement. The old abandoned house looked like the perfect place to discover the unknown. However, it held no secrets or anything of interest, except an old Ouija board.

Without any thought of the consequences, they both sat down, placing their fingers on the planchette. As it began to move, an invisible door opened into the darkness. It was a door the girls could not shut, robbing them of their innocence and changing their lives forever.

The evil they unknowingly invite into their lives, fades the line between what is natural and what is supernatural. Courtney and Lacy begin to endure horrific nightmares and bone-chilling experiences with demonic beings. Leaving the girls to question everything they have been taught about good and evil.

This rich and disturbing true tale spans a few terrifying days, leading two young lives in an altered direction. It will have you questioning, is the Ouija board just another child’s game?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charna Ainsworth
• Release date: Apr 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9780985550578

Charna Ainsworth

Charna Ainsworth was born and raised in Mississippi. She inherited her father's talent for writing and began to write poetry and short stories at a young age. The Letter, is the first novel in a trilogy which she wrote over a period of six weeks. It was followed by two collections of poetry, two novellas and the second novel of the trilogy, Shades of Persuasion. Charna is an avid reader and on Sundays you can usually find her attending church. She resides in the country, in Mississippi with her family.

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True Tales of the Supernatural

The Ouija Board

Charna Ainsworth

True Tales of the Supernatural

Copyright © 2016 by Charna Ainsworth

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It was dark and dreary, the afternoon two young girls left home for a walk. The overcast sky hid the sun’s light which exposed an unsettling dullness to life. Only excitement could cure the boredom of doing the same things over and over. Without much thought to the consequences, they walked out of the safety of their families watchful eyes. Neither one of them had permission to walk along the newly paved street that separated their houses. They were too young to make these types of decisions for themselves. If they asked, it was obvious that the answer would be no, just like it had been all the times before. It would mean trouble if they were caught leaving home without permission. Both girls would be grounded or punished and they knew it. But their normal routine of playing safely at each other’s house had become boring and they were simply seeking adventure.

They walked side by side out of the safety of Lacy’s big front yard. Their pace was unusually swift, just shy of jogging. They smiled, laughed and egged each other on, giddy over their impulsive decision. Just minutes of walking and one sharp curve, hid the big brick house from their view. Lacy playfully swung Courtney’s hand up in the air with hers, laughing to ease the tension. Looking around in all directions, realizing no one had followed them, they began skipping hand in hand down the road. With the tension gone they were free to venture into unknown territory. Free to have a little fun without being under the microscope of their parent’s watchful eyes.

When they reached the first road to the left Lacy stopped and let go of Courtney’s hand. It was a little dead end road, Lacy was forbidden to walk down. Curiosity caused them to turn left, disobeying the warnings Lacy had heard over and over. Besides, they were invincible and they were young, nothing could stop or hurt them. With the quest for adventure clouding their judgement, they went forward without a care or concern of what may happen. Yes, they were breaking the rules. Normally, that changed everything but not this time. It was only because they were fighting for freedom, pushing the boundaries of childhood and searching for the magic of excitement.

Walking down the narrow road barely big enough for one car, they rounded a curve, leaving the main road hidden from view. The small unmaintained road was winding around large oaks and pines with a few magnolias popping into view. The underbrush was thick, helping to create a canvas of darkness in the late afternoon. As a northerly wind blew a big gust through the old oak trees, big multi-colored leaves fell around the girls. Lacy caught one in the palm of her hand as it gently floated down toward them. It was a beautiful shade of yellow with just a hint of summer’s greenness left behind. She leaned forward, bowing low, and presented the leaf to Courtney like it was made of gold. Courtney took the leaf, shoved it in her back pocket and thanked Lacy with a salute and a silly grin.

If a tiny grey squirrel had not ran out of the woods, scaring the girls, they might have forgotten where they were. The little guy stopped them dead in their tracks, as they watched it run to the other side of the road. They both stood frozen, silently watching his scrawny little feet grip the side of a pine tree. With each move, small pieces of pine bark fell to the ground with more noise than seemed possible. But it was the eerie silence after the little squirrel laid down on a limb that caused the girls to stare at one another. There was a creepy feeling that something or someone was watching, that made the girls hold hands as they walked forward.

After walking only a few hundred feet, Lacy pulled Courtney to her side of the road. Both girls stood perfectly still, staring at an old house. There was something scary about it, the sad old country house sitting alone on the side of a dead end road. Yet there was something about the old abandoned house that pulled them in, beckoning them to come closer. It was like a magnetic force of invisible wires drawing them in, a force that would not be denied. Even though there was something within their hearts, minds and souls warning them to leave, they simple could not walk away.

The faded white paint was chipped and peeling, the rusty tin roof looked like it could barely keep out the rain. The small windows were dusty and the sun hiding behind the clouds made it impossible to see inside. It looked like no one had lived in it for years but the path leading up to the door was still worn dirt, perfectly clean of any living weeds or grass.

Hand in hand, they inched toward the house until they could see the front porch more clearly. It was small with piles of stuff surrounding the door. Courtney couldn’t help but notice the hairs standing up on her arms and the chill going down her spine as they moved closer. She ignored the feeling and grasped Lacy’s hand tighter. Then a strange coincidence occurred. It was only strange because most people would have missed it. Both girls noticed the door was open, ever so slightly at the exact same moment saying the exact same thing to each other in unison.

Look, the door’s open.

Lacy let go of Courtney’s hand,