Ouija Board

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David Garrett had always believed love could conquer all. But love couldn’t shield against his dark fate. When the crash happened, it wasn’t just Emma’s life that ended—it was his too, at least the life that meant anything. Her absence hollowed him out, leaving him a shell of what he'd once been. Days blurred into nights, and weeks melted into months. His house became a tomb of memories, littered with Emma’s photos, her scent sometimes lingering faintly in the air.

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Then he found the Ouija board.

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It was tucked away in his attic, where he’d been sorting through old junk and meaningful items as well. Dusty and faded, its ornate letters and symbols whispered promises of forbidden secrets. He wasn't one for superstition, but desperation outweighed disbelief. The idea struck him like a revelation: What if I could talk to her again? What if I could bring her back somehow, some way?

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That night, under the dim glow of a single small lamp, he lit candles and placed the board on the coffee table. His hands trembled as he touched the planchette.

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“Emma,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Are you there?”

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The air seemed to thicken, the flickering candlelight casting unnatural shadows across the room. The planchette moved. Slowly at first, then with more certainty.

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Y-E-S.

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His heart pounded. “Can I bring you back? Please, tell me how.”

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At first, there was a long silence and no movement, then the planchette glided, spelling out the message: M-I-D-N-I-G-H-T. G-R-A-V-E.

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The board’s answer was an enigma, and it felt dangerous. Yet the thought of perhaps seeing and holding Emma again eclipsed any caution. He’d pay any price, endure any torment, for just one more moment with her.

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When midnight arrived, so did the storm.

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Rain began to lash hard against his windshield as he drove to the cemetery, the road ahead barely visible through the torrential downpour. He parked near the gate and trudged through the mud, clutching a flashlight and the small box of trinkets he’d brought—Emma’s favorite necklace, an old love letter, and a wilted rose.

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By the time he reached her grave, the storm was at its peak. Thunder growled in the distance, and lightning illuminated the headstone. He knelt beside it, placing the box at the base.

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“I’m here, Emma,” he murmured, tears mixing with the rain streaming down his face. “I’ve come for you. Just like the board said.”

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He waited.

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Minutes stretched into hours. His body shook from the cold, his fingers numb, but he refused to leave. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the gravestone—and just for a moment, he thought he saw her. A figure standing behind the stone, her silhouette translucent and shimmering.

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“Emma?” he gasped, lurching forward.

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But the figure was gone.

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The storm pressed on, unrelenting. By the time dawn approached, David was too weak to move. His breath came in shallow gasps, his limbs heavy as lead. The chill in his bones wasn’t just from the storm; it was something deeper, something unnatural.

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When the cemetery groundskeeper found him hours later, David was lifeless, his body sprawled across Emma’s grave. A faint smile lingered on his lips, as though he’d finally found peace—or perhaps her.

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They buried him four days later, in a plot right next to Emma’s. The townsfolk whispered about how love had driven him to madness, how he’d wasted away in his grief. But there was something else. Those who attended the burial swore the air around the grave felt heavy, as though unseen eyes watched from the shadows.

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And at night, when the wind howled through the cemetery, some have claimed to hear voices—a man’s and a woman’s, soft and distant, murmuring words of love and sorrow.

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David had gotten what he wished for. But wishes, like the Ouija board, often come with consequences. In death, he was with Emma again, bound together by the price he’d paid.

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David’s Ouija board was never found, but many more, of course, are still out there, waiting for the next soul desperate enough to ask it for the impossible.

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"Be careful what you wish for".

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-Mark Gammill

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Ouija Board

Verse 1
David lost his girl in a terrible car crash
he was left alone and now he's fatally sad
he misses her so much every day and night
he just wishes he could bring her back to life.

Verse 2
And then he found an old Ouija board
hidden away in an upper attic room
he asked it if there was any way
he could end all the pain and gloom.

Chorus
The Ouija board said yes there is
but you just might have to pay a price
go to her grave at midnight tonight
if you wish to again be by her side.
 
Always be careful what you wish for
you might not always like what you find
the Ouija board has a very dark side
it can play tricks with your heart and mind.

Verse 3
He decided to follow the board's advice
even with a fierce storm rolling in outside
he just wanted to see her and no longer feel lost
he didn't care about the consequence or cost.

Verse 4
He waited at her grave in the cold wind and rain
he almost made it all night but she never came
he felt so sick with a deadly chill in his bones
he realized too late he was never going home.

Verse 5
He died before dawn on her rain-soaked grave
he got what he wanted but in such a tragic way
they soon buried him there right next to her
together again but not in the way that he'd prefer.

- Mark Gammill