​David Garrett had believed that love could conquer all. But his love couldn’t shield him against a 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 unfortunately found a 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 dark, forbidden secrets. He wasn't one for superstition or the occult but woefully his desperation outweighed disbelief. The idea struck him like a revelation: What if I could just 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 a candle and placed the board on the coffee table. His hands trembled with fear and apprehension 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 somehow? I want us to meet again. Please, tell me how.”

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At first, there was a long silence and no movement, then the planchette glided rather quickly, 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 did feel dangerous and wrong. Yet the thought of perhaps seeing Emma again eclipsed any caution. He’d sadly pay any price, endure anything, for just one more moment with her.

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When midnight arrived, so had 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 to meet you at midnight, 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 shadowy 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 very dark and terminal.

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When the cemetery groundskeeper found him hours later, David was lifeless, his body sprawled across Emma’s grave. 

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They buried him four days later, in a plot right next to Emma’s. David had Emma beside him again but obviously not in the way that he wanted. The townsfolk whispered about how his love and grief had driven him to desperation and madness. But there was something else. Those who attended the burial swore the air around the grave felt heavy, as though something unseen was there or 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, sorrow, and regret.

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David had regrettably gotten what he wished for. But wishes with a Ouija board, can come with dire consequences. ​David’s Ouija board was never found, but many more, of course, are out there, waiting for the next soul desperate enough to ask it for the impossible or even the possible and soon regret it.

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"Be careful what you wish for".

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 Written by Mark Gammill

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Ouija Board: (Song)

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.

Written by Mark Gammill