My board. My talking board. How it mesmerises me so. I'm addicted to it's every move. I spent day in and day out trying to get a signal from the other realm, and I did.1
Her name was Katrina, she was a lovely lady who died in January of 1943. She loved her life and her husband and she wanted them back. I'd ask her everything from her favorite color, and also about her deepest darkest secrets. 2
One day she said she wanted me to try "free writing" so I picked up my pencil and tried. All i could get was a figure eight. Nothing more and nothing less. It started to aggravate me so I went back to the bored. But Katrina was mad. She commanded me to free write. So I once again tried. This time I laid the pad on the board. Yet again, the same ol' figure eight. But I did get an "A". So I went back to the board. She asked me to try using me voice. So I did. She seemed like a nice lady. 3
I sat there looking at the sky for a half hour or so, waiting for something to exit my lips and then, something did. It wasn't Katrina. A coarse voice hollering, screaming, flailing my hands around. It had taken over. 4
When I gained control again. It seemed normal as can be but wow, was there a head ache. So I went back to the board but, I didn't get an answer.5
I went to church the fallowing day and I left with one of the most blistering headaches ever. This lasted for weeks until one day people were complain because the faint smell of sulfur was in the room. I knew right then it was that who called itself Katrina. 6
I went to the priest and he took me into his office and offered me the blood and body of Christ. I ate them and all seem normal. Then "It" gained control of my body and mind. Screaming in blasphemy hollering scratching every inch of my body. Scarring my flesh trying to destroy my mind.7
I could feel it draining from my body. I watched a black haze exit through my stomach and out the window into the ground screaming. That is a voice I'll never forget. 8
Katherine was gone9
Author notes
This is an EXTREMELY brieft story. I had a dream like this a couple days back. It scared the crap out of me but it was interesting. I loved the way it exited my body. It was beautiful yet horrifying. Well, that's all I have to say.
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wow daryl. i would be really frightened if i had a dream like that , because something similiar to that actually happened to me. it was the most frightening experience i think i have ever had.
if this happens again, you should write about it and try to decipher it further. the more you do, the more you will understand and be able to translate it.
in the meantime, don't use a ouija board. NOT A GOOD THING. IT'S THE "DEVIL'S BOARD".
anyway, great write, it was descriptive and it made my heart beat faster, literally. keep it up!!!!!!!
Love ya,
Meg -
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wow this was amazing... you should write your dreams more often... damn your amazing... i love your words!!
Dizzy -
Whoa- this must have been a breathtaking dream... scary but breathtaking, especially if you could actually 'feel' what you have described there. It amazes me that you have managed to describe your dream so vividly.
Nice write. -
Hey "relm" must be "realm".
Also: "I went back to the bored." Surely "I went back to the board."
"went to church the fallowing day" should be "went to church the following day".
"poeple were complaing" – people were complaining
sulfer – sulphur
This must have been a terrible dream. Very frightening is this poem.
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