The Spook That Killed My Peace

I’ve never believed in the function of ouija boards, but I tried it for fun as a dare. I summoned a grisly “figment” by the name of Miss Boo.

When she came from the hallway shadow, displaying herself in gloomy lighting, her fingers easily touched the bones of her desperate ankles.

That shovel chin pled for the diamonds, and her eyelids pulled back by invisible hooks.

The ticking of the clock seemed to tick in alignment with the beating of my heart. Oh, the hyper anxiety, soon to explode!

A grave chuckle struggled from her lips and crawled up my spine to tell me the day was near.

As if I’d taken a hallucinogenic, she mimicked a serpent by hypnotizing me with her dance.

“You like tarantulas don’t you?” She said and the question echoed throughout me. Then the shadow of abyss consumed her, resonating with my clingy trepidation.