The Splintered Planchette - is only one story in an anthology of stories that comprise a tale of strange happenings of a particular apartment complex where each main character is only a background extra in another piece of the larger puzzle.
A "short story" presented in 14 Blog posts.
Enjoy this "episode" by David DeLane Snow
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THE SPILINTERED PLANCHETTE
[From the beginning...]
The two teenage boys were tossing things into a plastic garbage bag. The bedroom was getting its final cleaning as stacks of sealed boxes declared moving day had finally arrived.
One boy held up a model of the original starship Enterprise asking, "What about this?"
The other scoffed, "Of course not."
After carefully wrapping it in newspaper and snuging it into an opened box he held up a tarnished trophy, "This?"
"Yeah, right. I won that like two years ago in a baseball game, mom would so kill me if I chucked that out."
"Oh, cool," the younger exclaimed. He held up two torn halves of a Ouija Board, "Randy check it out!"
The friend, whose room it was looked scared by the discovery. "We were playing with that one family game night when the pointer thingy started moving on its own."
"Shut up, no it didn't."
"Serious man. Creepy. Everyone saw it move too. We all pushed away from the table at the same time and watched it fly all over the board. Aaron, I swear if my mom sees that thing she'll have worse than a melt down hissy-fit. Throw it away dude!"
Inspecting the artwork of the spirit board, Aaron passively said aloud, "Everyone, uh. It moved on its own, what did it spell out?"
"What," Randy's concentration asked from elsewhere?
"You said it started moving on its own - the pointer thingy, what did it spell out?"
Randy looked at his friend then answered slowly, "Woods don't come."
"What was that suppose to mean," his face puzzled, then laughed, "Man someone was playing with you all?"
"No. Everyone, mom, dad, aunt Freda, uncle Shawn, Chris and I all saw it moving. Crazy, it was like watching some weird movie."
"What happened after it spelled out WOODS DON'T COME?"
"Aunt Freda yelled out 'why not,'" Randy laughed nervously.
"Kidding me. You all sat there talking to the silly board game," Aaron asked?
"It spelled out 'He left us here,' " Randy went pale.
"Who?"
"That's what uncle Shawn asked, the the pointer spelled out 'blue car.' "
"You're joking with me. Seriously, everyone is just watching all this doing nothing --?"
Randy cut him off, "Dad jumped up and grabbed the Ouija board, tore it in half and threw it in the kitchen trash can, but --."
"But what?!"
"But, before he did the pointer spelled out 'We're not alone don't come.' "
"What?" Aaron's eyes were huge.
"As dad trashed the board, mom went running around the house turning all the lights back on. My aunt and uncle had been drinking all night and started laughing thinking it was all some preplanned party gag. I was freaking out as the candles kept lighting up and watching everyone's reaction."
Aaron asked, "What about your little brother?"
"Chris ran over to the corner, grabbed the pointer and then ran out the front door with it. Dad yelled for him to give the Planchette to him to throw away. We all followed them to see what was going on and that's when it happened."
"What? What happened?"
"Chris ran out into the street laughing and waving the pointer thing in the air, and some neighbor in a blue Mustang wasn't watching and backed up, hitting Chris. He died on the spot. That -- that was a year ago today."
"Wow. I'm so sorry Randy."
"Thanks man. It's still hard. So, here I am cleaning my room and finally getting ready to move. It's just weird how you found that board in Chris' backpack. We never found the Planchette after that day." Aaron's face went white as his eyes stared at the objects in his hands.
CONTINUE Reading... 2
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