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  • darkmoon696 17w

    The part in latin means, 'Gates of hell have opened. The only way out is to burn.'

    Purely fictional.

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    Ouija Board

    I walked into my brother's room at 3am as I was struggling to sleep.

    As soon as I entered, I noticed him standing to the corner of the room, facing the ceiling.

    Approached him slowly and tapped on his shoulder. Shouldn't have done that.

    He turned to me very fast, eyes all red and blood dripping out his mouth, and yelled,
    'Aperuerunt portas inferi. Solum hoc modo de uri',
    as his face started to burn.

    Probably, the thing we did 2 hours back opened something.

    We never should have touched that ouija board.


  • hharshitha 67w

    Haunted like the
    ghost of my past,
    Broken down by
    the tales of the castle,
    My mind is submerged
    under the sea of blood,

    A wooden board that
    spelled 26 alphabets,
    With numbers & yes or no
    at the both top corners,
    It's inception of joyous game
    turned into a bad omen,

    A lump in my throat
    as i pivot around,
    The Glass on the ground
    starts to spin quickly,
    And that's how I knew
    i'm not alone anymore,
    The walls were never
    thick enough to hide me,

    Unspared by her mercy for
    every time i tell my secret;
    someone's waking up dead,
    Shook hands with the satan
    for a forbidden daylight,
    All i know is i revolted
    with a cursed life,

    Human souvenirs was one
    of her favourite collections,
    She hunted down souls like
    a hangry wild boar,
    Forger smiled & malignant
    triumph in her expression,

    I don't see the shadows
    walk beside me anymore,
    As i glance the curtains held still
    and the door stopped creaking,
    I breathed a loud sigh of relief
    assuming she had left me alone,
    At last i go to bed before
    the dawn arises,

    I open my eyes to hear a
    stranger calling out my name,
    They're filling my bed with
    my favourite things,
    I scream my lungs out
    Only to realise that,
    My body lays in casket
    like a corpse holding
    a daisy against it's chest.


    Y'all ever played the ouija board? In my experience let me tell you that it didn't go as planned. Specially if you're playing near a cemetery.

    ~~ Fun facts behind the scenes ~~

    1. While writing down this poem, the empty glass did spin quickly idk how but I'm trying to convince myself that it's because the fan was rotating at a high speed.
    2. The door does make a werid sound when someone trys to open it maybe since its made of wood 15 years ago.
    3. If you're asking me if i played the game then yes, i did played the game with my school friends. It was definitely not a great experience, and I wouldn't want to do it again, those memories still haunt me till today.
    4. If you're interested in playing the game and your asking me for the details then I'd very much like to be EXCLUDED from this narrative. (please don't ask me)

    P.S you're not the only one who's sleepless after reading this ( i am too! ) *_*

    I hope I'm not the last person to submit this challenge!? My deepest apologies!!

    My special thanks to @crying_skiies for insisting me to post this piece!❤

    Thanks for stopping by!

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    The Ouija Board