This is a story about a Ouiji board.It is based,in part,on a few events that actually occured in my life.Even given that,,it
is a work of fiction.The characters actions,words or ideologies or any other 'people elements' in the tale,,while based on
the actual persons involved,,are NOT actual accounts of the real persons actions,words or ideologies nor any other 'people
elements' aside from basic physical descriptions and their presence in the authors life.
Not all characters are based on real people.Not all events actually took place the way the tale recounts them.It is a
work of fiction based in part,,on events that occured in the authors life.
I don't know what genre to place it firmly in,,other than plain fiction but it could be said to have elements of the
supernatural and that could cause it to fall under Horror.It has a mystery as well,,so Mystery could be a sub category,as
could Suspense,Drama and perhaps to a few,,Comedy(?)
I hope most,no matter what their favorite genre may be,after reading it,,enjoyed it greatly.I hope few,,after reading
it,,feel it was a total waste of time.
Yet,,no matter which,,here it is.
Excerpt/lead in to Wee!Gee! by Roy L. Harbin
"Hey John,what ya got?" I asked him as he was digging around to pull something out of his book bag.
"It's a freakin weejie board from my sister." He said this with obvious revulsion, fear and weirdedoutness on
his face as he finally got it out of his bag and stuck it out to me.He was holding it like one might hold a dirty diaper full
of crap and that had a rattlesnake, scorpions and spiders in it.
Puzzled at his obvious reaction to the Milton Bradley novelty board game and since he was jabbing it at me to take
it out of his hand I laughed,,and reached out to take it with my right hand as it fell out of his hand,hit the floor on end
and came to rest leaning against his leg.He made a funny noise and jerkily stepped a few steps back which somehow caused the
game to fall and skitter in his direction.
He made the same funny noise but much louder and a little longer.I looked up at his face and I could feel the smile
vanish from mine.He was as white as I get during the winter and that is saying something since he was medium dark black man.His
eyes were wide and the look equaled a terror that normally one only sees in slasher or horror movies when a character is faced
with the knowledge of their own eminent death.It didn't last long,,from my viewpoint that is.He spun around and said "She
said she didn't want it anymore and that you would know what to do with it or something like that.", grabbed his book bag
and headed out the door with out looking back.I asked the back of his head,"What are you talking about?I didn't know you had
a sister and why does she think that?" His reply came back through the closing front door, "I'll call you when I get to my
house."
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