Stiff as a Board

“Look what I got!”

Beth rolled her eyes as Lindsey revealed the box. A Ouija board? Really? How cliche can a slumber party get?

“Awesome!” Sarah said. “Macey, turn off the lights.”

The giggling girls placed their hands on the planchette.

“Okay spirits,” Lindsey said in the most sinister voice a preteen could muster. “When will I die?”

Beth smiled. She pushed the planchette, spelling out N-O-W. She then grabbed the board and flung it around the room.

The girls screamed and ran outside in their pajamas. Beth watched them from the window, laughing.

Sometimes, it was fun being dead.