By Josh Greenhut
It had been an eternal minute since the Ouija board had finished pronouncing the most terrible fate that Elijah could imagine. Trembling, he forced himself to ask a final question.
"Can you tell me when?"
The board began guiding his fingers at once.
. . .N. . .O.
With a roar, Elijah hoisted the board over his head and brought it down against the wall with a crack. On his fourth try, it splintered. He held an edge against the floor and stamped down with his foot, hard, breaking it in half. He kept at it until the floor was littered with fragments.
Spent at last, Elijah climbed the stairs and crawled into bed. There seemed to be something hard beneath the pillow. Lifting it, he found the Ouija board-cracked and scarred, but somehow whole-staring up at him. It jerked his finger as if with a string. All the way to. . . .
the third and final letter:
. . .W!
Hey guys! Hopefully you understood what was happening in this short story. There's supposed to be pictures with it. But I can't get them all on here so I just changed it a little bit so it was all words...
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Half Minute Horrors
RandomA collection of very short horror stories. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE STORIES OR THE CHARACTERS IN THEM. I WILL SPECIFY WHO THE REAL AUTHOR IS OF EACH STORY. I GOT THEM ALL FROM A BOOK I HAVE CALLED HALF-MINUTE HORRORS.
