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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ouija Board</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Holmewood a quiet mining village in North Derbyshire<br>where the terraced houses were still owned by the mine.<br>There lived a young ex-miner with his wife and children, <br>and Dennis the father hadn’t worked for sometime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Concrete floors were laid downstairs because of subsidence, <br>they had no curtains, carpets, television, or hi-fi. <br>All their money went on rent, food, and paying bills, <br>Vera was unhappy, but Dennis couldn’t understand why. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wanted to move away from the village to Derby, <br>where opportunities knocked on every ones door.<br>But Dennis was accustomed to the hardships of mining<br>and moving away didn’t have the same draw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He always persuaded Vera that things would get better<br>and a kiss and cuddle covered his incompetence.<br>All his ex-miner cronies were in the same boat, <br>and working for a living to him made no sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He’d become lazy and didn’t want the hassle of a new life<br>unlike many ex-miners who had moved to pastures new. <br>Many of the young families who rented their houses <br>were tied to the mine and didn’t know what else to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end of the main street was the village’s nearest pit, <br>and on any shift any miner could die.<br>Throughout the years many men had lost their lives, <br>and their bodies in the cemetery lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The miners’ widows very often came to see Vera<br>to ask if she would make contact with their dead.<br>She felt for the community and turned no one away, <br>and their gratitude helped to pay for the bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night she would organise six people to be together, <br>in the unlit empty room at the top of the stairs.<br>Carrying a lit candle, an empty glass and Ouija board, <br>she would arrange the table and six fold down chairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The home made Ouija board lay flat on the table<br>and in the middle was the upturned glass.<br>As everyone placed their index finger on the top of it, <br>Vera whispered for silence for what was about to pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They waited whist the candle flame danced and flickered, <br>again she whispered, “Is anyone there? ”<br>As the glass moved to letters on the board’s pencilled alphabet, <br>a confirmation brought a chill to the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vera never once failed to make spiritual contacts, <br>but always stopped when the ‘evil’ came through.<br>Whenever the spiritual highway became opened <br>the same forceful ‘evil’ presence became renewed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was obvious they didn’t return and close the highway, <br>they stayed in the room that was turning black.<br>Dennis admitted they should move away from the ‘evil’, <br>because Vera could not to send them back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ‘evil ones’ became restless and moved furnishings, <br>it was frightening and getting worse each night.<br>Then for no apparent reason the ‘evil’ ones went quiet, <br>for over six weeks the peace was pure delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hoped their haunting was over and they had gone for good.<br>Weeks later Vera had a visit from her cousin who was blind.<br>She hadn’t seen her, or her guide-dog ‘Eyes’ for over a year.<br>Whilst talking, ‘Eyes’ went upstairs and they paid it no mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An open door slammed behind the dog which shook the house, <br>and filled Dennis with panic, as Vera dashed upstairs.<br>She tried to enter the bedroom, but the door wouldn’t budge, <br>Vera shouted, but Dennis was outside, glad to be out of there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Eyes’ was howling and scratching the floor trying to get out, <br>a split second later Vera heard the sound of breaking glass.<br>She raced down stairs into the street below the bedroom window; <br>‘Eyes’ lay still and bleeding amongst the glass he smashed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Eyes’ began to whimper as its wounds seeped with blood, <br>Vera could hardly speak, as her cousin asked about ‘Eyes’.<br>‘Eyes’ thankfully recovered, and the family moved to Derby.<br>The new life was fine until the Ouija was again given a try.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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