CRISS KARVER
Presents
Just what is a ouija board? Do they really work? How dangerous are they? Are they dangerous at all? The ouija board has always been a topic of a friend's conversation. Someone you know or who have talked to probably said they had a ouija board experience. Life after death? Is there really someone there talking to us or is it our nerves causing the oracle to move? Some believe that the ouija boards are gateways to paranormal dimensions and summoning a spirit or 'ghost' from within this dimension isn't such a great idea. Hauntings and paranormal activity have been said to brew from these 'summonings.' Are the stories we all hear real? Should ouija boards be taken seriously? Author Criss Karver wrote this story about a paranormal experience about a ouija board. However, in this story, ouija boards aren't taken seriously and once the couple involved begins experiencing paranormal activity ... it's too late. Stephen King fans from around the world ranked 'Ouija' one of the top three poems inside
THE LUNACY MACHINE.
There are many poems about ghost stories out there. There are many dark poems about ouija boards. But how many of these poems combine the energy of such famous authors such as Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe and Shel Silverstein? If you read any of my dark poems, then 'Ouija' is the one that may just turn your attention to THE LUNACY MACHINE. Thank you for coming by and enjoy this paranormal experience within this poem I call, 'OUIJA'.
Is there someone there? Is there someone there?
Come talk to us tonight.
We’re asking for the dead to speak,
It’s only us . . .my wife and me.
Come tell us how you died.
The oracle moved about the board
A figure-eight reply.
The oracle started slowing down, then stopped . . . above the Y.
Tell us more, tell us more, what brought you here to me?
Tell us how you died tonight.
Tell us when you died tonight.
Tell us what brings you here tonight.
Keep spelling it for me.
The figure eight continues and around the board it moves.
It’s slowing down, it’s slowing down.
Come, spirit, talk to me right now,
Tell us tonight, because we want to know . .
Then the oracle stopped on the letter O.
You’re coming in so very clear,
Now tell us why you’re roaming here, on this dark and stormy night.
Speak to me, speak to me,
Travel through this board to me.
Tell us why you sleep tonight beneath your resting tomb.
Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me now.
Then the oracle stopped on the U.
Y-O-U, Y-O-U, this isn’t making sense.
You spelled out, YOU
Is this what you meant to do?
Then the oracle stopped on YES.
My palms were sweating. My nerves were aching.
My wife could see me hesitating
As I just sat there, concentrating
Recalling what I knew.
This cannot be. This cannot be.
Then the oracle spelled out, S-U-E.
My wife had seen the fear in me
And she asked me about Sue.
I dropped my head into my hands.
I was afraid of telling you.
I held my tears and continued on, while placing my hands in hers.
I killed a woman last year in June, on the night of the 23rd.
And as my tears began to flow,
It was time to tell the truth.
My wife had every right to know about that night in June.
It was a hit and run, around the bend.
My drinking then, brought her the end.
I panicked and I left the scene--
No witnesses or no clues.
I fixed the car behind your back. I kept it all from you.
My wife broke down in tears that night, as I embraced her crying out,
I’m sorry, Sue. I’M SORRY SUE!
I’M SORRY FOR WHAT I’VE DONE TO YOU!
Forgive me, please…forgive me please.
Can’t you see what you’ve put me through?
I think of you as days go by.
At church
At work
You’re on my mind!
I’m sorry that you had to die
May God have mercy on my life!
The oracle twitched
Which made me cringe
And the candlelight flickered
Again and again.
Our fear had grown
As we sat there alone
Feeling the presence of death in our home.
The temperature dropped
From eighty to sixty
Then plummeted to thirty degrees.
We had noticed that the water
Inside of our aquarium
Had already started to freeze!
The temperature dropped to twenty below
We huddled together in the bitter cold.
The tears from our eyes
Were dropping like ice
And we could not hide our fear.
There was no denying,
That someone was trying
To explain what was happening here.
We were both so cold
As I pulled my wife close
She said she was numb from her head to her toes
And together we witnessed
The ouija board twitching
And the oracle …
Above it …
Just moved on its own!
And then, we stared
Into the candle’s glare
When the light began to dim.
It was then …
When our shadows had moved from the walls-
To the floor
And then back again!
We both heard the voices
What appeared to be voices
Of two younger girls who were making the noises
Of whispers and laughter
Again and again
When we closed our eyes,
We could feel them within
Creeping and sneaking
Inside of our skin!
We came to our knees
In the bitter freeze
And the candles blew out
From an arctic breeze
We huffed and we puffed
And we screamed out a plea
In this desperate attempt
To leave us be
Sue Logan! Sue Logan!
Please listen to me …
I called out, while holding my wife close to me,
Stop what you’re doing and leave us in peace
If it’s justice you want-
I will tell the police!
I’ll turn myself in
If that’s what you choose
And if that’s not what you want …
Then what can I do?
It was then when we noticed the ouija board
Began to slowly move.
Responding to the problem that we both had misconstrued.
The ouija board, then began to tell
One letter at a time, it spelled
I A M N O T S U E…
Slowly and cautiously
We backed away
The ouija’s response
Took our breath away
The ground quaked
Like the house was awake
And the thunder outside was causing a shake
It was windy and hailing
And pouring down raining
While we both tried to figure out
What the ouija was saying.
I was afraid at first but couldn’t resist
To know who was speaking
And telling us this.
So I took my wife’s hand and we sat on the floor
Placing our hands on the ouija once more.
Is there someone there, is there someone there
Please come and talk to me!
When no response was given…
My wife began to speak,
“Please tell us who you are,” she told,
“We know that Sue was not alone
I know the past
I was told of the crash
Please talk to us and help us cope.”
The figure eight begins to form and around the board it glides.
It stops on the S
And then on the A
The oracle was moving in so many ways …
It’s pulling and pushing
Again and again
And it finally stopped on the N.
Revealing the name of Sara Lynn.
“Sara Lynn. Sara Lynn. Come talk to me tonight.
Come tell me why you mentioned ‘Sue’
On this dark and stormy night
Sara Lynn. Sara Lynn. Come tell us how you died.”
Then the oracle starting moving, but then stopped above GOOD BYE.
“Sara Lynn. Sara Lynn I want to talk to you.
Are you with me Sara,” she whispered,
But the oracle didn’t move.
And then we heard a sound like someone screaming in the wind.
Then the oracle twitched, which made us cringe.
“I think she’s back again.
Sara is that you,” she said, as lightning filled the sky.
“Sara please, I have to know …”
Then the oracle moved around and around
Then came to a halt above the NO.
“Please tell me who you are
Because I thought your name was Sara.
If you’re not Sara, then who are you?”
Then the oracle spelled out … Kara.
And then the room, from the ceiling to floor
Went from a negative temp
To a hundred and four.
The temperature grew.
The thermostat blew.
The paint began melting
As we sweated it through.
The ouija board switched
It shook
It twitched
And beneath the board, it glowed.
A burning flame came through the floor
A fiery pit below.
The flames from the board
Brought a blinding light
And June twenty-third had come back tonight.
Away from our house;
Like a glimpse from the past
We witnessed
From a distance
That fatal crash.
And Sue Logan was there, inside of her jeep
She was lying unconscious in the smoldering heap.
She cried out a moan
And we watched in denial
As Sue awoke in a blaze of fire.
She was strapped to her seat
In the burning heat
As my other self drove away,
Leaving the scene.
So I ran to the jeep
While shouting out loud.
Yelling for help
But there was no help to be found.
I pulled on the door
‘Till my muscles were sore
Doing my best to get her out.
I could smell the gas
As I beat on the glass
She screamed and she screamed
As she pounded the dash.
I tried and I tried but I couldn’t get in
And then she was engulfed from the fire within.
And the blazing inferno
Turned her body to ash
As my body was thrown from a fiery blast.
I turned to my wife
With tears in my eyes
I came to my knees
With Sue on my mind
Sue Logan did not deserve to die!
I wish it was me,
I said to my wife,
I wish it was me who had died on that night!
If I hadn’t been drinking
She would have survived!
If I could …
I would …
I’d go back in time
A second explosion tossed my body around
I was stunned at first
While I looked about
It was pouring down raining as I figured it out
That this horrible rumble
Was my car in a tumble
Twisting its way down the side of a street
Rolling
And crushing
My arms and my feet.
I couldn’t understand just what happened at first
Was I back in my car?
Was it June twenty-third?
I was trapped in my car
And I couldn’t get out.
The flames from the gas tank
Were making their rounds.
The seatbelt was broken
I was crying out loud
I could see out the windows
But no help could be found.
And then something pounded the window beside
Kicking and beating
As I shouted a cry
But what I had seen
Was a glimpse of a dream
Because what I had seen
Could not possibly be.
And then I was covered
In a fiery blaze
I screamed out in pain
When the flames hit my face.
I pulled at the door
And I smacked at the glass
My clothes were engulfed
From the spread of the gas
My skin began peeling right off of my bones
Then it came to an end
And I died there alone.
And three days later, my casket was closed
And the cause of the accident
Was still unknown.
And my wife was the only one who knew the truth
About the ouija
The haunting
And what happened to Sue
But who could she tell about what happened to me
And how we returned
To June twenty three?
There was nothing to do.
She fell to the ground
While the funeral assistants were lowering me down.
And the ones who attended were crying for me
Embracing my wife;
Showing their sympathy.
And one in particular was a woman in white
Who was standing with her husband and twin babies beside.
They approached my wife
And the woman, she sighed
Then broke down in tears
But couldn’t explain why.
“My name is Sue Logan and this is my family;
This is Sara
This is Kara
And my husband, Andy.
It’s hard to explain why I’m here today
As if something inside me had brought me this way
To tell you that everything would be okay.
And maybe it sounds like I’m losing my mind
But I was on that same road
On that same exact night
Driving to the hospital
At that same exact time
To deliver my twins…
It was a quarter to nine.
But what happened next,
Put a chill up my spine.
A fog had appeared
Which blinded my sight
And I swear that I saw someone dressed in white
Who was guiding my way through this frightening night
I steered to my left
But I was forced to my right
I was back on the road
With the hospital in sight-
Led by an unexplainable and unnatural light.
I had thought that the incident was all in my mind
Until I woke up
In the hospital
With my babies beside
And I noticed the news
Were showing the views
Of the wreckage
And your husband
Who had died on that night.
On that same exact road
Where I had witnessed the light.
In that same exact spot
At that same exact time.
And I guess that’s why I needed to be here today
Because I believe that your husband
Had saved me that day.”
She continued to speak
With my wife on her knees
Then my wife took a rose
Which she tossed down to me.
Was it all so real?
Did I disappear?
Did we travel through time?
To settle my crime?
And if it were true
Was it the right thing to do?
Was I supposed to die, instead of Sue?
But as time went by
Sue and my wife
Were becoming the best of friends.
Then out of the blue
My wife turned to Sue
With the ouija in hand-
Where it all began.
“I’m really not sure if you want to know
And I’m not too sure if you’ll believe me-
So…
I’ll just say it
The way it might sound to be true
Because there’s something I’ve been dying
To share with you.”
THE LUNACY MACHINE
(cOVER TO cOVER sTORIES)
Through The Eye of His Only Son (intro poem)
The Starving Author (the beginning of everything (a poem)
Avalanche (No more skiing alone (a poem)
South of The Covered Bridge (A deceiving (a poem)
Presents in The Cellar (A paranormal experience in the basement (a poem)
A Bump in The Night (Alone at Grandma's (a poem)
Half Dead (The average man lives to be 67 (a poem)
Spiders (Where spiders go at night (a poem)
Grandma (A limerick plus one line about the other side of Grandma (a poem)
Dead Cat (A cat has nine lives, but not all are equally nice (a poem)
Night of The Twister (A stand-off between man and mother nature (a poem)
The Boy Who Knew Too Little (A know-it-all boy learns the hard way (a poem)
Infection (Take care of your spider bites (a poem)
Ouija poem
Edge of Madness poem
Mouse Hole poem
Writer's Cramp poem
Red Eye ( A simple trip to the doc can land you in the loony bend (a poem)
Under The Rainbow (The Wizard of Oz limerick... one year later (a poem)
Mouse Coffin (why not to drink alcohol and build coffins poem)
Where The Floor Creaks (Why some houses are sold cheap (a poem)
Room 402 (Don't feed the dead man... you'll get caught (a poem)
What Gnaws on My Spine (Sometimes, when your back hurts... (a poem)
Twisted Fate ( Next time, go right instead of left (a poem)
Sick (Never watch television with a high fever (a poem)
The Devil in Dr. Feddlestine (Addiction = lunacy (a poem)
Complaint Department (Form a line behind my wife (a poem)
