Since moving here six months ago, she’d latched onto my best friend like a starving leech. Rachel squealed her assent, and I shot a dark look at Claire. “Oh! Rachel, ask it how you’re going to die.” “Actually, since it’s my birthday, I’m going first.” Rachel put her fingers on the piece. “Can I ask it for a car? Is this like a dead Santa scenario?” My cheeks flamed, but I stifled the urge to snap at her and laughed it off. “Ask whether Jude will ever like you back.”Ĭlaire’s voice was innocent, but I knew better. And at sixteen, we’re too old for this, I didn’t say. “I don’t have anything to ask dead people,” I said to her. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. “It’s just a game, Mara.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head.
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