It was just a bit of fun...........
We squeezed round the table eight friends all from school
Four sat on dining chairs, four sat on stools
Our fingers all touching the glass in the middle
Instructions agreed, no one to fiddle
Ouija boards are not to be played
It’s serious stuff where contacts are made
Is anyone there we hear Paul say
The glass edges forwards and stops at the J
We all ask in unison does anyone know
The glass moves sideways and stops at the O
Alan breaks rank and runs for the door
The glass bangs the table, Alan falls to the floor
I’m stuck to the glass I hear someone say
The glass just ignores him and moves to the A
Someone starts crying with fear, it is Ben
Wind whistles past us as the glass stops at N
Ian’s dog starts to bark and gives one monstrous roar
As an old ladies photograph falls from the wall
We manage to escape leaving Ian alone
The last words he screamed – Please no Aunty Joan
- Alan’s death was recorded as death by natural causes.
- Ian remains on the police missing persons list to this day, they have never found his body!
©Julian Race 04/09/2021
It was like being born, I suppose, only with a memory of... something? Like the kraken surfacing after ages in the depths to gulp at the air.
It was like deja vu. Like being in a place you’ve never been, but somehow recalling it with a whimsical fondness that betrays the dread of being back. It was like being the genie in the bottle while greedy hands rubbed, and wonder filled eyes gazed in at your nakedness.
It was like being in a place you don’t want to be, seeing faces you don’t want to see, but one. That one face at once familiar and forgotten and foreign.
Asking how you are, and where you’ve been? Unanswerable questions all, when there is no longer a who? Things of no importance, or consequence, while your untried voice screeches, and moans.
And anger at being drawn into this place and out of the other, with naught but chains to whipsaw rattle and shake, and breath to suck through rotted teeth like cold water.
It was discomfort, and confusion, and angst. It was like dementia multiplied and again, and folded overtop of itself in layers. It was the unleashing of the secrets...
It was the horror and dread of knowing there would be “that” again.
And then they were gone, and I.
Christmas Eve Seance
Everyone gathered, seating themselves on the couches and chairs, looking at each other and as Gail opened her mouth to speak, Gaia said, “There are two spirits, here tonight. Both are family. I’ve regained enough of my skills and power to be able to bring them forth and open the way for them to speak to you tonight.”
“Why do you need us all here then?” Mike asked, always the doubter. Although he’d seen many examples of magick or what he would more practically think of as paranormal abilities, he still wasn’t going to believe he could talk to a ghost.
“He’s right, why do you need us?” Gail reiterated.
“Thoughts, especially of those who believe, create energy which helps align temporary doors between worlds. I’m going to bring them to the mirror. It’s your acceptance of what you see, and belief in being able to speak to them, which will allow them to break through the rest of the barriers between the world they exist in now, and our reality.”
“Are they haunting the cabin?” Doug wanted to know.
“One has been hanging around since we’ve arrived, yes. The other is making a special trip, she’s quite content with all she’s accomplished in her life.”
“All right, show me the ghosts.” Mike challenged.
“I want you all to join hands, even though you aren’t in a circle around a table, your energy, if you concentrate, and honestly believe what you’re saying will be enough to bring them through the door from between. Are you ready?”
Hands clasped each other, and the entire group nodded.
“Mike, go with it. Just give it a chance, okay?” Doug begged. His brother rolled his eyes but nodded. What would it hurt?
Gaia raised her hands from her side, palms open, she cupped two perfect amethyst orbs of the darkest intense purple. They glowed where they lay, lit from inside. “It is the night before Christmas, eve of a special day celebrating the greatest birth in man’s history. I ask all the Gods and Goddesses to help us to believe, to see what is there, hidden by the veil that shrouds the between. Repeat these words after me. I believe those who have gone before,” Gaia paused and waited for the response.
Ten voices repeated the phrase.
“Who have loved us, and missed us,” Gaia continued.
“Who have loved us, and missed us,” What was a wavering start, was stronger and more convincing now, echoing slightly.
“Can come to us, give us peace and direction,”
The response gained more resonance.
“Warning and love, as we will, so mote it be!”
“Warning and love, as we will, so mote it be!”
The mirror, so reflective before, fogged. Slowly the cloudy fuzz parted, and Fiona MacDonald stood, tiny, happy, and content. “I have but one message. Blaire, my darling girl, you must trust your instincts. Protect your mother. Your sons are strong, trust them to keep themselves safe. Their father will be your bane. I am sorry, you will suffer. With strength, trust, and family, you will overcome.” She vanished almost before anyone digested what she’d said.
Blaire shivered, “What did she mean James, protect your mother? Mom’s safe on a cruise.”
Before James could answer the mists parted and another figure began to form. Dressed in full special ops military gear, he climbed out of the mirror and stood before them, almost an exact double of his son. Andrew stood up at attention, snapping a salute. “Honored to meet you sir!”
“Eddy, oh my God, Eddy,” Gloria’s eyes filled. Tears ran down her cheeks unnoticed. She dropped Alanna’s and Morgan’s hands, running to him, flinging herself into his arms.
“How did he get here? He’s supposed to be dead!” Mike’s eyes were big as saucers.
“Your wishes were granted tonight. I am here as I was the morning before I died. I have only a short time and much to say, young man. Believe there is more to the world than you might think young Mike. Fiona was right. Your sons are strong, Blaire. There’s something incredibly evil coming your way.” Eddy Jr. said. His arms were around his wife, he didn’t seem to notice how she’d aged. “My darling, I never wanted to leave you.”
“Forgive me, for what I did. I died with you that day. I’ve only begun to live again.” Gloria wept against his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, it was destined. Before great triumph, great suffering. You have a gift now, don’t squander it. Tell them.” He whispered in her ear.
Gloria nodded against his shoulder. “Protect your mother. I think I’ve figured it out. Oh, my, Eddy. I know who the dream was about!”
He nodded. “Tell them, sweetheart. Know I love you. I’ll be waiting for you when it’s your time. Live life, you deserve it.”
“I’ll always love you, Eddy. I can let you go now that I know it was truly an accident. I promise I’ll make use of my gift where I can.” Gloria raised her lips to his, the sweet salvation of his kiss a healing balm for her struggling spirit. “Goodbye till we meet again.” She held his hand as he turned to speak to his children.
“Andrew, my son. I am and always was proud of all you are and have become. Contact Honshu. He’s crucial.”
Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, sir.”
“Morgan, my sweet baby girl, I love you. Your daughter is Fiona Gloria. Your sons, Edward Andrew, and Harold James, declared by the Gods and Goddesses, they bring the future and hold it safe.”
“I’ll remember, papa. I love you.” Morgan stood and walked toward him. Taking his hand, she laid it gently on her baby bump. “Alanna tells us they’re strong and healthy.”
“Alanna, go to Ireland this summer. With work, you will become a healer and a doctor. The world will learn to trust both.” She looked at him startled to be noticed.
“I must go. Remember, as a family, you can overcome the trouble that lays ahead. You have the talent, skill and knowledge to keep yourselves and the world safe.” He bent to kiss Gloria once more, and pulled himself up onto the mantel, pushing the crystals aside. Turning to face them all he saluted and said. “Papa, Momma, love you both. See you on the other side.”
The misty mirror cleared, the candles flared, and a light breeze circled the room. Everyone sat in silence for a moment, and then they started to talk, all at the same time.
This is an excerpt from my novel Next which you can find here:
I hope you come to read the rest of the book.
Hello, old friend, it’s been awhile,
We haven’t spoken since that day.
I’ve long forgotten your genial smile,
And let’s be honest, it’s better that way.
I made my peace and shed some tears,
Accepted that all things have to end.
But after some distance and several years,
You found me once more as a different friend.
I thought I was wearing sufficient disguise,
Purging mementos to make my life pure.
But ghosts are persistent when artifice dies,
I was so confident; I was so sure.
I thought that it could be different this time,
There was room in my soul, and I left it ajar.
Should there be consequence? Was there a crime?
I think you can’t help it, it’s just who you are.
I thought you were older, so maybe you could
Be a light in the dark and a similar strange.
You said that you promised, and swore that you would,
But ghosts aren’t alive, and so you’ll never change.
Maybe I missed you, invited you here,
Or summoned the person I wished you could be.
I forgot the fangs and forgot the fear,
I forgot that it felt kind of good to be free.
Everyone is an exorcist after the fact.
Once you know it’s a ghost, of course you can see.
They say “cut them off, amputate and extract,”
But I can’t, when you already did that to me.
My postmortem’s course has concluded its run,
It’s not about me, you have ghosts of your own.
Of your countless promises, make and keep one:
Haunt other hearts, and just leave mine alone.