ouija think was gonna happen?
While in the icy death grip of a weekend spent watching horror movies and guzzling Bartles and James wine coolers (my favorite movie - The Evil Dead/my favorite flavor - B&J's Classic Original), my college friends and I decided it would be awesome to tempt fate with a Ouija board.
Whether it was an actual interest in speaking with spirits or just the spirits that had been flowing through us, the idea - inspired by a scene in the Exorcist where Regan shows her mother the fun that can be had chit chatting with the devil through a Ouija board just before that pesky possession business - grew the more we drank. Before the evening morphed into a new day, a board, made by the fine folks at Parker Brothers, had been procured, and the six of us huddled around it, ready to have either a really great laugh or - dun, dun, DUN - unlock the gates of Hell.
"Is anyone here with us today?" we asked, stifling giggles and clouding the room with lots of shushing sounds. "If anyone is here with us today, please let us meet you."
Seconds later, the message indicator flew to the word 'yes' at the board's upper lefthand corner, and the six of us were welcoming CeCe, the spirit of a 13-year-old girl, into our circle. How sad, I remember thinking just before peppering CeCe with very important questions, such as who I would marry and how many kids I'd have. CeCe dutifully spelled out the name of my college boyfriend and swore I'd have eight children with him. She could have then told me I'd sacrifice every one of those children at the altar of some demonic beast and I'd not have cared because I was so thrilled at the prospect of marrying my college love.
The Ouija board - and CeCe - came out almost every time my friends and I got together. She was always very polite, sometimes quite playful, and, every once in awhile, downright bitchy. Kind of like my friends and I were when our periods were in sync. After an evening of play in my room, I'd tucked the board deep within my closet and shut the door. Several hours later, my roommate and I were awakened in the middle of the night by a loud crash. Flicking on the lights, we saw my closet doors thrown open and the Ouija board laying in the middle of the floor between our beds.
JUST THE OUIJA BOARD!!
Several seconds of silence led to nervous giggling which then resulted in us dashing out the door and away from our evil room for the remainder of the night. From then on, I was done with the Ouija board, but if I were to dabble with it today I'd like to tell CeCe that I DID NOT marry my college boyfriend (long story), nor did I have eight children (so it goes without saying I didn't sacrifice any of them to some demonic beast)(but two kids I had might want to watch their backs)(just kidding).
I'd also rethink where I'd go shopping for a Ouija board. My friends and I picked mine up at Easters Grocery Store in Missouri. Because shopping for your occult needs makes a great deal of sense at a place bearing the word Christians use to celebrate the resurrection of Christ.
(...and rimshot!) Thanks folks! That's it for me tonight! You've been a fantastic crowd! I'll be back next week! Happy Halloween, y'all!
(Hey, Backpacking Dad! The Exorcist is on Bravo at 1:30 p.m. Central Friday. #WTMD?)