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, spirit sailing free.
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 hands were sweating. My knees were shaking.
My wife had glanced up, hesitating,
While 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.
Although 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.
I see your face and start to cry.
I’m sorry that you had to die.
May God have mercy on my life!

The oracle then twitched and turned; it moved all on its own
While the temperature kept dropping, all around us in our home.
Then the oracle slowed and began to tell;
One letter at a time, it spelled
I AM NOT SUE.

To Be Continued