What The Board Told Us Poem by Phil Soar

We bought the ouiji board from an old lady
She sat on the stone steps holding a wicker basket
There was a distinct smell of lavender
After we left she slept and the evening passed slowly

We took the board home and sat around the table
Holding hands we turned the lights down
Through a sort of misty gaze we call on the spirits
After an age we heard a knocking sound

Shocked, we all stared into each others eyes
"is there anyone there" said one of the famiily
The knocking began to sound louder
And then we saw the iamge at the door

The old lady wanted her wicker basket back!
She had woken to find it missing