The Ouija Board: Echoes In The Dark Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

The table stood still, yet the silence would speak,
while shadows grew longer and courage grew weak.

What started in laughter and innocent delight,
became a strange question that haunted the night.
What began as a game beneath candlelight's glow,
left behind secrets no one could know.

Reason brings answers both steady and clear,
while mystery survives in the heart of our fear.
Between fact and fiction, one question remains,
like an echo that lingers through darkness and rains.

The candle burns low, and the shadows grow still,
the silence returns to the house on the hill.
Yet one whispered question continues to thrill:
Who moved the planchette against every will?

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