Interview With A Ghost

         Interview With A Ghost

Suzanne Marsh

“Would you like to try the Ouija board sometime?” I asked quietly. I desperately sought out any means to communicate with bride of one day. How could something so horrible happen to anyone? I had dabbled in occult before I met my beautiful Amy, my darling my destiny. Several of my friends said they would aid me with Ouija board, on Halloween. I think the four people that were that night were as terrified as I was. I had Googled the Ouija board to discover it would be the best way to contact my wife, she had died the day after we married, in a freakish accident. I had to have answers before I could have closure.

All Hallows Eve Day was dismal the evening uneventful until...midnight approached quickly as we took our places around the round oak table. The one Amy and I picked up at an antique sale just before we married. I turned the dimmer switch done almost to complete darkness. The four of us placed one finger each on the small board. Instantly it began to move as if by its own volition. That jarred me out of my alcohol induced stupor. I wasn’t sure I wanted to tamper with the Ouija board after all. The board seemed to read my thoughts it spelled out:

“Who are you?”

‘Who am I?’ I thought, ‘this is crazy insane!’. I had no idea how to answer this thing that had asked. I did not want to agitate it, for all I knew it might deny me access to my beloved Amy. I then asked it where it was located: The small board moved:

“Nicky, it is me, Amy, I miss you. I am sorry our time together ended so abruptly.”

Hell, I thought everyone knew that Amy had died the day after our wedding as she went jogging in the early morning hours. I was having a difficult time trying to understand how this thing knew my name. I thought about asking it something only Amy and I would know. In the interim the small board was all over the place on the larger board.

The wind began to howl outside, snow was in the near future for most of the area I reside in. It was an eerie sound, the rustling in the trees, the wind, all things that say All Hallows Eve.

I snapped back to the present; when the small board began to spell Harmony, the place where Amy and I grew to adulthood. We had not lived in Harmony for quite a while, we had moved to Bear Lake, Pennsylvania two years before we married. This was beginning to scare me, I had not mentioned ever living in Harmony to anyone here.

I knew then Amy was there although I could not see her. An apparition slowly began to appear near the wall. The longs legs, the sweet smile, Amy! My heart skipped several beats. My friends looked as if they were seeing the ghost also. I never believed in the paranormal, however I was rapidly changing my mind. I had no idea I was about to interview a ghost, my Amy. Things began to move, the curtains began to move, with the window closed. Then a gold plated pen gave me began to move, the one Amy gave me for my twenty fourth birthday. This was getting complicated, and scary. The small Ouija board began to move rapidly it spelled out:

“I am Amy. I was murdered by...Kent Monroe. Nick, I need peace here on the other side.

Go to the police, tell them.”

“Amy, they need proof.”

“Nick, go to the place where I was found, near or in the bush is a Kleenex with his blood.

I scratched him when he murdered me.”

“I’ll go look Amy, I miss you. Where are you?”

“In limbo, I can’t go to heaven or hell because I was murdered. It is not bad, a little cold.”

“Amy, when will I see you again?”

“Nick, I will return one time after my murder is solved, to say goodbye.”

The apparition left then, we sat and stared at each other, eventually we calmed down enough to try to make sense of what had just happened. Had I actually communicated with Amy? This made no sense to me. The very thought I had communicated with a ghost or apparition or whatever you care to call it. I made up my mind to go to the spot that Amy had designated, I asked Mason to go with me:

“Mason, will you go with me to that spot where Amy said that Kleenex was.”

“Hey, Nick sure. Do you really believe we will the Kleenex there?

“Hell, I don’t know what to believe, in theory, I don’t see how we could talk to a dead person.”

“Well, when do you want to go?”

“How about tomorrow morning about nine?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Mason left and I headed for bed and some much-needed sleep. The however was not the case, I tossed and turned, woke up thought I heard Amy coming to bed. I thought about the ordeal of looking of a Kleenex, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. My only real hope was that it had not disintegrated, before I find it. I tried to sleep but I just could not, I got up, found a Stephen King book and began to read it. My eyes became heavy, I must have dozed off because when I awakened the sun was rising a blood red in the east.

We drove to Harmony, New York, at most it was a half hour drive. Mason and I drove to the spot the apparition named. I saw a bush and walked over to it. I knelt down and began to feel around the area of the bush. My hand touched something soft, I began to tremble, it was the Kleenex. I stood up and almost fell over as Mason came over to grab my arm:

“Hey, Nick, what have you got there?”

“Mason, this is the Kleenex, the one the apparition told us about. We need to get this to the

police. Maybe then Amy can rest.”

We drove to the police station, there we contacted Sergeant Jim Tarelton, who had been in

charge of the case:

“Where did you say you found this? I will run it to the lab, if you are right, we have

the murderer.”

Later that day he called with the results:

“We have a suspect in custody, Amy Mann’s murder is solved.”

Late that night Mason and I sat at the Ouija board it had one last message for me:

‘Thank you, Nick, now I can rest in peace, I love you.’