I avoided Mrs. Colston as much as I could. I didn’t want to tell her about what I went through. I even took measures of taking meals in my room under the false pretense that I was studying. It didn’t help, though. Every night for a week after my excursion, I dreamed of Sabrina. It would always start out with me seeing Sabrina at the end of the hallway. She would beckon to me but I could never get any closer to her than I was. Then, I would see Joel standing next to her smiling wickedly. He always held a white rose spotted with blood. I would tell Sabrina to run and then the floor always caved in under me and I fell into darkness. I woke with a start each morning. Finally, after about nine days, I got the courage to eat downstairs with the Colstons and my parents. They greeted me happily and Mrs. Colston seemed to have forgotten about the key and my trip down memory lane. Roast beef was served and we ate quietly. Suddenly, a chill came over the room and I felt queasy. My mother looked at my father with confusion and suddenly, a whisper came from the far corner of the dining room.
“I wasn’t sick!” Mr. Colston’s face drained of color and Mrs. Colston clutched her knife with white knuckles.
“Sabrina?” Mrs. Colston asked feebly. All she got in response was what sounded like a female sigh. Then, I felt something stroking my arm. Goosebumps rose where I was touched. At that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that Sabrina was in the room with us. She breathed my name and I shivered. My parents and the Colstons stared at us- me awestruck. I could feel her presence becoming weaker though, and with desperation, I exclaimed, “Don’t leave me!” With that, the cold evaporated from the room and she didn’t linger. Dry sobs racked my body and everyone looked away. When I finally calmed down, Mr. Colston glared at me accusingly and left the dining room. My father wouldn’t make eye contact with me and my mother and Mrs. Colston looked ashamed. I threw my napkin down on the table and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I heard my mother call after me but I ignored her. I slammed my door with a satisfying bang and noticed a strange sort of board at the food of my bed. There were letters all over it and the words yes and no. There was a pointer in the middle of the board. Was it some sort of game? In tiny writing on the corner, there was a word: Ouija. I had heard about Ouija boards. Adrenaline coursed through my body and I sat before it.
“Are you here, Sabrina?” I whispered shakily. As if by magic, the arrow began to turn and thunder suddenly crashed outside. It pointed to yes. I let out a small cry of surprise and tried to slow my heart. It pounded quickly in my ears.
“You said you weren’t sick. How did you die?” I asked quietly. The arrow began pointing to letters. I, t, w, a, s. I waited for more but someone pounded on the door. I glared at it and then asked again. The arrow wiggled but didn’t move.

Sabrina
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At last
Power surging through me
I can do this
Get the justice I deserve

Power surging through me
Henry, I spell out
Get the justice I deserve
Thunder cracks and falters

Henry, I spell out
My energy is fading fast
Thunder cracks and falters
Not enough time

My father burst in and screamed, “Stop all of this nonsense!! Sabrina is dead! Get over it and put that thing away!” I stared at him steadily and he slammed my door back shut. He was wrong. He didn’t feel the things I felt, hear the things I heard. I knew that Sabrina was still very much with us. I put the Ouija board under my bed and settled in for a long night.
I woke up the next morning to a quiet knock on my door. I got up and saw that to my horror, a blood spattered rose had been left there. I kicked it away and tried to stop my hands from shaking. I dressed and went downstairs as though nothing had ever happened. Porridge sat on the table for me. I ate it slowly, not wanting to have too much time on my hands. When I was finished, I found myself walking into the music room. It was a foggy day and the windows cast an eerie gray light over the instruments. I sat down at the piano and saw a flash of lavender out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw something unbelievable. Sabrina was sitting on the window seat, beckoning to me. She looked so real and alive. I got up and she did too. I walked towards her but, she walked out the door of the music room. I followed her timidly and she stopped at the closed front door to make sure I was behind her before walking through it. I gaped and opened the door. The only way I knew she was out in the fog were the flashes of her purple petticoat that I kept seeing. She kept calling for me, teasing me. At last, she stopped in front of the stables. I rushed towards her but she melted away into the foggy morning.