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I sprinted to the house. By the oak tree I broke the Ouija board over my leg and threw it over the fence, vowing never to touch the board again — a promise I have kept. The caretaker wouldn’t find the proof of our midnight séance until the next day.

A Midnight Séance in the Pine Barrens
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Walter Bowne

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Arpad Nagy
Arpad Nagy

Written by Arpad Nagy

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Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.

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