OUIJA games on the high seas 👻

The six friends had not seen each other for two years after graduating college. Jobs, relationships and responsibilities had kept them all extremely occupied, leaving barely any time for socializing with one another. Only a few phone calls had kept them all in touch and even those had been cryptic at best.

So when Alexandria sent official looking envelopes in the mail, not email, but honest to goodness mail in the mailbox inviting them all to a luxurious weekend sailing under moonlit skies out on her yacht, none of them could resist the break from all the monotony. Especially with Maya nagging everyone with her eagerness to get away and have some fun.

Th rather opulent and palatial Bijou Mystique was rumored to be haunted, which only added to its rather grandiose charm. Alexandria had bought the 'pleasure boat' for just such a reason, she always had a keen interest in the occult and the time to pursue it. Alex's family was extremely wealthy, and she was constantly bored with the everyday and mundane.

Friday evening found them gathered on the impressive looking dock where they all boarded the yacht and were soon gliding across moonlit waters. The air smelled of salt and adventure. Onboard were Alexandria's five friends: Gherry, the skeptic; Emma, the thrill-seeker; Kris, the history buff; Maya, the spiritualist; and Jake, the co-captain.

"Hello guys, so great so see you all again". Alexandria beamed as she hugged them all.

"Oh my gosh, it is so great to be here again". Gushed Emma, happy to be going out to sea.

Everyone hugged and greeted, all chatting, laughing and speaking at the same time.

Maya had always felt a connection to the curious and lavish boat, her senses felt greatly heightened whenever she was aboard. She possessed a unique blend of spiritual abilities, making her an intriguing character aboard the Bijou Mystique. Ever since childhood she knew that there was a special spiritual depth to her senses.

For many years Maya kept her secret that she can communicate with spirits, bridging the gap between the living and the departed. Her parents knew and had taken her to many counselling sessions to keep her grounded and normal. It took her a while, but she had made her peace with it all.

Friday night and Saturday passed quickly, and everyone partied, had fun, swam and lounged about in the sunlight. They chatted about old times and the night when Maya was possessed by make believe demons in college when she had been drunk and puking. They never actually believed her when she said she had a supernatural gift and they had all chalked it up to good old fun.

Then Emma did the unexpected.

On Sunday, as the Bijou Mystique sailed toward a remote island, the friends gathered in the opulent lounge. Emma, always up for a dare, pulls out an old wooden box. Inside lies a dusty Ouija board. “Let’s try it,” she says, eyes gleaming.

"Oh, oh, now for the ghosts". Said Gherry, making eerie movements with his hands.

Everyone gathered round making room for the board on the table. They all sat down, placing a hand on the planchette.

Maya approached the group tentatively, she had misgivings about such an undertaking, especially with rumors of haunting on the yacht.

She leaned forward, gingerly reaching towards the Ouija board, it stirred dormant powers within Maya. As she placed her fingers on the planchette, a surge of energy awakened her latent abilities. The veil between realms thinned, granting her heightened intuition, empathic connections, and glimpses into the ethereal. Yet, with each revelation, she felt the spirits’ hunger grow, threatening to consume her very essence.

Maya quickly withdrew her hand. When she again placed her hands on the Ouija board’s planchette, she became a conduit for the boat's otherworldly messages. She was transported directly into the world of the living boat in another timeline.

Empathy

Maya feels emotions deeply, especially those of the spirits around her. She senses their pain, fear, and longing.

Intuition:

Maya’s instincts guide her. She knows when danger looms or when the veil between realms thins. Her intuition was leading her into the Ouija board, unlocking its secrets.

Astral Projection:

In moments of deep concentration, Maya can separate her consciousness from her physical body. She explores the ethereal plane, seeking lost souls and unraveling mysteries.

Protection Spells:

Maya carries ancient talismans and incantations to shield herself and her friends. She draws protective symbols on the yacht’s walls, hoping to contain the spirits.

Not realizing what was happening with Maya, Kris gets the rule book and starts giving instructions:

Rule 1: Only one person should ask questions.

Maya volunteers, her fingers trembling as they rest on the planchette.

As she delves into the Ouija board’s intricate carvings, her connection with the spirits deepens. She deciphers hidden symbols etched into the wood, each stroke revealing forgotten truths:

She hears whispers of the Past...Maya traces her fingers along the ancient grooves. The carvings pulse with memories—the laughter of revelers, the anguish of lost souls.

She glimpses fragments of shipwrecks, spectral figures, and cryptic messages.

Symbols emerge: anchors, compass roses, and crescent moons. Each holds significance.

The anchor—a plea for stability. The compass rose—a guide through the ethereal. The moon—a bridge between realms.

The presence of the Departed:

Maya feels watched. She feels the eyes of the departed. The carvings’ eyes follow her. Whose gaze lingers? A captain lost at sea? A grieving lover?

She conjures thoughts of shipwrecks, saltwater graves, and whispered secrets.

Maya feels the Veil thin, the wall between worlds weakens. She hears echoes—names, dates, forgotten languages. The spirits draw closer, seeking her empathy, her warmth.

An Unspoken Pact is forged. Maya’s touch awakens dormant powers. She becomes a vessel—a bridge for souls.

The carvings pulse with energy. The spirits whisper: “Help us find peace.”

In her quest, Maya risks losing herself. The Ouija board’s secrets unravel, binding her fate to the restless dead.

Unsettling Messages begin to emerge.

The planchette moves. Letters form words: “HELP US.” Maya’s breath hitches. “Who are you?” she whispers. The board spells out: “Lost souls trapped at sea”.

Her friends all recoil in horror as they watch helplessly. All efforts to free Maya from the throes of the supernatural had been futile. It was as if she had been somewhere else where they could not reach her.

Kris reads:

Rule 2: The planchette must not move in circles or figure eights. But it does. The room chills.

The Planchette Flies

Suddenly, the planchette jerks. It flies off the board, crashing against the wall. The lights flicker. Gherry scoffs, but Kris’s face pales. “We’ve unleashed something,” he mutters.

Jake struggles to steer the boat, alarmed as it bobs and sways wildly.

Rule 3: If the planchette falls, an entity escapes. The yacht shudders as if awakening.

Time Vanishes

Hours blur. The clock spins backward. Emma checks her watch. “It’s 7 a.m.!” she gasps. Ten hours vanished. The Ouija board glows. Maya’s eyes widen. “They fed off our time,” she says. “They hunger for more.”

Epilogue: Bijou Mystique

By this time the entire crew of the yacht were in a panic. Alexandria was beginning to regret ever purchasing the ill-fated craft. All hands had been removed from the board for quite a while, yet it kept doing its own eerie movements, the planchette moving so fast, they all lost track of the messages.

As if in slow motion, everything suddenly morphed into an unreal reality, as if time stopped.

"Maya, come join us". An otherworldly voice whispered.

Maya stiffened, her body jerking as if fighting to keep control of her limbs. Then she smiled an unnaturally broad, scary and toothy grin, stood ramrod straight, walked to the side of the yacht and jumped overboard.

No one had moved during the whole ordeal, they were all frozen to the spot, their consciousness no longer under their control.

Behind them the planchette was moving slowly and loudly, tapping out a message over and over.

Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump.

Bijou Mystique now sails alone beneath the stars, keeping its secrets. The Ouija board sits innocently in its dusty box. As dawn breaks, the yacht quietly docks, swaying contentedly within the ripples. And somewhere in the abyss, time stands still.

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Remember, Maya’s abilities come with risks. The hunger of the spirits for connection may lead to unforeseen consequences.

The Ouija board’s power is real. Whether on land or sea, but be cautious, some doors should remain closed.👻

Disclaimer: Do not attempt Ouija board sessions without proper knowledge and precautions. 📜🔍