A Letter From The Grave

So, nobody really wanted to talk about the "incident" after it happened. At least not in front of us kids. But that became the norm... Which was really weird at first, especially considering the complete abnormality of the situation. You just sort of learned not to bring it up. Ho hum, just another day.... Auntie Kay was nuts (didn't have nuts;). "Oh, that silly Auntie Kay of yours is just different. " Hmmmmmmm..."different"...I'll frickin' say!! Ya THINK???? Uhhhhhh...any word about the DEAD little girl??

And then...then...I get dropped off to stay with Auntie Kay for a couple of days! WTF is going on here?? I think I might have pooped my pants a little... And I remember, Auntie Kay kept asking me if I wanted to go out back and play... "Don't you want to go out back and play?"... "Why don't you go out back and play?" Hell NO I didn't want to go out back and play... WTF?

So anyway, Aunt Kay has this card table set up between the living room and dining room. One night she calls me over to sit with her. She's very excited. O.K... excited might be putting it mildly...it's more like she's winding up like a jet propeller. She's got this weird, old, chewed up looking board sitting on the table. It's got a lot of the alphabet on it...plus some other freaky shiz... There's a dingy looking thing sitting on top of it, and she's moving it around with her fingertips. Next to her (aside from cigarettes and a cocktail)....that damn swingy crystal thing!
"We're going to talk to the dead people", she says. Just like that! Just like saying, "We're going to color", or, "We're going to set the table." Great, this is my life. And then, it got worse... "Somebody is trying to warn us", she said. And then she said it over, and over, and over...all the while moving that movey thing all over the musty, worn out board. She moved that thing like a puck on an air hockey table. Oh, and then for effect, she'd moan and roll her little scrunched head around... Talk about screwing a kid up...

To this day I refuse to let my kids play Ouija...Word Up!!

I think I had only been home for about a week, when I heard my Mom on the phone, talking to someone about Auntie Kay. Dang! I gathered she was on another "rest". But then, what was this? "A pencil and paper? Why? ....Well, if she's so upset, just give it to her!" Mom sounded pissed! I gathered Auntie Kay was somewhere "resting", but wanted to write a letter. For some reason the person at the rest place didn't want to give her a pencil. "She isn't responding to lithium? Nothing?"...

Well, it appears Auntie Kay needed to write a letter. And write a letter she did...