NaDruWriNi: Joke spell that actually works
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dailyprompt
"Josie and Daljit are bringing the alcohol, Martine is bringing the mix, Ferdous is bringing snacks." Shanta ticked the items off on her fingers. "We just have to get the extra fall-back alcohol for when we all drink way more than we expect to, and whatever additional entertainment items we need for when we all get drunk. Hilarious board games featuring filthy internet memes, shit like that."
"Well I have enough vodka in here to kill a moose." Tanya peered into her bag. "'Cause you know, if we don't drink it, it's not like it goes bad or anything. I know nothing about party games though, my previous exposure has been solely through office parties and I try to avoid those as much as possible."
"Fair." Shanta scanned the street for options. They were in an older part of town, so although liquor and food were well represented, 'games based on internet memes' appeared to be less of a thing. She brightened when she spotted the second-hand shop. "Maybe they have some old Monopoly boards or something? I mean it doesn't have to be sophisticated, just something to break the ice."
The inside of the shop hinted that most of the contents had been here since the neighbourhood had been built. It smelled faintly of dust and even more faintly of mold. They ignored the racks of clothing and housewares and zeroed in on the single shelf of books and games.
"Most of these would be fine if they were actually complete." Shasta slid yet another box full of random game parts back onto the shelf.
"This could work." Tanya held up her find, a box with a ouija board. No missing parts, just the cardboard board and a wobbly triangular indicator.
The shop had been entirely silent the entire time they had been looking through through the shelves, so was the suddenness with which the proprietor appeared that made them jump. Nothing more.
"You don't want that," he said flatly. He was staring straight at the ouija board in Tanya's hand.
"Why? Because it's haunted?" Shanta smirked at him. If she got an amusing story to add to this party? That would be so cool.
The man pointed at the box. "Using a ouija board is like opening your front door and inviting anybody who is walking by to come into your house. You have no idea who might hear your invitation. I know this from experience. Don't do it. It's not worth it."
Shanta was delighted. "You obviously used this. What happened? Did you get demons?" She wondered if she could turn on her phone without him noticing. This was the best.
"No. It was worse," He leaned forward, intense. "I got a ghost.
He was a young man with an elderly mother. He was killed in an accident when he was young. His mother was left bereft and alone. Contacting him through the ouija board was like turning on a phone line with no off switch.
Every day the messages came. 'Remind her to take her medication. Tell her it's time for her annual cardiac.' It was relentless.
After a few months he no longer needed the board to communicate with me. Messages appeared in the steam on my bathroom window, or in the icing on my birthday cake. 'Tell her to call her oncologist. She needs to increase her fiber intake. That rash won't go away on it's own.'
The shopkeeper drew in a shuddering breath.
"What... what happened?" said Tanya.
"She was in her nineties. She died eventually. On that day, I was released."
"Wait, if this is true," said Shanta, "Why do you even have this in your shop."
The shopkeeper shrugged. "Eh. It might be worth a few bucks."
He turned around and ambled towards the back of the store. Tanya and Shanta looked at each other. Tanya slid the box back onto the shelf.
"We could just torrent the British bake-off show," said Shanta as they left the building.
might be a wee bit sozzled. in a good way
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dailyprompt"Josie and Daljit are bringing the alcohol, Martine is bringing the mix, Ferdous is bringing snacks." Shanta ticked the items off on her fingers. "We just have to get the extra fall-back alcohol for when we all drink way more than we expect to, and whatever additional entertainment items we need for when we all get drunk. Hilarious board games featuring filthy internet memes, shit like that."
"Well I have enough vodka in here to kill a moose." Tanya peered into her bag. "'Cause you know, if we don't drink it, it's not like it goes bad or anything. I know nothing about party games though, my previous exposure has been solely through office parties and I try to avoid those as much as possible."
"Fair." Shanta scanned the street for options. They were in an older part of town, so although liquor and food were well represented, 'games based on internet memes' appeared to be less of a thing. She brightened when she spotted the second-hand shop. "Maybe they have some old Monopoly boards or something? I mean it doesn't have to be sophisticated, just something to break the ice."
The inside of the shop hinted that most of the contents had been here since the neighbourhood had been built. It smelled faintly of dust and even more faintly of mold. They ignored the racks of clothing and housewares and zeroed in on the single shelf of books and games.
"Most of these would be fine if they were actually complete." Shasta slid yet another box full of random game parts back onto the shelf.
"This could work." Tanya held up her find, a box with a ouija board. No missing parts, just the cardboard board and a wobbly triangular indicator.
The shop had been entirely silent the entire time they had been looking through through the shelves, so was the suddenness with which the proprietor appeared that made them jump. Nothing more.
"You don't want that," he said flatly. He was staring straight at the ouija board in Tanya's hand.
"Why? Because it's haunted?" Shanta smirked at him. If she got an amusing story to add to this party? That would be so cool.
The man pointed at the box. "Using a ouija board is like opening your front door and inviting anybody who is walking by to come into your house. You have no idea who might hear your invitation. I know this from experience. Don't do it. It's not worth it."
Shanta was delighted. "You obviously used this. What happened? Did you get demons?" She wondered if she could turn on her phone without him noticing. This was the best.
"No. It was worse," He leaned forward, intense. "I got a ghost.
He was a young man with an elderly mother. He was killed in an accident when he was young. His mother was left bereft and alone. Contacting him through the ouija board was like turning on a phone line with no off switch.
Every day the messages came. 'Remind her to take her medication. Tell her it's time for her annual cardiac.' It was relentless.
After a few months he no longer needed the board to communicate with me. Messages appeared in the steam on my bathroom window, or in the icing on my birthday cake. 'Tell her to call her oncologist. She needs to increase her fiber intake. That rash won't go away on it's own.'
The shopkeeper drew in a shuddering breath.
"What... what happened?" said Tanya.
"She was in her nineties. She died eventually. On that day, I was released."
"Wait, if this is true," said Shanta, "Why do you even have this in your shop."
The shopkeeper shrugged. "Eh. It might be worth a few bucks."
He turned around and ambled towards the back of the store. Tanya and Shanta looked at each other. Tanya slid the box back onto the shelf.
"We could just torrent the British bake-off show," said Shanta as they left the building.