Ouija Board"Ouija Board"Of all the times I imagined making contact,this was never what saw. Not on the other side.It feels like seventh grade in more ways than one.First, there's the spelling test. And then the board itself,still made by Parker Brothers, kept in a box in a girl's closet,and pulled out for events like post-homecoming-dance-sleepover.Back then we would call for a distant cousin who'd diedin a car wreck, or a beloved member of the Twenty Seven Club.We feigned fear and giggled and that's what I'm looking at now.My barely present fingers to guide the planchette. These girls --I do not know them, nor why they called me. I spell out W-H-Yand P-L-E-A-S-E, but they only want to know about their crushes. As if being dead affords me any knowledge at all.