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All new, all different, all spooky!

A collection of never before published supernatural shorts from ©RITA Award-winning author, Terri Garey - some scary, some silly, and some a combination of both.

If you’re not quite brave enough to explore that spooky old graveyard without a friend to hold your hand, take Terri Garey's, and remember: vampires don’t like garlic, ghosts can’t follow you home, and there’s no need to worry about zombies, because they only want you for your brains.

EXCERPT from the short story entitled
"OUIJA WANNA HAVE FUN"


      “Don’t do it, Katie.” I could hear the urgency in my best friend’s voice.

     “C’mon, Megan, it’ll be fun,” I urged. “Jake says he’s been out there lots of times, and nothing bad has ever happened.”

     “I’m not going out to that spooky old house after dark,” she said. “Everybody knows the old Hoffman place is haunted.”

     “Fine,” I snapped, impatient with her. “We’ll go by ourselves.”

     “I thought your Dad told you to stay away from Jake. Does he know you two are out together?”

     “No, and if you tell anyone, I’ll never speak to you again,” I warned. “I’ll call you later, ok?”

      I hung up and turned back to Jake, my new boyfriend, who was examining a Quija board cushioned on black velvet beneath the glass of Blessed Be Botanical’s display counter.

      “You must understand,” the woman behind the counter said, “the Ouija isn’t a toy. I really don’t recommend it. I just keep it for display.”

      The shop smelled like incense, filled with the tranquil sounds of new age music and trickling water from the fountains displayed in a corner. Both repelled and intrigued, I eyed the Quija board. “How does it work?” It looked quaint and old-fashioned, just a flat brown board imprinted with letters and numbers in a fancy typeset.

      “Well,” the woman bit her lip, looking down at the board, “it’s a way to communicate with the spirits. Messages from beyond are given as yes or no answers, or spelled out in simple words.” She regarded us each in turn, serious as could be. “Some people believe it opens a doorway to other dimensions.”

     Jake gave the woman an easy grin, leaning an elbow on the counter.

      “Sounds like just the thing we need. We’ll take it.”

      “You don’t understand.” The woman shook her head, setting her dark curls bouncing. “It’s not a good idea, and besides, it’s not for sale.”

      “Look,” Jake said, pulling out his wallet. “We’re all adults here, all right?”

      I wasn’t, but Jake was over twenty-one, and I looked older than seventeen; everyone said so.

      “I’ve got two hundred bucks burning a hole in my pocket,” he said. “Do we have a deal, or what?”

      I was surprised. I hadn’t even known that Jake had a job, much less that much in the way of ready cash. Still, I’d only known him a little over two weeks, most of our time stolen when I’d been skipping classes, and spent making out in his car.

     “Alright,” the lady said reluctantly. “But you have to use one of these.” She pulled a purple crystal from beneath the counter and laid on top. “A personal condition of my own.”

     I picked up the crystal and held it to the light, admiring the play of color. It certainly looked harmless enough.

     “It’s an amethyst, the stone of power, and protection. It balances the aura and protects against evil spirits. Place it on one corner of the board to keep away ‘unfriendlies’, and don’t let it be removed until the board is closed properly.”

     I tried hard not to grin at all the mumbo-jumbo, and just barely succeeded.

     “You’ll also need this.” She turned and slipped a slender volume from the bookshelves behind the counter. It was entitled “Art of The Ouija”, and looked well used.

     “Read it first; I mean it.” The woman looked directly at me. “Above all,” she looked at Jake now, “take it seriously, or not at all. You get back from the Ouija only what you ask for, so if you treat it as a joke, you’re asking for trouble. If you use it for evil, you attract evil. Either way, if you open a doorway for a spirit, you better be able to live with what comes through.”

     My earlier amusement fled. Power crystals I could laugh at—evil spirits, not so much.