“Today is the day,” I thought to myself. “I have been waiting my whole life for this. I can do this.” I looked in the mirror and made sure nothing was in my teeth and my horns were sharp. My pale complexion was on point. I walked out of the company bathroom and up to the doors I have always longed to open. I could hear the screams and chatter from behind them. “Ouija Call Center,” the sign read. I must have read it a million times. Each letter sketched into my brain. This was my calling. My niche. 

Suddenly the door flung open. “You’re here! I was worried you would make it! Let me show you your desk,” said a tall demon with curly horns. I followed behind him as we walked down aisles of desks full of demons scaring the living souls. It looked as though I imagined. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” I yelled nervously.

“Good. You were top of your class and we need new blood. Our tactics are getting old. The movies about us are just awful these days,” He explained as we reached my new desk. It was perfect. This five by five space was going to my perfect piece of Hell. “It comes with a standard ouija board but feel free to personalize it as much as you want,” the tall demon encouraged. He put his hand in my shoulder and said, “I’m expecting big things from you! We are going to watch your first call to see if you are cut out for this.” Then he walked away. 

I walked up to the desk and put down my bag. I pulled out the super sweet ouija board my mother bought me. I hooked it into the wall. It connects to the core, at the core demons and people can communicate. I sat and waited for my first call. I tried to remember the things from my years of training. 

It only took a minute for it to ring. The pointer moved to “Hello.” My palms got sweaty and I started to shake. I put my hand in the heart shaped pointer. Now that I was connected, I can alter their surroundings with my mind. I could also see the people. The vision of them was projected into my mind from the board. It was a group of teenagers. Not very surprising. Two females and one male sat in a dining room all putting their hands on the pointer. 

One girl giggled and exclaimed she was ‘so scared’. I moved the pointer. “Y-O-U-W-I-L-L-B-E,” I messaged. 

The other girl turned to the boy, “that’s not funny.” 

“I didn’t do it!” He yelled. I began to make the lights flicker. Haunting 101. 

The girl looked scared as she moved the board, “D-I-D-Y-O-U-D-O-T-H-A-T-?” I smiled and knew this was going to be great. The bosses would totally think I’m cool. 

“Yes” I moved. The group jumped back. I made the table shake and the doors open and close. The boy moved the pointer next, “S-H-O-W-U-S-W-H-A-T-Y-O-U-C-A-N-D-O” 

My stomach filled with butterflies and I couldn’t stop smiling. Now it was time. 

“L-E-T-S-P-L-A-Y” I messaged. I pulled the pointer from their hands. I spun it around. It pointed at the boy and I flicked it into his stomach. His eyes got wide and he tried to speak. Blood came pouring out. I pulled out the pointer with a gurgle. I used it to draw a symbol on his forehead. I wanted the first one to be impactful but small. The girls sat in silence until one began to scream and run. I locked the windows and doors. Her face distorted in fear. Her blonde hair falling in front. She slumped down onto the floor. 

 The other girl picked up the pointer and messaged, “W-H-Y-?”

 I laughed. 


Tears came down her face. She grabbed her head. Running her fingers through her black locks. I made the dead boy’s eyes roll into his head and laugh. She began to yell for it to stop but it had only started. 

“There has to be a way out, Becky,” The blonde yelled.

“It’s no use, Ash. We are going to die here,” Becky said.

I opened a window. To create false hope. Ash bolted to it. “We can get out of here! I can fit through this!” She started to put her legs out. 

“No! Ash it’s a trap!”

I shut it with her legs dangling out. It flung down so hard it broke the bones. “Help! Oh god! I need help!” she cried.

The other girl ran to her side. She tried to pull her out. The flesh in her legs ripping. Blood splattered everywhere. I pulled the bone out of her leg. She screamed and Becky tried to push it back in. I used the sharp broken end to slit the Ash’s throat. She fell to the ground, eyes rolled back and a gurgling laugh came out. I moved the pointer to “goodbye.” 

I came out of the vision. I heard my name being called on the intercom. I reported to the designated room. Five demons sat around a long table. “Sit,” they commanded. “You did good for your first time,” 

My cold heart skipped a beat. “Thank you, sir!”

“We are hoping to see some improvement in the small details but you seem to be able to get the job done. Your use of false hope mixed with constant laughter created a nice feel of hopelessness and mental damage. Also nice use of weapons. Never seen the bone thing before! Welcome aboard!”