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Cutting Remarks
By Konrad Hartmann



“I heard it's dangerous,” Katelyn said.

Shannon smiled.

“Why?”

“My mom, when she was in college, she had some weird stuff happen when she used one,” Katelyn said.

“Like what?” Shannon asked, taking out Ouija board and planchette from the box.

“She said it was fun at first, but then the spirit or whatever started telling her to do things.”

“Yeah?” Shannon set the board out on the coffee table.

“Like it started telling her to cut herself. And other things,” Katelyn said.

“What kind of other things?” Shannon asked, placing her hand on the planchette.

“She wouldn't really say,” Katelyn said, blushing.

“Am I playing by myself?” Shannon asked, looking at Katelyn. The planchette slid to “No” in the top right, and both girls laughed. Only Shannon was touching the planchette.

“Oh, my God, did you just do that?” Katelyn asked.

Shannon raised her eyebrows and shook her head no. She reset the planchette in the starting position.

“Is Katelyn pregnant?” Shannon asked, smiling.

“What?!” Katelyn yelped.

The planchette slid to “No.”

“Could Katelyn have gotten pregnant this year?” Shannon asked.

“Shannon!” Katelyn said, darting her hand forward but hesitating to touch the planchette, which slid quickly towards “No.” Katelyn bit her lower lip and placed her hand on the device, staring at Shannon.

“My turn!” Katelyn said. “Is Shannon pregnant?”

The planchette skittered up, then to the upper right, to “No.”

“Could she have gotten pregnant?” Katelyn asked. The planchette shot over to “Yes.” Katelyn looked up at Shannon.

“My turn,” Shannon said. “Will anything bad happen to us because we're playing?”

The planchette crawled like a legless spider under their fingertips. P-A-I-N. Katelyn grew pale.

“What can we do to avoid pain?” Katelyn blurted. The planchette moved. P-L-A-Y-O-N. “I don't know what playon means. Oh! Play on.”

“So I guess we have to keep playing,” Shannon said, laughing. “When is it safe to stop playing?” The planchette slid to 1-2. “Uh-oh. Midnight. And it's only 10 now. We can quit though. What's the worst that could happen?”

The planchette moved. R-A-P-E-D-E-A-T-H-T-O-R-T-U-R-E

“We'll play until 12 then throw it away!” Katelyn said.

“You baby,” Shannon laughed.

“Don't make fun. Does Luke like me?” Katelyn asked.

The planchette skipped to “No.”

“Who does Luke like?” Shannon asked. S-H-A-N-N-O-N the planchette spelled.

Katelyn bit her lip and squinted.

“Did Shannon have sex with Luke?” Katelyn whispered. The planchette darted down to the letters. A-N-D-T-R-A-V-I-S. It was quiet for a minute. The planchette twitched as Katelyn glared at Shannon.

“Hm. It still wants to play. Quit anytime you want, Katelyn,” Shannon said. “What should I do?” C-U-T, the planchette spelled.

“Cut what?” Katelyn asked. K-A-T-E-L-Y-N, the board spelled. Katelyn's face grew white. “You want Shannon to cut me?” she asked, her voice small. The planchette slid to “Yes.”

“No way,” Shannon said, scowling.

Katelyn looked over at a shelf, then back at Shannon.

“We have to!” Katelyn said, darting to the shelf and returning with a razor-knife. “Cut me,” she said, handing the cutter to Shannon.

“You're crazy!” Shannon said.

“Just do it. A little one. Here,” Katelyn tugged down her tights and panties just enough to expose her hip.

“No. For real?” Shannon asked.

Katelyn nodded.

Shannon took the cutter, frowning. Her hand seemed to crawl through the air.

“Ready?” Shannon asked.

Katelyn nodded.

“One, two, three,” Shannon said, flicking her wrist on three. A line shallow but a few inches long appeared on Katelyn's hip, then began to trickle blood. With their free hands, both girls touched the planchette. “What now?” Shannon asked.

K-E-E-P-C-U-T-T-I-N-G

Katelyn looked down to expose her other hip, her hand smearing blood, and a little smile crawled across Shannon's lips.