The Girl Who Played With The Ouija Board

by William Malmborg

“Hmm.” “Do you have any of her stories?” “I don’t really know,” she said, shaking her head. “There might still be a few tucked away in some of the boxes, but most are probably long gone. Stuff was harder to save back then. We had floppy disks toward the end of high school, and I know she started backing stuff up on them, but I have no idea what she did with them. Or if we could even open them now.” She frowned. “I can’t even remember the last time I saw a disk drive on a computer or laptop.” Penny wasn’t sure what to say to that. “You know, I always wished she had stuck with the writing. She had such a talent for it and the stories she came up with, I couldn’t even begin to understand where it all came from. She could have been so successful.” Penny bristled. “She was successful.” “Oh, honey, I just meant in the writing field. As a novelist or screenwriter. Something more…” “What?” Penny urged. “Respectable? Something that could be bragged about to your church

This was a great book. Lots of extreme horror, I was surprised