The Creeping City is my third most popular book! Not too shabby!
Here's an excerpt:
"I don't believe this."
The planchette quivered. The wooden triangle with a hole bored through one of its peaks felt warm to the two girls' touch.
"Quit moving it," Abby demanded.
Brittany shook her head. "I'm not moving it."
Both girls sat across from each other, the aged Ouija board between them. The board's letters, dark and bold, shone through the faded layer of the wood. Shadows from the tiny candles at each corner of the board danced along the bedroom walls and along each of the girls' soft faces.
They kept their fingers firmly on the planchette. Brittany felt the device vibrate. She thought she could hear a barely audible hum emanate from somewhere in Abby's bedroom. She tried to pinpoint its location, but the drone shifted position each time she focused on the intruder noise.
"You're moving it," Abby said.
"I am not." The hum now gnawed at the back of Brittany's head and reached up into her ears.
The planchette crawled to the middle of the board, now warmer.
"Look," Brittany said.
"A." Abby grinned.
Brittany felt a bead of sweat roll slowly, gently, down her back, gathering speed as it neared the bottom. The humming filled her eyes. A sliver of tears formed. "B."
The planchette slid a millimeter above the B and then back down over it.
"B."
"I'm not doing it," Brittany mumbled. The planchette, down to --
"Y," Brittany breathed.
Abby just grinned. She looked up at her friend and shook her head. "This is crazy."
The wood turned to rubber beneath Brittany's cold fingers.
"D," Abby said. "D?"
Brittany stared at the planchette to confirm it was still just a piece of wood. She pressed harder on it.
"I."
"I'm not doing it," Brittany mumbled again, louder this time. The humming drone filled her ears, eyes, body. The warm hum.
Abby didn't hear Brittany's denials or any hum. The unfolding message numbed her to any external stimulus.
"E."
Brittany snatched the planchette and jammed the tip into her friend's right eye.
