Aisha didn’t consider herself superstitious, but science had let her down. She had heard numerous versions of the “fact.” Four a year. Ten. Twenty. But, how could anyone claim to know how many spiders a person swallows in an average year? How could they know, unless they were there?
She slid the brand new Ouija Board from its box. Following the instructions, she tried to think spidery thoughts as she posed the question to the collective mass of arthropod souls in the beyond. The indicator moved with a decidedly arachnid skitter. Aisha’s eyes widened. After the sixth digit, she fainted.