Three Times Thunder Strikes

Scrambling for matches
Determined to burn it to ashes
She threw the Ouija board to the flames and kneeled to pray
«I wish I never ever ever listened to my friends
Who had said it would be fun to play
Now the one that follows me
A predator, and me its new prey»
Cloaked by a shroud of darkness
Resurrecting forces she could never ever understand
That seemingly innocent game, now chanting
«Charlie — Charlie’s not a friend»
No sleep, no peace, but — fear
Forever caged in a ghostly sphere
Unblessed by a violent host
Possessed by a virulent ghost
A visceral rumble shakes the house to its core
And jagged cracks cut through walls and the floor
Three times thunder strikes, a blinding bright white
Shattering windows, inverting the night
Between the chaos now spread throughout
She desperately cries out loud:
«I beg of you Charlie, release me from this!
Unchain me from the depths of the abyss»
No sleep, no peace, but — fear
Forever caged in a ghostly sphere
Unblessed by a violent host
Possessed by a virulent ghost
One month ago, she uncovered an artefact
A strange casket like an alien tesseract
«Thou Shalt Not Open» inscribed in blood where it locks
Yet in her ignorance she opened this pitch-black box
Unleashing Charlie, a force vengeful and strong
Did you open the box before hearing this song?