Daniel has just turned seventeen but he still hasn't hit puberty. He is only five feet tall, no body hair and pudgy. He and his buddy, Jimmy, have one last game on the Ouija Board before he moves away to an odd country house owned by a new stepfather.
This book was written 20 years ago and every publisher then said there was no genre for it, except for one, but at the last minute the "Board" backed out of publishing it. Times have changed and it is finally acceptable. I myself have always called it metaphysical fiction.