"Hey Jen," said Karen, not without some mirth. "We're going up to the attic to call up some spirits. We could use a third wheel, you wanna play?"
A few seconds went by, and a neutral "Okay" fell from her mouth; she was too surprised (and too proud, maybe) to be enthusiastic.
So they went up to the attic. There, Karen lit up a candle (a pink perfumed candle she had taken from the bathroom). She looked very excited. Between some cardboard boxes and an old sofa, they set up the game and sat around it.
There was Julie, the serene and experienced one. There was Karen, the anxious rookie. And finally there was Jennifer, the silent and uncomprehending observer.
"Now we need to be very serious," explained Julie. "It's not going to work if we laugh or goof around. We have to believe in it or else it won't work. Now put your hands on the pointer. Don't press on it, just touch it a little, and let it move when the spirit starts talking."
"It spells out everything it wants to say?" asked Karen.
"Yeah. Okay, so first we have to establish contact," said Julie, her tone suggesting she didn’t want any more interruptions. After a very ominous pause, she slowly said: "Are you there?"
Beneath their fingers, they all felt the pointer inch its way towards the YES pictogram.
"Okay," said Julie, getting excited despite her cool and calm. "I think it's here. Do you want to know its name?"
"Yes!" Karen whispered.
"What is your name?" asked Julie with solemnity.
The pointer made its way to K. Then, very slowly, it went to the R.
"KR…" spelled Karen.
"Shhh," said Julie.
From R, it went to S.
"KRS?" asked Karen.
"No," said Julie impatiently. "One of you moved it with your hand. The S doesn't count."
So it went on to the H.
"KRH?" Karen went on.
"No, it went over the I before the H," said Julie with authority.
Then, nervously, they felt the pointer go to END.
"His name his Krih," she concluded.
Jennifer was doing her best not to laugh. This Julie was such an incredible performer!
Not that I don't believe I don't know about that yet but she's so serious, look at her!
"Okay," Julie went on. "Do you have something to ask him? Oh wait! He's saying something."
"What?!? You can hear him?" said Karen with a little scream of astonishment.
"Yes, I have powers," she said in a whisper. "It runs in my family. Wait."
So they looked at her. Her eyes were cloudy with thought. She was absolutely serious. They were getting a little scared, and liking it.
"It... HE says that he can't go on," she said, as if unsure of herself. "He's unhappy. He... he has to leave. But he will contact us again, maybe tonight, and reveal something."
"You mean he'll talk to us, when we're alone?" asked Karen with a worried look on her face.
"Maybe, I don't know. Look, it's pointing to END again. He's gone."
So it ended. Soon, the candle was extinguished, the attic door closed, and they were back downstairs.
Was she simply tired of playing, or was the ghost really unable to go on? I wonder... I've known Julie to have her whims before...
But there was no way to know for sure.
Julie followed Karen to her room. As for Jennifer, she returned to her own room, and looked outside through her window for a long time.
A few seconds went by, and a neutral "Okay" fell from her mouth; she was too surprised (and too proud, maybe) to be enthusiastic.
So they went up to the attic. There, Karen lit up a candle (a pink perfumed candle she had taken from the bathroom). She looked very excited. Between some cardboard boxes and an old sofa, they set up the game and sat around it.
There was Julie, the serene and experienced one. There was Karen, the anxious rookie. And finally there was Jennifer, the silent and uncomprehending observer.
"Now we need to be very serious," explained Julie. "It's not going to work if we laugh or goof around. We have to believe in it or else it won't work. Now put your hands on the pointer. Don't press on it, just touch it a little, and let it move when the spirit starts talking."
"It spells out everything it wants to say?" asked Karen.
"Yeah. Okay, so first we have to establish contact," said Julie, her tone suggesting she didn’t want any more interruptions. After a very ominous pause, she slowly said: "Are you there?"
Beneath their fingers, they all felt the pointer inch its way towards the YES pictogram.
"Okay," said Julie, getting excited despite her cool and calm. "I think it's here. Do you want to know its name?"
"Yes!" Karen whispered.
"What is your name?" asked Julie with solemnity.
The pointer made its way to K. Then, very slowly, it went to the R.
"KR…" spelled Karen.
"Shhh," said Julie.
From R, it went to S.
"KRS?" asked Karen.
"No," said Julie impatiently. "One of you moved it with your hand. The S doesn't count."
So it went on to the H.
"KRH?" Karen went on.
"No, it went over the I before the H," said Julie with authority.
Then, nervously, they felt the pointer go to END.
"His name his Krih," she concluded.
Jennifer was doing her best not to laugh. This Julie was such an incredible performer!
Not that I don't believe I don't know about that yet but she's so serious, look at her!
"Okay," Julie went on. "Do you have something to ask him? Oh wait! He's saying something."
"What?!? You can hear him?" said Karen with a little scream of astonishment.
"Yes, I have powers," she said in a whisper. "It runs in my family. Wait."
So they looked at her. Her eyes were cloudy with thought. She was absolutely serious. They were getting a little scared, and liking it.
"It... HE says that he can't go on," she said, as if unsure of herself. "He's unhappy. He... he has to leave. But he will contact us again, maybe tonight, and reveal something."
"You mean he'll talk to us, when we're alone?" asked Karen with a worried look on her face.
"Maybe, I don't know. Look, it's pointing to END again. He's gone."
So it ended. Soon, the candle was extinguished, the attic door closed, and they were back downstairs.
Was she simply tired of playing, or was the ghost really unable to go on? I wonder... I've known Julie to have her whims before...
But there was no way to know for sure.
Julie followed Karen to her room. As for Jennifer, she returned to her own room, and looked outside through her window for a long time.
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