There were candles in the kitchen drawer, bought a week ago for just this thing. They were black, the outsides of them slippery and waxy, and they all had a faint aroma that reminded Angela of black licorice.
She placed them around the kitchen and around the Ouija Board, lighting them each in turn from a long kitchen match. A chill breeze wafted around the kitchen, guttering the flames, but not blowing them out.
The sound of rain and sleet hitting the windows could be heard. Apparently the thunder had proved to mean more than an ominous warning as sheets of water and ice washed down the panes of glass. The sound of sobbing from upstairs had returned, as well as the creak of the invisible rope downstairs.
Great, Angela thought. Gear up for it, you bastard. Do …show more content…
She placed the tips of her fingers on the sides of the planchette, barely touching the piece, just as Viviana had instructed her to do. Before Angela had left the shop, there were a lot of instructions the old psychic had given, and Angela understood each one. Some were confusing, but she would come to these as she needed them.
Clearing her throat, she could feel the light of the candles surrounding her and it was comforting. There was a certain warmth to the light, despite the frigidness that had come from nowhere. It didn’t matter. Whatever this house was, whatever lived inside of it, could try its damnedest, but Angela was going to get some answers.
“Spirits of the realm,” Angela started, “I invoke thee. Spirits of the house, I invoke thee. Spirit of Donald Tremblay, I invoke thee. Spirit of Lillian Tremblay, I invoke thee.”
She waited for just a minute to see if anything would happen, and then launched into it. She spoke the words that Viviana Talbot had given her to say.
“I am your conduit. The worlds are now open. I open a door into my mind and heart. You may enter that door. It’s knowledge I seek. It’s justice I seek. Tell me what I wish to know. Spirits come
She placed them around the kitchen and around the Ouija Board, lighting them each in turn from a long kitchen match. A chill breeze wafted around the kitchen, guttering the flames, but not blowing them out.
The sound of rain and sleet hitting the windows could be heard. Apparently the thunder had proved to mean more than an ominous warning as sheets of water and ice washed down the panes of glass. The sound of sobbing from upstairs had returned, as well as the creak of the invisible rope downstairs.
Great, Angela thought. Gear up for it, you bastard. Do …show more content…
She placed the tips of her fingers on the sides of the planchette, barely touching the piece, just as Viviana had instructed her to do. Before Angela had left the shop, there were a lot of instructions the old psychic had given, and Angela understood each one. Some were confusing, but she would come to these as she needed them.
Clearing her throat, she could feel the light of the candles surrounding her and it was comforting. There was a certain warmth to the light, despite the frigidness that had come from nowhere. It didn’t matter. Whatever this house was, whatever lived inside of it, could try its damnedest, but Angela was going to get some answers.
“Spirits of the realm,” Angela started, “I invoke thee. Spirits of the house, I invoke thee. Spirit of Donald Tremblay, I invoke thee. Spirit of Lillian Tremblay, I invoke thee.”
She waited for just a minute to see if anything would happen, and then launched into it. She spoke the words that Viviana Talbot had given her to say.
“I am your conduit. The worlds are now open. I open a door into my mind and heart. You may enter that door. It’s knowledge I seek. It’s justice I seek. Tell me what I wish to know. Spirits come