“What do you see?”
Annie Wilson was a psychic; she had a rare gift of seeing more than her five senses allowed, things beyond our limited reality. Gift, that was what her grandmother had called it; her ability, but to Annie it felt more like a curse. It was not something she could simply turn off. The visions came her to whether she liked it or not, and the spirits had no consideration of her schedule or her private life. When they decided to communicate she had little choice but to listen. Ignoring them only ever made it worse, giving her terrible headaches, nosebleeds, sometimes vomiting blood or in the really bad cases, making her hallucinate. You can return a gift, she always said, but once your eyes are open, you cannot simply stop seeing. …show more content…
“As though spirits are more susceptible to chit chat in candlelight,” Kylie had joked, though she had reluctantly agreed it did help to immerse themselves in the game.
"Okay... are there any spirits here that would like to communicate at all? Let us know? Maybe?"
The girls exchanged excited glances as the planchette slowly began to move, settling on the area of the board marked ‘yes’, immediately followed by a string of giggling from all of the girls. “Bryn is cheating!” Dara called, sure she had felt the other girl move the planchette …show more content…
“It’s all spirit, girl!” Again they all giggled.
“Are you a friendly spirit?” Ashley inquired. This time the planchette did not move. They waited, holding their breath for something to happen, but the planchette remained still.
“What do you want?” Kylie asked. Slowly but surely the planchette began to move again.
T…
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“Tequila?” Ashley guessed and the planchette immediately stopped moving. “Are we sharing with the spirit?”
Bryn shot her a wide smile, “Weren’t you just talking about ghost sex? But sharing your booze is a big no no?” They all laughed together. “Besides, Kylie moved it, didn’t count.”
Kylie, smiling widely, just shrugged at the annoyed glances the others gave her. “Well I want Tequila, so gimme!” She said, grabbing the bottle and pouring herself a shot and downing it in one go, one hand still on the planchette.
“Alright, let’s try that again. What do you want?” Bryn asked, trying not to laugh too hard. The planchette began to move again, moving across the board slowly.
R…
O…
“We don’t have any rum,” Ashley commented.
“Rum is spelled with a u, you nerd!” Bryn joked, “now shhh! The spirit is talking.”
Annie Wilson was a psychic; she had a rare gift of seeing more than her five senses allowed, things beyond our limited reality. Gift, that was what her grandmother had called it; her ability, but to Annie it felt more like a curse. It was not something she could simply turn off. The visions came her to whether she liked it or not, and the spirits had no consideration of her schedule or her private life. When they decided to communicate she had little choice but to listen. Ignoring them only ever made it worse, giving her terrible headaches, nosebleeds, sometimes vomiting blood or in the really bad cases, making her hallucinate. You can return a gift, she always said, but once your eyes are open, you cannot simply stop seeing. …show more content…
“As though spirits are more susceptible to chit chat in candlelight,” Kylie had joked, though she had reluctantly agreed it did help to immerse themselves in the game.
"Okay... are there any spirits here that would like to communicate at all? Let us know? Maybe?"
The girls exchanged excited glances as the planchette slowly began to move, settling on the area of the board marked ‘yes’, immediately followed by a string of giggling from all of the girls. “Bryn is cheating!” Dara called, sure she had felt the other girl move the planchette …show more content…
“It’s all spirit, girl!” Again they all giggled.
“Are you a friendly spirit?” Ashley inquired. This time the planchette did not move. They waited, holding their breath for something to happen, but the planchette remained still.
“What do you want?” Kylie asked. Slowly but surely the planchette began to move again.
T…
E…
Q…
“Tequila?” Ashley guessed and the planchette immediately stopped moving. “Are we sharing with the spirit?”
Bryn shot her a wide smile, “Weren’t you just talking about ghost sex? But sharing your booze is a big no no?” They all laughed together. “Besides, Kylie moved it, didn’t count.”
Kylie, smiling widely, just shrugged at the annoyed glances the others gave her. “Well I want Tequila, so gimme!” She said, grabbing the bottle and pouring herself a shot and downing it in one go, one hand still on the planchette.
“Alright, let’s try that again. What do you want?” Bryn asked, trying not to laugh too hard. The planchette began to move again, moving across the board slowly.
R…
O…
“We don’t have any rum,” Ashley commented.
“Rum is spelled with a u, you nerd!” Bryn joked, “now shhh! The spirit is talking.”