“After my mother burned our Ouija board, our home was plagued by poltergeists, doors slammed, furniture moved, the lights came on and went off by themselves, it wasn't fun.” Bridget replied gazing off into space.
“You didn't by any chance bring any liquid spirits along to prime the pump and lubricate our little séance, did you Heinrich?” Ozzie asked.
“Maybe later, Ozzie afterwards maybe. I'm sure we all will want to have our wits about us for the next few hours.”
Randal held a match to the crumpled paper under the grate and waited for the paper to ignite. The paper blossomed into warm amber flame under the wood he had found neatly stacked next to the fireplace and had carefully placed on the fireplace grate. The wood had waited years for this night and was thoroughly dry and responded well to the flame of the newspaper in kind and quickly lit providing both warmth and comfort to the little band of paranormal explorers.
“There.” Randal said pleased with himself at successfully taking at least a little control back into his own hands and lighting the fire. The group now basking in the warm glow of the flickering fire, subliminally noticed, yet chose to ignore unnatural shadows undulating about the walls. Randal ambled to the table and seated himself next to Bridget. Ozzie sat across from Randal and to Bridget's left. Heinrich walked stiffly to the book shelf and took an engraved mahogany box down from one of the shelves. He held it gingerly in both of his hands and carried it to the table before he took his seat.
“The box, my friends contains Theadora's favorite planchette.” Heinrich said grimly placing the box on the table. He lifted the little brass latch that held the lid closed up and opened the box. Randal noticed the box was padded and lined in white satin, or was it silk, the thought of an open casket came to mind. Heinrich gently lifted the planchette from the box. One could clearly see that this planchette was the work of a master carefully made to provide the least possible resistance to any force applied ensuring ease of movement for the spirits. It was worked into in the traditional shape of a heart, yet instead of being made of wood or of plastic as later mass produced planchettes are, it was carved from ivory. There was a place to insert a pen of pencil to assist in spirit writing, and of course the tip of the heart would be used to point to the letters adorning the table top. Beneath the ivory three tiny brass wheels had been mounted in such a manor that they would rotate in any direction given the least encouragement. Heinrich carefully, gently placed the device on the center of the table within easy reach of everyone.
“Now if everyone would please put their fingertips, just the fingertips mind you, on the planchette, we can begin.” Heinrich invited, placing his own fingertips ever so lightly on the ivory. Bridget was next resting her fingers as light as a breath on the planchette. Ozzie rested his fingertips on the device and it instantly moved away from him.
“Not so rough, not so heavy handed, Ozzie.” Heinrich scolded.
Randal lightly placed his fingertips on the planchette and felt an odd tingling rise up from his fingertips into his into his hands. Instinctively he drew his hands away from the device as if it were a hot stove.
“Come now Randal, don't be squeamish.” Heinrich prodded. Randal again gently placed his fingertips on the planchette lightly brushing Bridget's fingers.
Heinrich looked up to the ceiling and took in a deep breath through his nostrils, held it for just a moment then let it out slowly from his mouth then he began.
“Theadora, Theadora, can you hear us
“You didn't by any chance bring any liquid spirits along to prime the pump and lubricate our little séance, did you Heinrich?” Ozzie asked.
“Maybe later, Ozzie afterwards maybe. I'm sure we all will want to have our wits about us for the next few hours.”
Randal held a match to the crumpled paper under the grate and waited for the paper to ignite. The paper blossomed into warm amber flame under the wood he had found neatly stacked next to the fireplace and had carefully placed on the fireplace grate. The wood had waited years for this night and was thoroughly dry and responded well to the flame of the newspaper in kind and quickly lit providing both warmth and comfort to the little band of paranormal explorers.
“There.” Randal said pleased with himself at successfully taking at least a little control back into his own hands and lighting the fire. The group now basking in the warm glow of the flickering fire, subliminally noticed, yet chose to ignore unnatural shadows undulating about the walls. Randal ambled to the table and seated himself next to Bridget. Ozzie sat across from Randal and to Bridget's left. Heinrich walked stiffly to the book shelf and took an engraved mahogany box down from one of the shelves. He held it gingerly in both of his hands and carried it to the table before he took his seat.
“The box, my friends contains Theadora's favorite planchette.” Heinrich said grimly placing the box on the table. He lifted the little brass latch that held the lid closed up and opened the box. Randal noticed the box was padded and lined in white satin, or was it silk, the thought of an open casket came to mind. Heinrich gently lifted the planchette from the box. One could clearly see that this planchette was the work of a master carefully made to provide the least possible resistance to any force applied ensuring ease of movement for the spirits. It was worked into in the traditional shape of a heart, yet instead of being made of wood or of plastic as later mass produced planchettes are, it was carved from ivory. There was a place to insert a pen of pencil to assist in spirit writing, and of course the tip of the heart would be used to point to the letters adorning the table top. Beneath the ivory three tiny brass wheels had been mounted in such a manor that they would rotate in any direction given the least encouragement. Heinrich carefully, gently placed the device on the center of the table within easy reach of everyone.
“Now if everyone would please put their fingertips, just the fingertips mind you, on the planchette, we can begin.” Heinrich invited, placing his own fingertips ever so lightly on the ivory. Bridget was next resting her fingers as light as a breath on the planchette. Ozzie rested his fingertips on the device and it instantly moved away from him.
“Not so rough, not so heavy handed, Ozzie.” Heinrich scolded.
Randal lightly placed his fingertips on the planchette and felt an odd tingling rise up from his fingertips into his into his hands. Instinctively he drew his hands away from the device as if it were a hot stove.
“Come now Randal, don't be squeamish.” Heinrich prodded. Randal again gently placed his fingertips on the planchette lightly brushing Bridget's fingers.
Heinrich looked up to the ceiling and took in a deep breath through his nostrils, held it for just a moment then let it out slowly from his mouth then he began.
“Theadora, Theadora, can you hear us
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