I gasped at the thought of the two being gone.
How could they have disappeared this quickly?
The windows allowed the moonlight to beam into the room, all it revealed was the huge mess the spirit had decided to leave for me to grieve about.
I sighed in frustration and grabbed the broom and dustpan that stood beside the kitchen counter and started sweeping at the shards of glass that twinkled under the pale moonlight.
I had reached the table to sweep underneath the chairs and found the planchette laying on the ground. I picked it up and straightened myself up to look down at the table.
The flames were currently dead after the paranormal encounter and the board sat untouched.
I proceeded to trash the hazardous pieces of glass and sat myself down at the table.
I grabbed the packet of matches that Kay had supposedly left just after lighting the candles before this whole mess happened.
I still had business to with this spirit and until it was done and settled with, I will bid it goodbye.
I struck the match and a flame came alive on the tip. I quickly dotted the candle wicks with the flame and they all came alive once more, a puddle of hot wax forming around the center of the candle.
I took in a deep breath to calm myself before I placed my fingers on the planchette, closing my eyes.
"Are you still here?"
I felt the planchette roll to the left hand corner of the board.
I opened my eyes to reveal the answer this spirit had given me.
Yes.
I gulped before choking out the question, "What is your name?"
The planchette moved along the board at a moderate pace as I tried to note down the letters in my head.
D
A
N
I
E
L
H
O
W
E
L
L
Daniel Howell.
"Dan, did you die here?"
The planchette quickly moved to the 'yes'.
I felt my clothes starting to stick to my skin from my sweat and I fanned myself a bit before asking my final question.
"Who killed you, Dan?"
The planchette starting moving so quickly I had let go of it as it spelled out the name for me.
J
A
C
K
S
O
N
T
U
R
M
A
N
K
A
Y
P
O
L
D
E
R
O
Jack and Kay.
And that's when I proceeded to bid Dan goodbye before shutting the board back into the black box that I retrieved from Jack's former seat and hiding it away under the sink.
I blew out all the candles and chucked them in the trash before going to the fuse box and starting up the electricity again.
The buzzing of electrical flow sounded through the house as the loud cheering from the TV came back on, lights slowly warming up before letting out a dull white glow, the microwave beeping as it reset its clock in preparation for the next meal to be warmed up.
I sat myself down on the sofa and wrapped my hand around the remote before flipping through the various channels that were provided to me.
I felt my breathing getting heavier by the second.
Jack and Kay? They couldn't! They could not have murdered this poor man. Dan? Who was he? What had he done to them to have deserved this fate?
No, this can't be true.
I'm just dreaming.
I hugged a pillow and left the music channel on as realisation hit me.
Anything can happen.
