The candles were lit and Mel sat cross-legged on her living room rug. She placed the salt in a large circle in which she sat, whilst the dirt was sprinkled underneath her and the water was placed upon the spirit board.
She closed her eyes in concentration, visualising her Gramps as she was. She placed two fingers on the glass and waited.
At first she felt a little silly, until the glass moved underneath her fingers. The room had dropped slightly in temperature enough to give her goosebumps.
“Gramps?” Mel asked.
The glass slid over to the word yes.
“Do you know why I’m here?”
The glass remained still on the word yes.
Mel took that as another yes.
“Gramps I need your help. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you before. I believe now – it’s happening and I have no idea how to stop it.”
The glass trembled underneath her finger tips before gliding over to the alphabet. It landed on the letter R and
I
D
D
L
E
“Riddle?” Mel asked.
The glass immediately moved to the word yes.
“What’s Riddle?”
The glass practically threw itself around the board spelling out the words;
M
A
N
And then
S
H
O
P
“Manshop?”
The glass flitted again to the word yes.
“Okay Gramps – Thanks. And I love you.”
The glass began to warm up underneath her touch as it sidled up to the letters
M
E
T
O
O
Before Mel could take her hands off the glass the candles blew out. She took this as a sign that her Gramps had gone. Now all she had to figure out what ‘Riddle and Man Shop’ meant.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
