Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

Nancy did as asked, clutching her purse in her lap. She didn’t look at any
of them, quietly refusing the offer of tea from Hugo as Desdemona took a seat
next to her.
Desdemona smiled at her. “I know we didn’t quite make contact the last
time you and I were here. But that doesn’t mean it won’t happen now. When
we came a couple of weeks ago, the spirits were … active. I don’t think any
of them were Lea, but you weren’t with us then. It’ll help having you here to
focus. I have a feeling today will bring the answers you seek.” She reached
over and touched Nancy’s elbow. “If you need a break, or want to stop
entirely, say the word.”
Nancy nodded. She looked down at the Ouija board. “You think we’ll get
something this time?”
“I hope so,” Desdemona said. “Either through the board or automatic
writing. But if we don’t, we’ll try again. You remember what to do, right?
Direct your questions toward me, keeping them to yes or no answers if you
can. I’ll ask whatever you want, and if all goes well, the spirit energy will
run through me. Be patient, especially if another spirit is trying to speak
first.”
“Okay,” Nancy whispered as she sniffled.
Desdemona glanced at Thin Man. “Is everything ready?”
“As it’ll ever be,” Thin Man mumbled as he pressed a button on the
camera. It beeped, and a red light began to blink. He pulled out a pad of
paper and a pen from his bag. He looked around nervously, as if
remembering the last time they’d been here, and the chaos that’d ensued.
“And as we discussed,” Desdemona said to Nancy, “we’re not streaming
live per your request. We’ll post the video later, but only after you’ve seen
the edited version and agreed to it. Anything you don’t want shown, we’ll
keep to ourselves.”
Nancy gripped her purse tighter.
“Do you have any questions before we begin? If you do, that’s okay. You
can ask me anything you want. I won’t start until you’re ready.”
She shook her head.
Desdemona wiggled her shoulders, breathing in through her nose and out
through her mouth. She cracked her knuckles before settling her hands on the
planchette in the middle of the Ouija board. “Spirits! I command that you
speak with me! I know you’re there. This will allow us to communicate with