Above the Vaulted Sky - Page 73

Without pausing for a second longer, I reach up to the cabinet ad knock a box from the top of the pile. It is by far the dustiest and lands with a dull thud on the hardwood floor, erupting in a cloud of dust particles.

Elle gasps. Graham starts in his seat. The game controller goes flying up in the air, anding with a smack on his knee. He cries out in pain dramatically.

'What do you think you're doing!' Elle hisses as though Graham can hear us.

'Trust me,' I say, watching Graham with bated breath.

'No,' Graham whispers in disbelief.

'I've never actually seen one before,' Elle remarks, walking over.

The box has sprung open on the floor, a small black tablet with letters from left to right. 'It is a Ouija board right?' she asks crouching down beside it. She seems reluctant to touch it, like it will emit an electric charge at the slightest touch.

'It never worked for us,' I say. I watch Graham, apparently frozen to his sofa. 'I guess there just weren't any spirits around who fancied a chat.'

'So you think it will work?'

'Well all I have to do is move the slider. We can interact, I just have to hope he doesn't run away.' 

Graham stands up.

'Hello?' he says.

'Oh please,' Elle scoffs. 'If we could talk to you we'd have done it by now.'

Graham bends down and removes the tablet from the box, placing the slider on top. He sits cross legged on the floor. I sit the other side.

'Is anyone there?' he asks. 

'I'm here Graham,' I reply.

I take a deep breath and place my hands on the slider. I drag it across the smooth surface of the board until it lays over the yes. To Graham it would look as though it's moved of its own volition. 

He gasps and claps his hands to his mouth.

'Oh my God,' he says. 'Oh my God.'

'Who is it?' he asks, his voice shaking.

'Graham always loved annoying his parents by studying ghosts. We used to go to supposed haunted buildings, read old accounts, bring artefacts we found home.'

I move my hands to the slider. I drag it, slowly across E, then A, then S, spelling my name, suddenly scared how he will react.

'Easton,' he says.