Spirit Talk

The upturned glass moved around the board, unbidden, as it began to spell something out.

Until this point it had only been a game.

The lights flickered.

Someone screamed.

Still the glass moved.

The air went cold.

I shivered as I realised what had been spelt out.

My name.

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