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The time was past midnight when we decided to play with the Ouija board that has been lying in the attic for a long time. The Board must been there for more than a decade at least, perhaps even longer. But as kids we were not granted permission to enter the attic and linger around the antiques there.
The house was old and we looked forward to those vacations where we could curl up in the room on the first floor that opened out into the fields outside. The best room in the gigantic house. The room that we now call ours.
Riya and I loved playing house in that room. Even though we visited our grandparents' only during the summer vacations, it always felt like home. Where we could tinker about and discover new things each day. And that was how we chanced upon this Ouija Board that was now lying in front of us.
It was covered in cobwebs and layers of dust had gathered on its wooden surface. Which made it look all the more appealing to me. The moment I touched it, I knew. It was as though it had a lot to tell. Like a veena that was forced to stop its music before it was complete.
Being the elder one, Riya was supposed to be my responsibility. But the two year age gap between us made us more friends than sisters. In fact, she was the one who always had my back. When she looked skeptical about playing the whole thing, I reassured her.
Just this once. No one will know.
After all, our grandparents would hardly notice it was missing for one night. Who even knew that it was lying there in the attic, unused? Besides, we can always keep it back the next morning and its absence will not even be felt.
I locked our door and opened the windows to our room. The fields were bathed in an eerily silver glow under the moonlight. It didn't feel like night time. The breeze wafted in, carrying the stillness of the night with it.
I lit the candles and placed it at the head of the board as I had seen them do it in movies. Riya still looked apprehensive. She was the one who didn't believe in all this mumble jumble, in her words.
Let's play. I smiled at her.
We placed our fingers on the small wooden planchette. Hers a tad hesitant.
Do you know how this thing works? I asked her.
She didn't say a word, merely nodded her head. Perhaps she's scared to death. But still, some irrational part of me wanted to go ahead with it. I had to know. For myself.
Good spirit, please come... Good spirit, please come... I whispered in the dark.
My sister was the mute spectator in all this. She watched me. Her eyes not leaving, not wavering. Her ice cold fingers trembling slightly, brushing against mine. I kept chanting with an ardent fervor. Still nothing. It seemed like hours, maybe it was just few minutes.
I started to grow exasperated. The October wind blowing through the windows brought in the fragrance of the blooming flowers of the Pala tree growing in our yard. I loved this smell, which seemed to gain intensity at night.
And that was when I noticed the look she had in her eyes.
Demonic. Evil. Possessed.
Her fingers started to fidget and the planchette started to dart uncontrollably across the board. A laughter, unlike any I had heard before pierced the silence of the night.
The candles flickered uncertainly. And then, died out.
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