Sandy started making funny little noises in her throat. They all turned to look at her. She was on her knees by the fire, pointing into the air.

The Ouija board had levitated off the ground about five feet and was hovering, trembling slightly. The planchette was balanced on the board. It settled slowly back to the ground and began vibrating, the planchette bouncing on the board, but never slipping off.

“This is just too weird,” Hillary said. “And I don’t like it.”

Paul laughed at her and walked to the board, picked it up, and moved closer to the fire. He knelt down and spelled out: What is going on?

With Paul’s fingers resting lightly on the planchette, the three-cornered wooden device spelled out: Death.

Paul moved the planchette, spelling out: Whose death?

All of you was the reply.