A cheap, glow-in-the-dark Ouija board lay between you all. The printed letters and numbers looked garish under the weak light. You placed your fingertips on the plastic heart, your stomach doing a slow, uneasy roll.

For a long moment, nothing. Then, with a slow, deliberate scrape, the planchette began to move. It drifted in a lazy circle before sliding to the top left corner.

The plastic piece jerked, then started moving with a swift, confident purpose. It spelled out letters, one after another.

The planchette didn't stop. It completed the name.

Before anyone could speak, the planchette shot away from the name, racing across the board. It didn't pause at letters. It went straight to the sun and moon symbols at the top, tapping each once, then slid down to the word at the very bottom.

But it didn't lift off. It stayed there, vibrating slightly under your collective fingertips. The bare bulb above flickered, once, plunging the room into darkness for a heartbeat before glowing again.

The planchette lifted from 'GOODBYE' and began to move again, slow and precise. It went to a number.