Getaway by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

As they gathered around the large dining-room table to call up the dead, Sophie bowed her head in prayer. “To our highest power, we ask for your protection from benevolent spirits and we ask St. Michael the Archangel to watch over us and protect us from all malevolent spirits who might want to inflict harm upon us. We are here to summon the spirit of Theodore Dabney.”

Sophie sat at the head of the table, with Ida on her left side and Toots on her right. Bernice was seated beside Ida, and Robert sat next to Bernice. Mavis and Wade sat opposite Robert and Bernice. Phil and Goebel sat at the end of the table opposite Sophie.

Mavis and Toots had set the table up as they’d done numerous times before. The rocks glass was in the center, and at each corner a candle burned, their flames dancing despite the lack of any air circulating.

No one spoke a word as Sophie continued her speech to the dead. “We’re here to make contact with the other side. If there is a presence in this room who wishes to communicate with any of us, slide the glass in the center of the table to my right for yes. Slide the glass to the left for no. I ask you to enter this space peacefully, with no evil intent.”

All eyes focused on the glass in the center of the table.

The glass remained in its place.

Sophie took a deep breath and tried again. “Theodore Dabney, make yourself known.”

They waited for a sign, anything to let them know there was a presence in the room.

Suddenly, the candles were snuffed out, leaving the room in total darkness.

“Theodore Dabney, are you with us?”

An evil laughter spewed from out of nowhere.

“If you are Theodore Dabney, move the glass in the center of the table.”

Again, they focused on the glass, even though the only light in the room was the fiery red wicks that continued to glow. The glass flew across the table, stopping in front of Ida.

“What do you want? Tell me so that I may help you,” Sophie said in her séance voice.

The glass fell off the table, landing in Ida’s lap. With shaking hands, Ida placed the glass back in the center of the table. Sophie nodded. “Are you with us, Theodore? Move the glass again.”

For the second time the glass moved, but this time it didn’t fall off the table. Sophie took another deep breath.

Finally, she made contact. “Was your death unexpected? Move the glass to the right if your answer is yes and to the left if your answer is no.”

They watched the glass as it slowly moved to the left.

No one had expected this.

Sophie closed her eyes, focusing on the entity in the room. “Did a member of your family die in a tragic manner?”

They watched the glass move to the left once again.

“Then what do you want?” Sophie asked, knowing she would not get an answer in such a way that she and the others would understand.

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