(Based on Blackbriar's The Fossilized Widow)

Staring at the Ouija board, tears fell from her eyes. It had been ten years since her husband Alastor passed away, and she could hardly deal with it. No matter what she tried, she couldn't find the spirit of her dead husband. Random demons? Plenty. Random demons PRETENDING to be her husband? A few. But she knew her husband. She knew they were not him.

She was always more of a good girl but overlooked the fact that her husband was evil. She loved him, after all, and he loved her.

She finally put up a picture of Alastor and tried again with the Ouija board. She hadn't eaten, bathed, or slept since contacting him became an obsession.

"Alastor... Please... I need you..." She said, sobbing.

Finally, the planchette moved to spell out, "Why are you crying, my doe?"