“Shh!” Ashley laughed, pushing her fingers to her lips. Her other hand laid on the Ouija board, looking down at it. A few other giggles came, and she waved her hand.

“Okay, okay. Ask a question.”

“How did you die?” Elijah blurted. He got promptly smacked in the arm, though the proud grin on his face seemed to indicate he didn’t really mind that.

“Eli, don’t be a jerk!”

The piece began to move, a quiet scraping sound coming as it dragged along the wooden board. Charlie rolled their eyes, punching the boy with their free hand.

“Stop moving the piece, Eli.”

“I swear, I’m not!” Eli laughed, hardly paying attention to what was being spelled out.

“Storm?” she murmured as the piece came to a stop. That wasn’t a very explanatory answer.

Before she could ask for an elaboration, a crack of thunder came. Charlie shrieked. They hardly had time to react before the lights in the house flickered out.