Planchette

Liam, Dean, Flora and Rhea were sitting in the living room of Flora’s house around a planchette board. Flora’s parents had gone out of town for two days and Rhea’s parents had obliged their request to let Rhea stay with Flora till they returned. Flora had taken up the opportunity merrily to call Liam and Dean at her house that night. Liam had always been complaining to her that they spent too less time together and in some way, he was right. Flora’s parents were not the orthodox kind, but they had set a few limits for her.

Liam and Flora had been seeing each other for about a year now, but they hadn’t even kissed. “I’m going to make out with him tonight,” she had told Rhea before Liam and Dean had arrived. The affair of Rhea and Dean was an open book for the entire school. They had been caught making out on the terrace of the school by one of the juniors, who had taken the liberty of taking and sharing a picture to everyone he knew. Thankfully, the scandalous picture had not reached outside the gates of the school or Flora’s parents would have never allowed her to stay in touch with Rhea.

This was not how Flora had anticipated the night to be. They were sitting around the planchette board to try the cult classic game that had revolutionized the horror genre in movies. In her mind, she was wrapped around the arms of Liam, kissing the life out of him. However, all of them wanted to play, not because they believed in spirits, but because they believed in the thrill.

“Do you know the rules?” Dean asked.

“I have never tried this stupid game!” Flora snapped.

“It’s simple! We keep one of our fingers on the Planchette and summon the spirit around us. For calling the spirit, we must concentrate and believe that our call is powerful enough to drag it into our world.”

“What happens if a spirit arrives?” Liam asked.

“You can ask the spirit any question and it is bound to revert. The spirit will use this planchette to answer us. Keep track of the letters it halts on as this is how the spirits communicate when you are using this board,” Dean explained.

“Do you guys think it is a good idea?” Rhea asked. “What if the spirit tries to attack us or what if the spirit does not want to go back? Don’t you guys see horror movies?”

“It’s a bunch of bullshit! In fact, I am quite interested in verifying the authenticity of this board,” Dean reverted.

“I agree with Dean here,” Liam said. “Spirits exist only in movies. However, if Rhea is scared, we need not do it,” he added.

“C’mon Rhea! Are you scared? Should we call it off?” Dean teased.

“Ok Fine!” Rhea raised both of her hands in defeat. “Let’s get over with it. But if no spirit actually comes, you will have to go out and bring some beer cans for us to get this party started.”

“Done,” Dean exclaimed.

“Funny that I don’t have any choice in my own home,” Flora interrupted. All she got in return were strange glances.

Dean lit four candles and kept them in the four corners of the board. He switched off the lights and instructed everybody to put one of their fingers on the planchette board. Together, they started thinking about the spirits; about the thin barrier that connects our world with the spirit world.

“If someone from the spirit world is here with us, we command you to prove your presence,” Dean said. The flames of the candles were now dancing and creating creepy shadows around them. Every one became silent after that. “Are you here?” Dean asked. The planchette moved and stopped over yes.

Flora pulled off her hand in fear. Her face had suddenly become pale. “We need to stop this, guys,” she said.

“Don’t pull up your hand Flora,” Dean exclaimed. “We won’t be able to send the spirit back otherwise. On the inside, he was laughing because the flickering of candles and the movement of the Planchette was the product of his plan. She kept her finger back. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” she cried.

Liam used his other hand to caress her back and then held her hand tightly. His eyes assured her that he will look after her no matter what.

“Are you still here?” Dean asked.

Pin drop silence followed his question. Flora’s nails were digging tight against Liam’s palm and Rhea could feel the chills running down her spine.

“Are you here?” he asked again.

The main door buzzed open. “Flora,” the voice screamed.

Rhea, Dean and Liam shrieked together in fear, but Flora had seen the face of the voice. It was her mother. Another figure emerged out, following her mother and it was her Dad.

“Who are these two guys, Flora?” her mother asked. “We trusted you and this is how you paid us back?” she said walking towards her. Thank goodness, we left our flight tickets at home and got aware of what you were doing behind our backs.

“Mom, they are just friends,” Flora defended herself, but she knew her mother won’t listen.

“You should understand that we only mean good for you, love,” her dad says.

“We were just playing Uncle,” Liam interrupts.

“I am talking with my daughter here,” Flora’s dad said in as humble a tone as he could manage. “Get out! All three of you.”

“It’s too late Uncle,” Rhea said. “Where will we go?”

“To your home,” Flora’s mother said. “We will talk with your parents and they will pick you up.”

Suddenly, the phone rang and made everyone squirm. After a few rings, Flora rushed past her parents towards the phone and picked it up. “What the voice on the other end told her, made her shudder. She gasped in fear and tried calling her friends, but her voice could not find its way out of her throat.

“I’m really sad to inform you that your parents met with a serious accident about an hour ago. We are trying to pull them out of the car wreckage, but I’m afraid they couldn’t make it.”

Flora turned around in horror to find her parents scolding her friends. Terrified at the sight, she realized that they had indeed been successful in calling the spirits with the planchette board.

Anmol Rawat

Anmol Rawat is a contributing author of three anthologies - A Little Chorus of Love (also edited and published), Six Degrees - Game of Blogs and Blank Space. He is also a bibliophile, a music lover and a dreamer.
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  1. Well..I was able to predict the outcome here 😀 before I reached the end, but I loved the way you wrote it. It was heavy, and I had goosebumps and I felt cheated and sad on behalf of Flora.
    Amazing writing though 🙂
    Also, thanks for stopping by our blog!

    Regards,
    Pikakshi
    Readers of the Night
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