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Recap-Ragini shouted at Swara for misbehaving with Laksh. Laksh tried to convince Ragini again for givng back that Ouija board. But she again rejected his wish. Later, Laksh was asked to give company in the Ouija board party which Ragini had organized.
Laksh’s pov
I must have gone upstairs and dressed and come down again, for I presently found myself standing in the dimly lighted lower hall wearing my second best suit and a fresh shirt and collar. But I have no recollections of the process.
There was a great chattering coming from our little parlour and I went over to the half-opened door and peered through.
The room was full of women–most of them elderly–whom I recognized as belonging to Ragini’s Book Club. They were sitting in couples, and between each couple was a Ouija board! The mournful squeak of the legs of the moving triangular things on which they rested their fingers filled the air and mixed in with the conversation. I looked around for the ghost with my heart sunk down to zero. What if Ragini should see her and go mad before my eyes! And then Ragini came and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Laksh,” she said in her sweetest voice, and I noticed that her cheeks were very pink and her eyes very bright. Ragini is never so pretty as when she’s doing something she knows I disapprove of, “Laksh, dear I know you’ll help us out. Mrs. Saraswati Malhotra phoned at the last moment to say that she couldn’t possibly come, and that leaves poor Swara Bose without a partner. Now, Laksh, I know some people can work a Ouija by themselves, but Swara can’t, and she’ll just have a horrible time unless you—-”
“Me!” I gasped. “Me! I won’t—-” but even as I spoke she had taken my arm, and the next thing I knew I was sitting with the thing on my knees and Miss Swara Bose opposite, grinning in my face like a flirtatious crocodile.
“I–I won’t—-” I began.
“Now, Mr. Maheshwari, don’t you be shy.” Miss Swara Bose leaned forward and shook a bony finger almost under my chin.
“I–I’m not! Only I say I won’t—-”
“No, it’s very easy, really. You just put the tips of your fingers right here beside the tips of my fingers—-”
And the first thing I knew she had taken my hands and was coyly holding them in the position desired. She released them presently, and the little board began to slide around in an aimless sort of way. There seemed to be some force tugging it about. I looked at my partner, first with suspicion, and then with a vast relief. If she was doing it, then all that talk about spirits—-Oh, I did hope Miss Swara Bose was cheating with that board!
“Ouija, dear, won’t you tell us something?” she cooed, and on the instant the thing seemed to take life.
It rushed to the upper left hand corner of the board and hovered with its front leg on the word “Yes.” Then it began to fly around so fast that I gave up any attempt to follow it. My companion was bending forward and had started to spell out loud: “‘T-r-a-i-t-o-r.’ Traitor! Why, what does she mean?”
“I don’t know,” I said desperately. My collar felt very tight.
“But she must mean something. Ouija, dear, won’t you explain yourself more fully?”
“‘A-s-k-h-i-m!’ Ask him. Ask who, Ouija?”
“I–I’m going.” I choked and tried to get up but my fingers seemed stuck to that dreadful board and I dropped back again.
Apparently Miss Bose had not heard my protest. The thing was going around faster than ever and she was reading the message silently, with her brow corrugated, and the light of the huntress in her pale blue eyes.
“Why, she says it’s you, Mr. Maheshwari. What does she mean? Ouija, won’t you tell us who is talking?”
I groaned, but that unstoppable board continued to spell. I always did hate a spelling match! Miss Bose was again following it aloud: “‘S-h-a-r-m-i-s-h-t-h-a.’ Sharmishtha!” She raised her voice until it could be heard at the other end of the room. “Ragini, dear, do you know anyone by the name of Sharmishtha?”
“By the name of—-? I can’t hear you.” And Ragini made her way over to us between the Book Club’s chairs.
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