Memories From a Dead Girl
Thirty-Nine
Something cold ghosted over my hand, and when the cold turned warm, it felt more like someone was holding me. I looked at Chloe, eyes wide and tried to speak. Because I could feel her. I could feel Olivia.
I closed my eyes, my voice ragged. "Olivia?" I whispered. "Is that you?"
"Austin..." Chloe was worried. "We haven't even used the board, what's going on?"
"She's here." Then I smiled, and my voice caught. "She's here, Chloe."
When Chloe touched my shoulder, the feeling of Olivia was gone. I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the dark-haired girl in front of me — the one that I could see.
"Sit down," she said softly. "Put your fingers on the piece."
I did what she wanted.
Then she asked a question.
"Olive, are you here?"
The planchette pointed to YES.
I closed my eyes, my voice ragged. "Olivia?" I whispered. "Is that you?"
"Austin..." Chloe was worried. "We haven't even used the board, what's going on?"
"She's here." Then I smiled, and my voice caught. "She's here, Chloe."
When Chloe touched my shoulder, the feeling of Olivia was gone. I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the dark-haired girl in front of me — the one that I could see.
"Sit down," she said softly. "Put your fingers on the piece."
I did what she wanted.
Then she asked a question.
"Olive, are you here?"
The planchette pointed to YES.