There, she dropped to a squat and waved a hand in front of her friend’s face. “What the fuck? XXX “On whose knees?” blurted Claire in response to what had been written out for them. In the commotion that began with Claire getting necked by a spectre, none of the girls had apparently realized that the tide had turned. “Feeling left out?” bubbled the blonde, smirking in Claire’s direction. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal fashion over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board. Audrey studied her friend’s face intently, waiting for her to bust up and begin her high-pitched ‘I got you, bitch’ cackle that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. From her side, a tongue she couldn’t see was lashing back and forth in between the tender
