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Recap-Ragini pressurized Laskh to accompany Swara. By Ragini’s insistence Laksh went there. The Ouija board started to take Laksh’s name and Swara tried to make him bad in Ragini’s eyes and called Ragini.
Laksh’s pov
“You know the funniest thing has happened,” she whispered excitedly. “Someone had been trying to communicate with Laksh through Mrs. Sharma’s and Mrs. Mishra’s Ouija! Someone by the name of Sharmishtha—-”
“Why, isn’t that curious!”
“What is?”
Miss Bose simpered.
“Someone giving the name of Sharmishtha has just been calling for your husband here.”
“But we don’t know anyone by the name of Sharmishtha—-”
Ragini stopped and began to look at me through narrowed lids much as she had done in the library the evening before.
And then from different parts of the room other manipulators began to report. Every plagued one of those five Ouija boards was calling me by name! I felt my ears grow crimson, purple, maroon. Ragini was looking at me as though I were some peculiar insect. The squeak of Ouija boards and the murmur of conversation rose louder and louder, and then I felt my face twitch in the spasm of that idiotic grin. I tried to straighten my wretched features into thier usual semblance of humanity, I tried and—-
“Doesn’t he look sly!” said Miss Bose. And then I got up and fled from the room.
I do not know how that party ended. I do not want to know. I went straight upstairs, and undressed and crawled into bed, and lay there in the burning dark while the last guest gurgled in the hall below about the wonderful evening she had spent. I lay there while the front door shut after her, and Ragini’s steps came up the stairs and–passed the door to the guest room beyond. And then after a couple of centuries elapsed the clock struck three and I dozed off to sleep.
At the breakfast table the next morning there was no sign of my wife. I concluded she was sleeping late, but Sumitra, upon being questioned, only shook her head, muttered something, and turned the whites of her eyes up to the ceiling. I was glad when the meal was over and hurried to the library for another try at that story.
I had hardly seated myself at the desk when there came a tap at the door and a white slip pf paper slid under it. I unfolded it and read:
“DEAR LAKSH,
“I am going back to my grandmother. My lawyer will communicate with you later.”
“Oh,” I cried. “Oh, I wish I was dead!”
And:
“That’s exactly what you ought to be!” said that horrible voice from the other end of the room.
I sat up abruptly–I had sunk into a chair under the blow of the letter–then I dropped back again and my hair rose in a thick prickle on the top of my head. Coming majestically across the floor towards me was a highly polished pair of thick laced shoes. I stared at them in a sort of dreadful fascination, and then something about their gait attracted my attention and I recognized them.
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