Mr. John Williams was a reputed name in the high society of earlier twentieth century Britain. He was a downright Englishman with English airs. He lived in the heart of London with his wife, a woman of poise, and an adorable daughter. Mrs. Caroline Williams, his wife, was a perfect example of a socialite, handsome, mercurial in temperament but capable and ebullient. They had a wonderful sixteen year old daughter who, though had inherited the mesmerising looks of her mother and intelligence of her father to the fullest but failed to take after the social wisdom which her mother had in plenty. The Williams were hosting a dinner to introduce their debutante daughter. Guests invited were men of power and their families. But there was one who stood out in the eyes of Mrs. Williams. Mr. David Gillingham was a young, charming and a successful businessman who was also the heir to his family fortune. Caroline wanted him to admire her daughter.

That evening, the weather outside had rather been unlikely. It seemed that it would rain heavily. The wind blew as if it were a ravenous feline chasing a rodent. Though their house lay in central London there prevailed an eerie silence on the streets. To the contrary, inside the house, the atmosphere was light and warm. All the arrangements had been made. Mrs. Williams was hovering around the table for her final, seventh hour inspection. It was a custom she never failed to perform. After all she didn't want any of her parties to turn into a fiasco! She had never failed as a hostess. There was something different about that evening.

The guests arrived and so did Mr. Gillingham. To Sir Williams' surprise, he had an unexpected company. According to Mr. Gillingham, the shabby looking man was a close friend from the US who wanted to explore the British lifestyle.

Mr. Sampson, the friend, had something unethical about him. He had brought the disturbed aura of the outside to the house. His presence neither amused the hosts nor the other guests. His peculiar suggestion at the dinner table made the Williams further uncomfortable.

"Let's try the Ouija board. I have it with me. Y'know it's very popular in the States", said Sampson.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't share your beliefs Mr. um...Sampson", said Caroline Williams with an uneasy look on her face.

"Me neither. To me, the very mention of such a thing at a dinner table is preposterous!", remarked Mr. Williams.

"I'd have to agree. Moreover I fear we shouldn't disturb the other realm for our mere entertainment which might only last for seconds",said David tittering.

Everyone in the party of thirteen had mixed perspectives. Some were believers, some had their doubts. However none of them but Sir Williams and his wife strictly refused.

"We don't need to make a fuss out of this. Let's just give it a damn try!", said Sampson.

"I think we can try it. It has always been a troubling mystery. Now we can know whether it is true or a mere hoax."

This was the first time when Ms. Edith had spoken at the table. She was a coy, young lady, who did not give her fellows enough chance to hear her sweet voice.

After a bit of persuasion, everyone agreed. Only if they knew what was to happen.

*Hello everybody. Thanks for reading . This is my first attempt at writing so I'd love to listen to your critiques. This is going to be an extremely short story so please don't be disappointed as I intentionally want to keep this so. I'll update soon and hope you'll like what comes next*