[ Mouth sliding open, he almost starts to crawl away from the Ouija board backwards as the air becomes oppressively heavy and cold. But even as the candles flicker out, he can hear the soft scrape of the planchette as it slides over wood. Stiles licks his lips, reaches forward in the dark blindly, and touches the corner of the board where it is labeled YES. The planchette has been pushed there. ]
Okay. Alright. Sore subject, I know. I just—I was doing some digging on a few unsolved cases in the area, and… It’s not like I want to exorcise you or anything. But maybe I could find out more. Get justice for you or something.
[ His breath is visible, a puff of white in the dark, musty apartment. Hesitating, he relights the candles. ]
no subject
[ Mouth sliding open, he almost starts to crawl away from the Ouija board backwards as the air becomes oppressively heavy and cold. But even as the candles flicker out, he can hear the soft scrape of the planchette as it slides over wood. Stiles licks his lips, reaches forward in the dark blindly, and touches the corner of the board where it is labeled YES. The planchette has been pushed there. ]
Okay. Alright. Sore subject, I know. I just—I was doing some digging on a few unsolved cases in the area, and… It’s not like I want to exorcise you or anything. But maybe I could find out more. Get justice for you or something.
[ His breath is visible, a puff of white in the dark, musty apartment. Hesitating, he relights the candles. ]
Wanna talk about something else…?