Alana

You.

Alana smirks. "You two are messing with me."
"I'm not doing an-" Katelyn cuts off, distracted by Chloe pulling at her own arm. "What's wrong?"
"I can't get my hand off it!"

The other two try to let go, just to find out they can't. Not only can't they get their hands off the planchette, they can't move it either. Now that they brought you into their world, you aren't just going to let them leave.

Katelyn is the first to give up, instead just trying to calm Chloe down. She's stopped trying to run, resigning herself to just hyperventilating instead. Alana is the last to give in. She flops back into her chair, more frustrated than afraid.

"Who are you?!" Chloe cries.

You move the planchette rapidly between the letters, roughly yanking the girls to and fro, while Katelyn writes out each.

Guess.

Alana lets out an irritated sign. "Least we don't have to ask if it's an asshole."
"I guess we have to work out its name, if we want to leave."
Chloe perks up at this. "Like hangman?"

She seems to relax thinking all you want is an innocent game. She even seems excited.

"What's our first guess?"
Chloe jumps up. "Are there any Es?"

No.

Her face loses it's enthusiasm and, collapsing under her own awkwardness, she sits back down, disappointed. They all wait in silence, as Katelyn transcribes the results.

"So, what happens, now?"