Katelyn

Katelyn.

"How does it know my name?" She shoots a glance at Alana.
"The hell should I know?"

Chloe begins struggling. Her concerns from earlier had resurfaced and she wanted out. But you weren't going to make it easy. They'd started the ritual to bring you here, and you aren't just going to let them stop and escape.

"My hand's stuck!"

The other two quickly start struggling as well, to the same result. No one would move their hands but you. Alana has one foot on the table, trying to use her body weight to leverage her hand off of the board. However, Katelyn just takes a deep breath and readjusts her bangs.

"Who are we speaking to?"

You move the planchette, dragging the girls along with you. Alana is thrown off balance and nearly slammed into the table as she gets overpowered by your supernatural presence. While Chloe's pale face is fixed on the board, sounding off each letter for Katelyn to write down.

Guess.

"Easy." Alana smirks. "It's Emma. She's screwing with us."

No.

The response came quick enough to knock the smirk off her face. This all just being a practical joke is getting harder for her to believe. An uneasy silence follows.

Chloe breaks it with a small whisper. "What's going to happen?"