She sat in the attic.
Her parents didn’t like her being up there. However, when their elderly neighbour from up the street came in to babysit, she had become aware of the opportunity to go up there as soon as the old woman fell asleep in the armchair, which normally occurred shortly after her parents went out for the evening. This was such an evening. She sat, cross-legged in front of the Ouija board. She had been given the opportunity to follow her passion for playing with the thing on several occasions. There was no doubt in her mind that it worked. She was convinced that on two previous occasions she had made contact with her great, great grandmother.
Both times she had struggled to understand what she was reading on the board. It seemed to her that her ancestor was trying to explain how some curse had been placed on her, preventing her to move on into the hereafter. There had been many references to a doll that the dead woman had owned when she was a child. The girl knew what she was alluding to, as the ancient toy, although now rather worse for wear, sat on a shelf in an old bookcase, right there in the attic. Her parents had said that it was probably worth a great deal as an antique, but they wouldn’t sell it as it was part of the family’s history.
Once more she sat trying to unravel the mystery and again was being told of the curse. Eventually the girl was told to be aware of the doll and concentrate on it with all her might. She was doing just that when it happened. The first thing she noticed was a slight rustling of the old crinoline dress it wore.
As she watched, the tiny arm raised itself and the little porcelain hand waved…