#imo.speaks

Beside the ouija board on the couch Imogen sat, hoping she could answer questions the guests of the manor had. It was where she always was, just waiting. Eyes flickered up from the board when she heard someone approach, then stood and moved to the other side. Now crouched, knees pressed to her chest, she placed her fingertips on the planchette. It’s then she noticed the other not coming to take their spot. "What is it they’re waiting for,“ she whispered to herself.

when her body was discovered, imogen felt strangely at peace, but also wildly embarrassed. having avoided the ouija board most of the time after her body was laid to rest. she just couldn’t bare touch the object and speak to them. seeing herself in that condition was striking. even once her sister came onto the property she remained out of the other’s view, it wasn’t until she stood out by her burial plot did she see one of the living. a nervous look over her features as she tried to flash them a smile. “hi,” being the only words she could find.