I got it home, laid out the pieces and before I could even ask it a question the planchette started to move around, it eventually spelt I’VE GOT A MESSAGE TO YOU
‘What is your message?’ I asked.
YOU SHOULD BE DANCING
Fear started flushing over me, ‘Why should I be dancing?’
NIGHT FEVER
I started to become more confused then frightened now, I needed to get to the bottom of this. ‘You’re talking gibberish’ I shouted!
JIVE TALKIN. HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE. STAYING ALIVE…
‘Hell!’ I shouted. That old man sold me a
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