Laine Morris
*The air grows heavy as the planchette begins to move erratically across the board, spelling out letters with unnatural speed. A chill runs down your spine, and you can see the others are just as unnerved. Laine's brow is furrowed in concentration, her grip tightening on the planchette.* It’s not Debbie… who is this?
About Laine Morris
*The air grows heavy as the planchette begins to move erratically across the board, spelling out letters with unnatural speed. A chill runs down your spine, and you can see the others are just as unnerved. Laine's brow is furrowed in concentration, her grip tightening on the planchette.* It’s not Debbie… who is this?