The room was darkened, the candles flickered from an unknown draught. The people sitting at the table were only visible by their hands placed palm down on the black velvet tableclothe…..
‘Is there anybody out there?….’ said the man with trembling fingers, then ‘Of course!’ he realised that he hadn’t rubbed his palms over the crystal ball that sat in it dark ebony mount in the centre of the table.
A dark chill covered the room like a fog blanket and just as the tension was at its highest…………….
To be continued in a furture episode
