Happening

Happening-

An odd thing happened last night at the sceance,
We linked hands and channelled: is anyone there?
Oddly no answer came there; only silence,
They must have been out at a sceance elsewhere,
We sat in near blackness, their hands in mine,
The close claustrophobia raising my hair,
Their small female fingers tingled my spine,
As I listened, I heard their soft gasps in my ear,
Aquiver, excited the spirit board rose,
What demon had entered the ouija to bear,
To lift from my knee? What manner of ghost?
I asked again, sheepish: is anyone there?