He put his hand on the plastic pointer. Josie followed suit. Dhanesh, however reluctantly, did the same.
“Okay,” Josie began. “Keep your hands on the pointer and your feet on the floor. No bumping the table. I’ll ask the questions.” She paused for effect and looked the other two dead in their eyes. “Here goes nothing…spirit of McDonald’s, are you here?”
The tiny, plastic pointer stayed in place. Josie coughed. “I said, spirit of McDonald’s, are you with us tonight?”
The light above their table dimmed for the briefest of seconds and the pointer, in the blink of an eye, moved just below the word “Yes” that was printed on the board. A slight breeze gusted across the table and sent a shiver up their spines.
“Stop fooling around,” Steve said.
“Wasn’t me,” Josie said, trying her best to squelch the fear that was evident in her voice.
“Me neither,” Dhanesh added.
“Uh oh,” Steve said, staring in disbelief at the pointer. “Ask another question, Josie.
Quick.”
“Um…uh…spirit of McDonald’s, why are you haunting this place?”
Again the pointer shifted. “F-R-E-N-C-H-F-R-Y”, it spelled out, using the letters that ran across the board.
“French fry?” Dhanesh asked. “It’s hungry?”
The pointer beneath their fingers slid to the word “No”.
“It hates French people?” Steve took a stab.
The pointer shook but stayed on “No”.
Both men looked to Josie, who, in turn, shrugged. “Well,” she said. “He died here. Maybe a French fry killed him.” The pointer nudged left, in between the “Yes” and the “No”. “Ah,” she said, “Now we’re on to something.” She paused and scratched her head. “Spirit of McDonald’s, you died here and you haunt this place because of something to do with our French fries?”
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