“Oh, it isn't you,” she explained patronizingly. “It's those Ouija board fanatics. There was a time when we had nothing much to occupy us and used to haunt a little on the side, purely for amusement, but not any more. We've had to give up haunting almost entirely. We sit at a desk and answer questions now. And such questions!”
She shook her head hopelessly, and taking off her glasses wiped them, and put them back on her nose again.
“But what have I got to do with this?”
She gave me a pitying look and rose.
“You're to exert your influence. Get all your friends and acquaintances to stop using the Ouija board, and then we'll start helping you to write.”
“But——”
There was a footstep outside my door.
“John! Oh, John!” called the voice of my wife.
I waved my arms at the ghost with something of the motion of a beginner when learning to swim.
“Madam, I must ask you to leave, and at once. Consider the impression if you were seen here——”