The Séance, 1847 | ASMR Spooky Roleplay (soft spoken)

We've been coming here morning
and evening for weeks now.

Still no sign of them.

One year, three months, and two weeks.

Four hundred and seventy nine days since
the expedition set sail to the North.

They should have been back weeks ago.

But deep in my heart,

I know they're still alive.

Our loved ones are still alive.

Forgive me. Tea?

Do you not wish to know?

Do you not wish that sometimes we could
just ask the impossible and get an answer?

I know a way.

I learned about it and even
saw it with my own eyes.

I saw floating lights and
heard whispers in the dark.

It's not something which has spread
yet, but it will once people find out.

I'm talking about the other side,

communicating with those
who can see everything.

We could ask where our loved ones are.

We could know where to look for them.

We don't need much, and I even know
of some different ways we can ask.

Will you try it with me?

Will you give it a chance?

Let me get a few things. Please
make some room on the table.

Ideally, there should be at
least three people for this,

But it's just the two of us, so we
are going to need a bit of extra help.

I have crystals here.

They might help increase our energy

and protect us from unsolicited guests.

We only want those with good intentions.

Labradorite, to help us connect with
those who would like to talk to us.

Obsidian.

For grounding and protection.

And tourmaline, as a protective shield
against our own fears.

Do you feel ready?

Give me your hands.

Take a deep breath.

Try to empty your mind.

Open it and make space
for whatever may come.

Is anyone there?

Is there any spirit
who'd like to talk to us?

Asking again,

is there any spirit present
who would like to talk to us?

What?

Anyone?

Did you hear that?

We are not alone.

Alright, one knock for yes, two knocks
for no. Shall we start?

Please, can you tell us you're not
one of those we are looking for?

One of our loved ones?

Would you help us?
Can you?

What's wrong? You're not at ease?

Wait a minute.

We can use something more
gentle than these knocks.

It's alright, you can
let go of my hand now.

This way it will be less
unsettling. I promise.

Spirit, are you still there?

So do you know where our kin is?

Are they still alive?

Did they make it back to our coasts?

How could we find out more?

Is there anything more you
could tell us using this glass?

Shall we try another way?

I must think of something else.

Have you heard of channeling before?

This way I can easily receive a message,

write or draw something.

If the spirit is willing.

Let me find some paper and a pencil.

You don't have anything to do.

Just be here and present in the moment.

I need you by my side.

Spirit, I'm listening and receiving.

It doesn't make any sense to me.

You?

These lines. Can you see anything?

A shape?

A word?

Maybe...

What about this?

These lines here are strange.

No...

Let me bring a little more light.

What have you done?

Wait.

Islands.

These are islands.

It looks like you're in the perfect
mindset to receive messages as well.

But where is that? There are
different shapes and sizes.

It looks like an archipelago,

but where is it?

My uncle left plenty of nautical charts
dating from the last naval campaign.

Let's see what we can find.

These are from different
parts of the continent.

Some quite close to our coasts.

Some I've never heard about.

Let the spirit help us once again.

Alright.

Spirit, we are asking you again.

Can you tell us which
map we should look at?

Nothing happens.

It's moving.

This one.

There. The islands.

Can you see them?

It's very similar to the drawing.

Similar shapes,

similar sizes.

There are so many...

Some are quite close...

And some are far away.

Which one is it?

One last time.

Which one?

"The horse head".

About one hundred and
twenty miles from our coasts.

And it's not even a real
island. It's barely a huge rock.

They must have washed up there.

We must find a ship and reach
them, and we must go ourselves.

No one will go for us if we say
how we got this information.

A ship...

I know who to write to.

Did you feel that?
Like a warm draft.

It's gone.

The spirit has left.

I guess there was nothing more
they could tell us.

Are you alright?

I have a friend in the next town.

She is an influential lady and knows
almost every ship owner in this county.

She will help us and recommend someone.

Let me write to her at once.

My dearest friend, I wasted no time
in taking my pen to answer you.

And my heart aches to know the
trials you have been facing.

You know that I am ever
eager to offer my assistance.

Unfortunately, the fishing season
has made it hard to find captains

with available ships
for private passengers.

However,

my thoughts recently turned to
my old friend, Robert Padley,

a retired captain from the Navy.

Though it has been some time
since our last encounter,

I believe he still possesses

a humble ship in Calefolk cove
near the boat graveyard.

While it may not be grand,

it is a steadfast and trustworthy boat.

I shall send him words

and I encourage you to visit him

next Friday at dawn
when everything is still

and he hasn't yet gone
for his daily voyage.

I am certain he'll be open to
extending a hand in your time of need.

My thoughts are ever
with you and your friend,

and may your journey
be filled with success.

Yours affectionately,

Lady Georgina.

It's here. What a gloomy place.

No wonder it's not often disturbed here.

I can see the ship.

Captain Padley?

The dinghy!

It's moving.

He's coming to fetch us.

Captain Padley?

Get in.