There was a brief pause after the girls' announcements before he introduced himself, doing so with a simple statement of, "Ben," and a short wave to the group. He watched them gather around the board with a frown, not yet ready to buy in to this seance thing. Everyone knew Ouija boards were nothing but storebought cardboard and plastic, and "spirit communication" was only a cheap thrill for giggly teenagers.
On the other hand, people generally weren't supposed to turn in to lions and fish either, so who knew what rules the universe was following anymore.
While everyone was more or less distracted by the tool they would be using, Ben pushed himself away from the door and limped his way towards an open space at the table, grimacing in the process. With nothing to lean his weight on for support, he was startled enough by the abrupt rattling and phantom howling to topple forward over the last few steps, managing to save himself from a nasty spill by grabbing on to the table.
Just before the lights winked out, he saw he wasn't the only one having issues. "Are you okay, um-- Madison?"