grimnebulin
soul of a hippy, mouth of a sailor
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I was 10 years old in the summer of 1976. My best friend at the time was the same age and we hung out at her house because she had a shed that had been converted into a den/ play place where we could hide from the grown ups.
My friend had an older sister of eighteen who talked us into doing a séance. I had no idea what a séance was but it sounded very exciting as she explained that I could talk to my Nan who had recently died.
So there were the 3 of us in the shed, the windows covered, sitting around this home-made Ouija board. I can remember the close, stuffy atmosphere in the shed and how it seemed to become more oppressive. First my friends sister contacted her ex teacher who had died after she left school. The board spelled out "Well done Form ivB." We were impressed though I wondered if the sister was pushing the glass.
We then asked for my Nan by her name. The board spelled out "Yes" when we asked if it was her. My friends sister asked "Who do you wish to speak to?" The glass moved to me, then spelled out "Merry Xmas."
I was a bit freaked out. It was just the sort of thing my Nan would have said, but in August? It felt like someone playing a not very nice joke. I began to feel uneasy. an Big sister had us place our fingers on the glass again and asked if there was anyone there.
That instant there was a heavy blow against the side of the shed from outside. It was so violent it made the shed shake and so loud I leapt up screaming. I was hysterical with terror, there was such a horrible atmosphere in the shed. I burst out of the door into the sunny afternoon, I was actually weeping with fear and something I couldn't verbalise.
Big sister tried to calm me down and told me something must have fallen against the side of the shed. The side of the shed where the blow had been struck was close up against the wall of the house. There was no room there for anything or anyone.
It took me a long time to get over my fear The shed never felt "safe" again, there was a creepy atmosphere of being watched. I am still frightened to this day, and writing about it makes me feel s though it only happened yesterday.
apologies for the length, didn't want to leave anything out.
My friend had an older sister of eighteen who talked us into doing a séance. I had no idea what a séance was but it sounded very exciting as she explained that I could talk to my Nan who had recently died.
So there were the 3 of us in the shed, the windows covered, sitting around this home-made Ouija board. I can remember the close, stuffy atmosphere in the shed and how it seemed to become more oppressive. First my friends sister contacted her ex teacher who had died after she left school. The board spelled out "Well done Form ivB." We were impressed though I wondered if the sister was pushing the glass.
We then asked for my Nan by her name. The board spelled out "Yes" when we asked if it was her. My friends sister asked "Who do you wish to speak to?" The glass moved to me, then spelled out "Merry Xmas."
I was a bit freaked out. It was just the sort of thing my Nan would have said, but in August? It felt like someone playing a not very nice joke. I began to feel uneasy. an Big sister had us place our fingers on the glass again and asked if there was anyone there.
That instant there was a heavy blow against the side of the shed from outside. It was so violent it made the shed shake and so loud I leapt up screaming. I was hysterical with terror, there was such a horrible atmosphere in the shed. I burst out of the door into the sunny afternoon, I was actually weeping with fear and something I couldn't verbalise.
Big sister tried to calm me down and told me something must have fallen against the side of the shed. The side of the shed where the blow had been struck was close up against the wall of the house. There was no room there for anything or anyone.
It took me a long time to get over my fear The shed never felt "safe" again, there was a creepy atmosphere of being watched. I am still frightened to this day, and writing about it makes me feel s though it only happened yesterday.
apologies for the length, didn't want to leave anything out.