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Stabbed in The NeckBack when I was in my depressive stage, I was experimenting with witchcraft and paranormal interactions. I told all my friends about it, and like a disease in a house, it spread quickly between us. Shortly thereafter, we'd decided to make a clan, a witches circle called Sistership of the Craft. The Sistership would meet on a weekly basis, and would practice spells and even write some. But our fondest idea was to communicate with spirits in any means possible, so during a black party, it was Remy's suggestion to bring out the Oija board. We sort of giggled about the idea of attempting to communicate that way, since at least one of us would be tempted to move the arrow. But regardless, we lit some candles, did our dark spirits chant, and put our hands on the pointer directly in the center. Almost immediately, the arrow started spelling out something. It was going haywire so badly that I assumed it was more than one spirit, or all of us trying to move the arrow at once! Suddenly it stopped dead-center on the picture of the children playing Oija, and all of us briefly glanced around us. There was nothing but drapes and candles. We resumed the game, in which I was to ask the questions. The first thing that came to mind was "Are there spirits here?"
The arrow glided smoothly to the YES.
"Are these kind spirits?" I asked.
...A brief pause, then it slowly glided over to
the YES.
We all gave a sigh of relief. Then I asked
"Will you do something for us?"
...YES...
We all smiled and looked at each other.
"Will you please blow out a candle?"
...NO...
"Why not, may I ask?"
...A pause, then it spelled something:
N-O-B-R-E-A-T-H
I looked down at the arrow and everyone's fingers
touching it. Remy's fingers were white.
"Remy, you're moving it."
She smiled and took her fingers off. "Yeah, I
was. Sorry girls."
"Let's try this again, then, and this time,
don't even think about doing that."
Remy nodded and we all put our fingers back on,
and I monitored everyone's fingers while Erika asked the questions.
Erika cleared her throat and said "Are there
spirits here?"
No movement.
"We are witches, and we are familiar with the
black arts. Could you please communicate with us?"
...YES...
"Are you a friendly spirit?"
...NO...NO...NO...C-O-L-D...
"Are you an angry spirit?"
...NO...
"Are you a happy spirit, then?"
...NO...
"Are you a spirit at all?"
...N-O-T-D-E-A-D...
"Do you wish for us to be here?"
...NO...
"Why is that?"
...M-Y-H-O-M-E...
"But I live here now...it is my home. You were supposed to leave to an even better house."
...N-E-V-E-R...
"Never what?"
...L-E-A-V-E...M-I-N-E...
"Do you wish to hurt us?"
...
"Please talk to us. We mean no harm."
...YES...
"Why is that?"
...I-N-T-R-U-D-E-R-S...
"Do you wish for us to be like you?"
...
"To be dead like you?"
...
"Will you please stay with us?"
...YES...
"Are you a man?"
...NO...
"You are a woman?"
...NO...
"You are a small child?"
...YES...
"You are a girl?"
...YES...
"What do you want?"
...T-O...L-I-V-E...
"You wish to be alive again?"
...YES...
"How did you die?"
...
"Hmm? Please answer us, sweetie."
...S-I-C-K...
"You got sick?"
...NO...
"Then how did you die?"
...B-L-E-E-D...
"You bled to death?"
...
"Are you there?"
...YES...
"You bled to death?"
...NO...
"Tell us the truth, now...how did you really
die?"
...D-A-D-D-Y...
"What did daddy do?"
...H-U-R-T...
"He hurt you? How?"
...NO...
"He didn't hurt you?"
...NO...
"Then what about daddy?"
...T-O-L-D...
"He said something?"
...YES...
"To who?"
...
"To who?"
...M-O-M-M-Y...
"He said something to mommy?"
...YES...
"What did he tell her?"
...
"Please tell us. We'll understand."
...E-V-I-L...
"He said evil?"
...I...A-M...
"He said you were evil?"
...
"He said that?"
...YES...
"Why do you think he did that?"
...D-I-D...N-O-T...L-O-V-E...M-E...
"Did he kill you?"
...M-O-M-M-Y...
"He killed mommy?"
...NO...
"Mommy killed you?"
...YES...
"Can you tell us how?"
...
"Please?"
...
"Are you there?"
...
"She's gone..." She told us.
H-A-T-E...H-A-T-E...H-A-T-E
Suddenly the arrow moved, even though our hands weren't on it, and all of the candles snuffed out, leaving us in complete darkness. I could hear the other girls scream and footsteps running back and forth across the room...a little girl's footsteps. The door of the room opened and light from the hallway flooded into the room. The footsteps sounded down the stairs and into the basement, and there they stayed. We piled out of the room, screaming and crying, tearing off our black clothes and bringing out the great, black Bible from the parlor and reading verses from it. After we settled down, I noticed that on each of my friend's faces, there was a scratch mark going all the way across in a diagonal fashion, and I assumed that I had one as well, for a bit later, my face was tingling and stinging. It was that very night that we all denounced witchcraft...but we didn't give up on the spirits. I'd decided to do research on Erika's house to find out something of it's spiritual past. My eye caught something when looking at the town history book. It was an article clipping from long ago in 1918. "Young Girl Murdered By Mother." This intrigued me and solved the mystery at the same time. I read the article and my eyes stopped at a paragraph that went a little something like this (no actual excerpts can be legally posted):" He confided that his wife actually did push her daughter from the window in their two-story home on (name concealed) Ave. and soon thereafter committed suicide in guilt, stabbing herself in the neck three times. Two weeks after he told us this, he was overtaken by a serious illness and passed away, taking most evidence with him." I told all of my friends about it and we all knew that none of us had been moving the arrow that night. |
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