"She Talks To Angels, They Call Her Out By Her Name"
Do You Wanna Know Why I Can't Sleep At Night?
This is my story, i don't want to bother with the introduction to this so i'll skip it if you don't mind. Okay, this story takes place back in '96. I was spending the night at my friend's house, we'll call her Marilyn. Okay, so i was at Marilyn's house... wait, did i mention that there were no parental units? No? Well, there weren't, they went out to dinner that night. So there we were, Marilyn and Sally, and we wanted something to entertain us. So what did we reach for? Yup, you guessed it... an ouija board. Stupid, i know... if i could go back and change one thing in the past, i never would have picked up that board, but we did. SO we started to "channel spirits" through a Parker Brother's Ouija board. You laugh? At what? Look, just because its a Parker Brother's board, doesn't mean that the thing didn't work. Trust me, you can channel spirits through a peice of paper and pen just like an ouija board. I've done it, but please, please do not try this at home unless you are experienced. After you read this story, you'll understand.
Anyways, back to the point. Marilyn and I were channeling spirits when we came across a "little boy" named Seth. Enter scary music, and all that jazz, because if you know who "Seth" really is, you'd be scared by now. So Seth, was being a cute little boy. Pretending that he was six, couldn't stay on long because his "mother" was callin him. At that exact time, Marilyn thought she heard her parents car door shut, we freaked. We weren't supposed to have that evil board in such a godly house. We rushed to say good bye to Seth and put the board up. then we realized it was just our imagination so we got the board back out. Seth was still in the board, so to speak, but he told us he was growing bored of talking through a board. So we asked him, do you have a better idea? He said yes, go get some paper and pens. We got it and came back to the table with the board on it. We channeled through the board some more to get directions on how to do this. He told us how and we proceeded to talk to our "guardian angels"...
Marilyn had three, i can only remember that one of their name's was Aerial. I had two, one was sweet and the other was evil, but i'll get to the point...Seth was one of my "guardian angels". They started to tell us our future, it all started out with giggles, i assure you. As the weeks passed on Marilyn and I would do this "trick" everywhere. School, notes to each other, at home, where ever. We started abusing this, automatic writing, we asked it trivial stuff like who were we gonna be when we got older, etc. It was bad to do that, because they manipulated us easily. Soon, my other "guardian angel" was disappearing slowly, Seth was taking over. Everytime i started writing, he would start drawing evil, demonic faces on the paper. And then he would tell me he tricked me, he wasn't 6, he was much older... and he wanted me to die and be his bride. Creepy huh? I later found out that "Seth" is another name for Satan's son. Chills? I think so. But i didn't know that at the time, so i continued to talk to him through automatic writing, and i grew depressed. He wanted me to, he made my life miserable. How you ask? Good question. Did you know that once you open a flood gate, its hard to stop the water from damaging a town? Well that's what happened when i started the automatic writing, it opened a flood gate. My dreams were controlled nightmares and at night i would sleep with my ears covered because i could hear footsteps in my room. It was the squishing of the carpet that made those sounds. But footsteps? There was no one in my room besides me, just footsteps walking around when i was trying to sleep. Do you have any idea how annoyingly, scary that was? It sucked! My life grew very grim, i was depressed and willing to give up. So i did that, and allowed Seth to posess me. Big mistake but i was young and very stupid. He posessed me all right, i struggled for a full minute with breathing, he took that away from me. When i finally gasped real air i was screaming at the top of my lungs. He almost had me. To this day i still practice automatic writing. I can still contact Seth if i try, but i choose not to... he's evil, too evil for my liking. This story is my warning to everyone. If i could take back that night, i would have. It opened a flood gate, and i can't stop the water. Footsteps in my room are real to this day, but now i learned i controll them, you see... they need me to keep themselves sane. Funny how everything turns out, huh? Guess that's my hidden talent that stays hidden, e-mail me if you have a ghost story of your own. you'll find my e-mail me button at the bottom of this story... Anyways back to the warning, please don't open your floodgate, you will regret it.
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