It was about a year ago on Halloween when my friends Leo, Sarina, Bryan, Leslie, and David and I decided to try a seance for Halloween, just for fun. We left Leo's house around 7.00pm and went in search of a place to have our seance. We live on South Padre Island and near the end of town there is this old house that has been abandoned for some time, we decided to have it there. Leo somehow got the lock of off the door and we went inside. When we got through the doorway I had this feeling of darkness in the house, like a psychic or something but like a sudden chill. I didn't think much of it as it was night time and it was fall. The 6 of us went into what I thought was the foyer. We set up our "seance gear” an Ouija board and white candles around the board for protection. Sarina who practices Wicca told us that we should be careful because she felt something weird in the house. We just thought she was paranoid. It was about 9.00pm when we finally started to sit around the board. Sarina put her hands on the planchette first then everybody else followed. At first we were just asking stupid stuff like how old are you? Were are you? We got these weird answers like infinity, everywhere. We were all accusing each other of moving the planchette. Then I got the courage to ask it something; I asked it what's your name? At first all of us thought it was harmless question. Then it started to spell it out very slowly S-A-T-T-A- N. When the last letter finally appeared we all let go of the planchette and went back a couple of feet. We were all siting on the floor and we were just breathing hard thinking if it was really true what it was saying. After a couple of minutes we all decided that one of us was moving the planchette. We decided to continue. I now know that then we really messed up. We committed one of Ouija biggest no no's. We asked it show itself. Show itself it did. As soon as we finished asking the question all the candles went out and the floor beneath us started shaking. The floor of the old house was wood at the corner of the room the floor was coming undone. The boards started to rise and before anything else could happen we all ran out that house. We got in our cars and sped off. As soon as we got to Leo's house we rushed upstairs to his bedroom and locked ourselves in the walk in closet he had in his room. We spent the night in the closet all 6 of us. We came out of the closet around 12 the nest day. Sarina told us if we didn't close the Ouija board that the thing would follow us until we did. It was better to go and end it today than another day. Before we left to the house Sarina made a potion that her coven taught her to make in order to purify yourself on dangerous thought forms. In other words the holy water of witches. When we got the house nobody wanted to go in first. So I opened the door and walked in, everybody else followed. When we went into the room everything was a shambles. The board was half way across the room the windows were broken etc. We put the board back where it was the previous night and resumed our positions. We asked the spirits if it was still here and it said yes and the floor started to shake. Before the incidents of the previous night happened again we quickly put the planchette on goodbye. The shaking stopped. We all wanted to get out but Sarina took out her water and started saying a chant that was taught to her by her coven. We heard a small hissing noise. The she poured the water over the board and steam started to come out of the board. She then picked the board up and ran outside to the beach and started digging in the sand. We all saw her fear and we started digging with her. When the hole was about 5 feet deep we threw the board in and stated covering it up. Never the less as soon as it was covered up we ran away form the house and never returned. I don't know how to explain the events that happened that night. I don't know what caused them. My friend Sarina committed suicide a couple of months after that. She was found near were we buried the Ouija board holding a gun. My psychologist says that the best way to get over that event is to talk about it. Talking about it I am doing. If anybody has had a similar experience and needs to talk about with some one e-mail me.

Submitted From: Koukla Imperio Castro, Texas, USA

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