I Think I Conjured Spirits
Lisa, KS, USA
My story begins when I was around 13 or 14 years of age. I am an only child so growing up I was pretty good at entertaining myself. This was especially true during the summer months when school was out. I was old enough to stay alone during the day while my parents were at work. One of my favorite things to do during this time was to walk to the public library and hang out. I LOVED to read (I still do!).
Since I was getting a little older I ventured, one day, into a section of the library that had more adult books. I was always above my age in reading and wanted to see what kind of books were available on the second floor of the library. I was also attracted by the cool spiral staircase leading to the second floor. Once up there I was drawn to the far corner in the back. It was shadowy, quiet and really spooky! Just what I love! I found a few books about haunted places but what really caught my eye was a book by Alastair Crowley. It was a little above my head with the content but it had several "spells" or "words" to say to conjure forth any spirits. I checked it out immediately.
It took me a few days to get the jist of the book but apparently if you repeated these incantations you could call forth a spirit. So i waited one night when I knew my parents would be in bed to try these incantations. I remember sitting right in the middle of my floor slowly repeating these words, wondering if I got the words right, the timing right and yada yada. And hmm...nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until a few nights later...
The first thing I remember was waking up in the wee hours of the morning and hearing what sounded like a whole room full of people talking in the room beside me. A murmuring huge sound, no words could be made out. It frightened me, my heart was racing but I wasn't about to go see what it was. So for several nights it went like this.
Eventually those murmuring sounds died out. Next to come was a little more personal. My mother worked very early in the morning and would put her uniform folded neat and ready on the bathroom counter. She would go about doing her morning ritual. One morning she came into the bathroom and realized several pink Kleenex were wadded up and placed on her clothes. Very unusual, pink Kleenex were in my room and she could plainly see it didn't come from my room.
So soon after that we all noticed that a voice was singing along when we had certain CDs playing It was pretty creepy.
In the meantime I felt a more sinister being was wanting recognized. "It" was asking what they needed in the quod.
I had had enough and left the group.