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Date: Thu, 18 Sep 1997 22:23:08 -0500
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
From: Sarah Peterson (samityna@mail.mctcnet.net)
Subject: OK.. here it goes..
Ok.. Deana said it was okay for me to start sending you my stories... If anyone doesn't want me doing this (I don't want people to be getting excessive mail) let me know and direct me to where I can put them.. I still have to find a good news client.
If you want to read one of the very first things (and one of the scarier things!) that have happened to me, read my story in Obiwan's ghost story page. I think it's called "Camp Ghost". It happened to me when I was in eight grade so that would've been (hmm.. *thinks*) 11 years ago?? I think that would be the right math. Sheesh.. 1986.. yup.. that would make it right. Here goes my strange experiences.. they are numerous, although I have kind of shut myself off to it as much as possible in the last 4 years or so because of some of the things that have happened to me... You could probably call me a medium.. I have actually communicated with spirits, although I didn't have any control over who I talked to... I had a pretty open channel, which I'm sure I could've trained myself to be more selective if I had choosen too.
Things got quiet and I kind of dismissed what had happened to me in 1986 and really didn't think about it too much. I would get "visits" from my Grandfather when I was feeling lonely, confused or just sad. I always knew it was him, because he had a certain feel and scent to him. Unfortunately, since I have made the decision to shut myself off to these sort of things, I have shut myself off to my deceased loved ones as well, so I don't get my visits from him anymore. Sorry I got off the subject, it's just that I really don't know when to begin after that initial contact.
My first year in college started out pretty straight. I chose a University that was only 30 miles from my hometown, but had decided to live on campus anyway. In that first year, I made some really good friends and my Resident Advisor (R.A.) was one of my best friends and I later found out that she had dabbled in witchcraft. (a whole different story!!). Also, in that first year, my very best friend of 11 or 12 years decided that I was "evil and demon-possessed" and totally cut contact with me. I am still hurt and torn about this and have no idea what or why she said this. She had written me a very hurtful letter and said things to me that took me a very long time to get over.. in fact, I don't know if I am over them yet. Soon after this, my interest in the supernatural became more active. Kris (my RA) introduced me and some of the other girls on my floor to friends that were dabbling with a Ouija Board. Scarey stuff. That first night, we were in this guy's room that Kris knew (I had just met him) and he was using the board with another friend that I didn't know. Immediately, the spirit that they had on the board noticed me. (note: I hadn't had any supernatural experiences for about 5 years..the last being the one in eighth grade) It started giving information about me that neither of the people on the board would know about me.. some things that my friends in the room knew. Of course, this made me an immediate believer and made me incredibly curious. When these two people were done with the board, it was my turn. I got on.. something evil got on and started harrassing the people in the room.. It got cold.. candles flickered and went out there was a cold breeze in the room (it was February and the windows were closed and the heaters in the dorms are notorious for making things too warm) It started calling people names and saying things that was going to happen. Needless to say, we freaked and we took our hands off the planchette w/o properly closing up the board. Somebody turned on the lights and we started talking about what had just happened. Suddenly somebody pointed at the board and we all noticed that the planchette was doing figure 8's all by itself, as if it were waiting for someone to get back on.. all of a sudden it lifted and *flew* off of the board. Scarey, but not scarey enough to keep me away. My curiousity was too much for me.. I had to go back to it.. I learned how to make a home-made board. It's not that hard and seemed much more receptive to response. I never did make the mistake to go on by myself. This evil whatever it was decided to "disguise" itself and got extremely friendly towards me and my friends. Of course, I didn't realize it was the wolf in sheeps clothing... I dabbled with the Ouija for quite a few months, but nothing could compare to what was coming to me in the next few months... I met new friends that were self-declared Wiccan witches and warlocks.. and friends that were interested in hypnotism. I had a good girl-friend (we were to be roommates the following year) and I that were highly suggestable to hypnotism and these guys that liked to play with it loved us for that reason... Little did I know that being hypnotized was going to open a whole new dimension to me. It all started out innocently enough, but soon got out of hand. I am able to remember much of what was happening to me during these hypnotic states and what I remember, scares the living daylights out of me. It opened me up.. I was a wide-open door to whoever and whatever decided to take advantage of me..
Ok.. it's getting late, and this note is getting long and I know we are just getting into the interesting part, but I don't want to jam up mailboxes so I am going to sign off now. I have to be to work by 8 am tomorrow, but if I have a chance, I will post Chapter Two tomorrow sometime. Let me know if you want me to or not. If I get any no's.. I'll figure something else out.
TTFN!
Sarah Peterson