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Date: Sat, 28 Jun 1997 16:41:03 -0400
From: "Lawrence,Ann,Nicole" ("aalana@aalana"@agate.net)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
Subject: Ouija Witch
My best friend Tanya has been coming over a lot lately, and we both have an intrest in the supernatural. One day when she was over, we took out my Ouija board and decided to play. We chose to call on a witch who was killed for practicing witch craft somewhere in the 1600's by the name of Sarah Beckard. After some time, the indicator twitched and we began to learn the sad story of a 16 year old girl who was killed.
Tanya and I love music, and I have a radio in my room, but we decided not to turn it on as it might break our concentration with the "expired". The radio turned on and the distinct words of the song 2 become 1 by the Spicegirls blared out singing "candlelight and soul forever." Tanya and I looked at each other warily and we got up to look.
Before I go on, I must say that this is no lie. The radio was on the off position. There is a lot of positions in between the on and the off and it was clearly on off. Thank God, it was plugged in! I would've screamed. But instead I got the chills. Tanya and I went back across the room to play Ouija again, and asked if Sarah would hold our hands. She came to me first. I felt this pressure and weight on my hand. I stood there and squeezed my eyes shut. "She's doing it",I said through clenched teeth. Then it stopped. Tanya was next, of course. "I feel it." She said. I thought she was going to faint. Keep in mind that Tanya and I have been friends for so long that if she were lying, I could tell. There would be guilt in her voice or her eyes would be dull. None of this happened.
Were we scared! But what still gives me chills 2 days later, Sarah never said goodbye, and, honest to God, doors open and close for me in my house. She's still here, I know it. What's worse, a boy was run over on a bicycle right in front of my house before we moved here, so there's no doubt in my mind that somehow, this house is haunted.