From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Peterson residence)
Subject: Re: Slumber Party Fun (story inc.)
Date: 4 Sep 94 22:26:57 -0500
Yup.. I did this once and it worked.. it was creepy, but the stuff that happened to me afterwards was even creepier shivers remembering the inci- dent
Anyway, this is what happened.
When I was in eighth grade, I was spending the night at a Girl Scout camp (I think it was in the end of March, beginning of April). I was there with a bunch of other girls from the surrounding areas and we were all being train- ed to be Junior camp Counselors for the following summer. A little back- ground on the building we were staying in. It was brand new… built the fall before we were there and nothing bad happened during the construction of it. Okay…
We had some free time before we were supposed to be in bed so we all roamed the camp in the dark with a thunderstorm brewing up… it was kind of scarey and very very dark. Lots of trees and clouded over so there was no moon- light. When we came back inside, we decided to play “Light as a Feather, Heavy as a Board”. I had always been interested in the supernatural (being intune with it and all, the brief experiences that I had had with spirits were nothing to be frightened about, unlike what has happened to me since).
I volunteered to be the person playing dead. After a couple of minutes of hushing up the giggling and getting the girls that were being obnoxious out of the room, we started. We turned out all the lights and had on a couple of flashlights, put under pillowcases to muffle the light a bit. Everyone started chanting the “Light as a feather, stiff as a board” and after a few tries they lifted me up with their little fingers. Everyone was excited af- terwards and wanted to try it, but it wouldn’t work with anyone else for some reason.
Okay, this wasn’t so bad. After we were done playing, we all stayed awake for a while scaring each other with spook tales and Jokes. Finally one by one, we fell asleep. All that is for me, and a friend of mine that had her sleeping bag next to mine and that witnessed everything that was to happen to me that night…
By this time, the thunderstorm was raging on full force. Lots of heavy rain, noisy thunder and bright flashes of lightening and my sleeping bag was sit- uated right underneath the window. As I lay there trying to get to sleep, I heard a voice calling to me. It sounded like my Grandfather that had died a couple of years earlier and to whom I was very close. I listened to him and as he got clearer, I pictured a image of him in my mind. It was comforthing in a way.
Then it started to scare me. It was saying that it was beaautiful where it was and that it wanted me to join him there. That I would love it with him and I would never have to worry aabout anything ever again. It kept calling “Sarah, come… step into the gardens” and I kept saying “no. I don’t want to be in the gardens with you” and it replied “but Sarah, I love you, I want you to be with me. I am so lonely without anyone else here to love me” This made me suspicious since my grandmother had died about 8 years before he did and they had been very much in love. I asked it where Grandma was and it told me that she wasn’t there. It got more persistant, promising me great things and great happiness. I kept saying no I didn’t want to go on to the place where it was.
By this time, I could tell that it was getting mad and it demanded me to come with it. Finally I felt myself shouthing “NO! I DON’T WANT TO GO! I WASN’T MEANT TO BE WITH YOU YET AND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE GARDEN WHEN MY TIME IS UP! I WANT TO BE WITH MY LIVING FAMILY AND FRIENDS!!” With this, all of a sudden there was a gigantic crack of thunder and a huge flash of lightening as the rain lightened up to a little over a sprinkle. I woke up to find my friend staring at me. She looked at me and I asked what was wrong (I had thought at the time that it was a bad dream).
She looked at me quizically and told me that I had been muttering to some- thing and that I had been glowing with a light green light and that when she tried to reach out and touch me, she had recieved a small electrical shock.
Now that I have grown older and had some time to reflect on all that has happened to me. I firmly believe that whatever that was that night was not my grandfather, but rather somthing that had sensed my potential and had wanted to get rid of a future enemy. I have faced this demon a couple of times since that first encounter and every time it has tried trickery to convince me to come with him. I am certain that if I ever did, I would die. I don’t know, but that is what I believe.
Note: I am a firm believer that there is a God. Be it a greater diety than we are or more then one, but I believe that there is something out there that is looking over us and trying hard to keep us all safe. Some people call it intuition, some call it a guardian angel and some call it God, but I believe that something is out there. Although I am not quite so certain ex- actly what it is or who it is, it is keeping me safe and as long as I listen to what it has to offer me, I will be kept safe.
Another note on the person that asked about loved ones coming back to let people know that they are safe:
My grandfather that I had mentioned above used to come into my room (after he died) and give me a goodnight kiss. I would feel this as a cool, soft breeze across my cheek and a warm feeling inside. This happened for a long time, sometimes in the middle of winter and others in the middle of summer. But it always seemed to be when I needed it. When I was feeling down or discouraged, it was his way to let me know that he loved me. It helped me a lot after he died.
Alright, that is it for now… If I have time later, I might post some of the other stories that I have. I know some of these may be reposts from a couple of years ago, but oh well, I know you all enjoy a good spooky story =)
DARKLADY/Windsong on IRC
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