I have always been the type to question
everything and wonder how things work. My mother says I was the most
inquisitively destructive child she knew. I am one of those "how does it work?"
people.
That said, I too had an experience or two for
which, to this day, I have no explanation. My sister and I had just lost our
grandfather (Poppy) and her friends at the time were into the whole Ouija board
thing then. So they brought one over for us to try to contact our Poppy.
Needless to say someone else did not want this
to happen because in the middle of our asking to talk to him we were interrupted
by someone else who apparently wanted to talk and the hell with what we wanted.
Even when we all took our hands off the glass
it continued to move a little slower but did. Then my brother came in saw this
and immediately grabbed the family Bible and slapped it down on the table.
Then the glass went flying off the table and
smashed into the wall. |