| My friends Mike and Sandy own
a bed and breakfast. The house is over one hundred years
old. It has a history filled with everything from child-rearing
to political power-brokering - a sherriff lived there
during the glory days of the Louisiana Hayride. It is
said that he died in the house. The house is two-storied and is quite beautiful. Mike had often sensed paranormal activity in the house, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling. One night, I shared with him a story from my childhood concerning the moving glass ouija. He wanted to try it to ask questions about the house. We asked if there were any entities in the house besides us. The glass said YES. We asked how many. The glass said SEVEN!! We were getting quite spooked and were about to quit. We decided to fix ourselves some cola. When we returned to the kitchen table, the glass, which we had left inside the circle of letters, had been moved to the outside of the circle. We both accused each other of moving the glass and finally realized that neither one of us had. I told Mike that I had always been taught that ouijas were satanic. He said "One more question and we'll quit." We rested our fingers on the glass and for some reason, a question came to mind and I asked, without really thinking about it; "Is the devil real?" The glass flew from beneath our fingers and slammed into the kitchen cabinets. The glass did not break, but left a gash in the cabinet door. The experience overcame both of us and we found ourselves actually crying like two scared kids. Mike is a Marine veteran and a retired Police Officer. I am an Army veteran and work in Corrections. We are not wimps and are accustomed to dealing with very tense situations, but this was something new. We were forced to admit that this even really took place and the emotions were overwhelming. We vowed to never tell our wives about it, for obvious reasons. Well, that's what happenned. You can believe it or you can dismiss it. But Mike and I know that it really happened. . |
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