One day we went to the house of the girls who lived behind my cousins- Beth and Hope- to play. These girls lived in a huge two-story house and the closet in their bedroom was as big as most people's rooms. After just goofing off for a while, we decided to use the Ouija board to call up some spirits which was NOT a big surprise, we always ended up doing this, so we all went into the closet.
I seem to remember us all in dress up clothes, looking like gypsies. We carefully place our hands onto the planchette (don't be impressed, I Googled it) and Beth or Hope began to call the spirit of Mary Todd Lincoln (I don't know...maybe we were into history also--or maybe she's the one we heard the story about who was buried alive because her fingernails had grown and there were scratch marks on the lid of her coffin--Geez, we really WERE weird).
We had also heard all the stories about people going into trances and not coming back and hearing the voices of the spirits they called forth, etc. Well, as we were all concentrating, we heard noises coming from the bedroom and started getting a little bit scared. We looked at one another with wide eyes and whispered things like, "What was that?" "Did you hear that?" "What are we going to do?"
About that same time, we noticed that my cousin D's eyes were closed and she was ever so slightly moving from side to side. CRAP! Was she in a trance? Our eyes got wider and our whispers ceased. We were too scared to move or speak. This was creepy and we had no idea what to do about any of it.
The next thing we knew the closet door burst open my stupid cousin T (a boy of course) is standing there going, "Boooooo" with a sheet covering him. First we screamed. Then we laughed. And then we tackled him and pounded him a few good ones.
Oh, and the trance, that was just to throw us off from the noises in the bedroom.
Of course, this was NOTHING compared to the seance we had at a Halloween party when we were in fifth grade. But, that's a tale for another day.
