One summer my sister had 3 friends over. They were really board one night, and so was I. They said something about contacting the 'dead', so I thought I go with them to watch. It made me a little bit nervous that they were going to do this 'gathering' in a room in which my grandma died in, and I tried to get them to reconsider. They had a book with instructions on how to contact the dead.
They lit candles, and started. They started talking. They were really disappointed when nothing happened, but the windows were opened, and suddenly the lights went out. It freaked us out at the time, but we figured it was just the wind.
It was a townhouse, and within the next week all of our light bulbs started blowing out. We figured this was a normal occurance because the lights are usually replaced at the same time, and therefore need to be changed at the same time, but it was like as soon as we put the bulbs in they would only last an hour, or sometimes a day.
We went through so many light bulbs in the next month or so. In the room of the 'gathering'. In the basements, the bathrooms, and other places. I'd say we went through 50-70 lightbulbs. My mother was complaining about just how much she was spending on the lightbulbs. I knew something was a little different when I would see things 'move' by themselves. I was in the bathroom, and the hamper started rolling around. I had this feeling of not being alone.
Eventally the lightbulbs stopped blowing out. I didn't feel a presence no more. |
