At first, there was silence. I felt a cold breeze over my
feet. The tension in the room increased enormously, but nothing happened. We
ended the seance, and our friends went home.
Though my brother and I were sorely disappointed by the lack
of results, we decided we would listen to the tape, if for nothing else than
formalities sake. What we heard was chilling.
A short while after everyone joined hands and settled down,
there was a profound change in background noise. I can best describe it as the
sound of rushing water. Then, coming from some point in the room and going
towards (and up to) the tape recorder, were what sounded like the footsteps of
someone who was limping. When they reached the tape-recorder, there came the
sound of a bell ringing. The footsteps receded, the bell sounded again, the
sound of rushing water stopped, and, on the tape were our voices; the seance
ended.
No one consciously experienced anything that was recorded on that tape. We were there, and whatever anyone else might say, we were there. It scared the hell out of us, and thirty years later, it still chills me. Since then, I have never actively perused contacting spirits.
By Jackie