I’m a little late today, sorry about that. This week’s theme over on the group blog had me questioning what to write about. It’s not that I haven’t had any paranormal type incidents. I have, but writing about them makes me wonder if they’ll come back or happen again.
Okay, I could to you about the time the Quija board truly moved on its own. As in no fingers touched the board or the triangle and yet it raced across the board stopping for brief moments on letters. I think I asked it who I would marry. Hey, I was like 12 at the time.
Scared? Oh yeah, quite a bit. To the point I took it out of my bedroom and sat it outside on the back patio. When the sun came up I took a hammer and broke the thing and threw it away.
I could tell you about my sister who is three years younger than me and the time she had friend’s over and did a séance. She was eight and we were staying at a church parsonage, where our grandfather was preaching for the summer. Yeah, opened the door and right behind my sister was a ball of fire. Fun stuff.
Then there was the time I was a camp and my name kept being called.
To read the rest go here.
Come back afterwards and tell us about your paranormal fun.