Generally, I’m not a disrespectful little shit. I mind my own business, give respect where it’s due, and keep to myself for the most part. I didn’t even intend to make friends at my last job, but I ended up creating a local paranormal group with a few like minded people.
I eventually asked two of the gals on the team if they wanted to hold a séance in the graveyard on the way out of town, and of course they said yes. One of them is one of my best friends now, the other is a good human and I consider her a friend as well. For the purposes of this story, I’m going to be changing their names, but the content will remain the same.
We had discussed a date, time, and setup location inside of the large cemetery. With enough prep-time, I was able to find a babysitter, just so we are clear: no children were in attendance. Our ages are 24, 24, and 23. Allie, who is pretty much a sister to me, was the one that brought the majority of the supplies. She brought the board, the sage, the incents, and even a blanket so we didn’t have to sit in the sticks, dirt, and grass.
Emma, my other friend, brought a journal to write things down as we “played.” I brought us water and a first aid kit, because let’s be real for a second, some freaky crap happens sometimes, and you don’t want to be caught without a first aid kit and water.
We walked around for a little while, checking to see if we got a weird feeling anywhere. There was a section to the far left of the land where a bunch of dead babies were buried, so naturally we start there. Allie pulled items out of her large bag and we helped set everything up; Blanket down, board next, planchette nowhere near the board, incents lit and set inside of a censer, and pen with paper beside the board. Allie wanted to be the scribe for these sessions and so she didn’t touch the board at all this go around.
Emma and I had never participated in this before, but Allie had a few times. She was happy to guide us on the rules and so on, even though Emma and I had read them several times and looked it up online to be sure. We weren’t to lift our hands from the planchette, ask anything super rude, and if either of us got a nasty feeling, we were to speak up immediately and move the planchette to “goodbye” without hesitation.
With our hands on the planchette, Emma and I moved it around the board three times. One of us asked, “Is there anyone here that would like to talk to us?” It took a moment for our first question to be answered, but eventually the piece we were touching moved to “yes.”
I grinned at the board and almost didn’t believe it, but we kept going. “How many of you are here around us right now?” Our hands were guided to the number “3” on the board. I was getting chills, but there was no wind and it was summer time, sun still shining over the trees.
“Who are we speaking with right now?” There was about a minute pause before our hands were moved to the letters A-B-B-Y. Meanwhile, the name Abigail flooded my brain and I looked up at Emma. She had a strange look on her face, almost as if she was having a similar thought. We had confirmed it a moment later that we had both had the same name in mind.
We asked, “What does it look like where you are?” but we didn’t get an answer. We then asked, “Would you like us to move?” and the planchette moved to “Yes.” We said goodbye to Abby and the others, quickly picking things up and going to a new spot.
Us gals moved to a lovely spot under a bushy tree across the way from the infant graves, finding a level and soft patch of grass to sit at. Everything was set a few moments later, Emma and myself at the board once more. As soon as we pushed the pointer around three times and moved it to “Hello”, our hands were guided over the letters W-E-L-C-O-M-E. Emma got wide eyed and smiled. I couldn’t help the smirk on my face either and asked, “How are you doing today?” We were sitting there for only ten seconds when the piece moved to the letters D-O-I-N-G-W-E-L-L.
My mind was being blown and I was in awe. This was actually working. My eyes welled up with tears. Someone from the otherside was talking to us. Sure, the last spot got some answers, but this one was moving so much quicker. We then asked, “Are we disturbing you?” to which the answer was one we didn’t want. Our hands were guided to “YES” and our faces turned to sad expressions. We apologized and said farewell to the person who had crossed. While chatting, we all felt it was a male, former military, name something like Charlie.
We took our time looking for another spot, wanting to see if an area gave us the creeps or if there was a calming vibe we were all linking to. We ended up under a large tree that sat on the boarder of the cemetery. There was a clearing under it, we had assumed either unmarked graves or an area that wasn’t going to be dug up. Just like the last couple of times we set up, took our places, and started the conversations all over again.
This time was different. Immediately, something didn’t feel right. Emma and I looked at each other and then the pointer started to move going from A and making a slow circle to R and pausing. Then it moved to U and stopped for a moment. Then to the center of the board where the eye of the woman was staring back at us. Both Emma and myself took this as “Are You Watching?” and we slammed the pointer to “Goodbye” quickly, ending the session in a hurry.
We were both shaking and getting teary. Allie was frowning with wide eyes and grabbing for the sage, making sure to smudge us, her board, and the surrounding area. We didn’t want anything following us back home. While we were chatting, Allie had told us that what had just happened was a sign of something dark trying to get out of the board and it was a good thing that we stopped communication immediately.
The photo I’ve used for this story is a picture of what the board looks like. I can’t wait to go out again.
