The Wallingford Haunting
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THE CLEANSING
The next day was simply awful. All our concentrations had been affected by this activity. I don't think any of us were sleeping well. One friend complained of hearing howling outside his window. I resolved to do the only logical thing: tell my mom. When you're being bullied by a kid, you tell your mom, so why not if you're being bullied by a ghost?
I told her everything about our Ouija obsession and the things we had experienced.
Her response makes me think that what was haunting us was probably not a ghost. It turns out that my mother, although skeptical, knows a lot about the occult. When I finished telling her, she began to go upstairs, froze, then turned toward me and said, "Lauren, you did something bad." I decided right then, no more Ouija boards. My mother performed a house cleansing ritual, and things went back to normal for a few weeks.
THE "POSSESSION"
Two of my girlfriends who had been involved with the Ouija board wanted to spend the night. We all decided that this would be a ghost-free night, so we went up to the attic and got my glitter makeup kit. And that was when it happened.
The lights flickered and the one girl who had complained that she had seen the figure by her bed began to cackle. The other girl and I were freaked out and went downstairs, leaving her up there cackling to herself. I was terrified and grabbed the Bible. The girl with me was a big girl and pretty strong, and when the cackling girl ran down the attic steps grabbing at me with my Bible, the big girl grabbed her.
The cackling girl, needless to say, was displeased and began to hiss, spit, and tried to attack the Bible.
Just then, my mother returned home with a pizza, and the restrained girl dropped to her knees in a semi-conscious state. She was revived and back to normal, and we thought that everything would be okay. But the rest of the night was a wreck.
We were all terrified, particularly because the cackling girl had no recollection of what happened that night. But soon things began to get better, and stayed better for a few years. We had to do many more house cleansings when the activity would pick up again, but everything was alright.
WILL IT END?
Today, however, the house has never been more active: foul smells, doors slamming, and strange whispering. It all seems to center on me, but my boyfriend has been struck a few times by something unseen, and my mother has heard my voice calling her when there is no one in the house. She swears it is me... and shouldn't she know her own child's voice?
Things have gotten even worse since my mother's boyfriend hit me. I've chosen to pack up my things and begin life on my own while studying to be a demonologist and a writer. I can only hope that it’s the house that was haunted... and that it's not me.
THE CLEANSING
The next day was simply awful. All our concentrations had been affected by this activity. I don't think any of us were sleeping well. One friend complained of hearing howling outside his window. I resolved to do the only logical thing: tell my mom. When you're being bullied by a kid, you tell your mom, so why not if you're being bullied by a ghost?
I told her everything about our Ouija obsession and the things we had experienced.
Her response makes me think that what was haunting us was probably not a ghost. It turns out that my mother, although skeptical, knows a lot about the occult. When I finished telling her, she began to go upstairs, froze, then turned toward me and said, "Lauren, you did something bad." I decided right then, no more Ouija boards. My mother performed a house cleansing ritual, and things went back to normal for a few weeks.
THE "POSSESSION"
Two of my girlfriends who had been involved with the Ouija board wanted to spend the night. We all decided that this would be a ghost-free night, so we went up to the attic and got my glitter makeup kit. And that was when it happened.
The lights flickered and the one girl who had complained that she had seen the figure by her bed began to cackle. The other girl and I were freaked out and went downstairs, leaving her up there cackling to herself. I was terrified and grabbed the Bible. The girl with me was a big girl and pretty strong, and when the cackling girl ran down the attic steps grabbing at me with my Bible, the big girl grabbed her.
The cackling girl, needless to say, was displeased and began to hiss, spit, and tried to attack the Bible.
Just then, my mother returned home with a pizza, and the restrained girl dropped to her knees in a semi-conscious state. She was revived and back to normal, and we thought that everything would be okay. But the rest of the night was a wreck.
We were all terrified, particularly because the cackling girl had no recollection of what happened that night. But soon things began to get better, and stayed better for a few years. We had to do many more house cleansings when the activity would pick up again, but everything was alright.
WILL IT END?
Today, however, the house has never been more active: foul smells, doors slamming, and strange whispering. It all seems to center on me, but my boyfriend has been struck a few times by something unseen, and my mother has heard my voice calling her when there is no one in the house. She swears it is me... and shouldn't she know her own child's voice?
Things have gotten even worse since my mother's boyfriend hit me. I've chosen to pack up my things and begin life on my own while studying to be a demonologist and a writer. I can only hope that it’s the house that was haunted... and that it's not me.
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