True Ghost Tales

I am Vivian. I am sixteen, and do not prevaricate. I have never done so, and I shall tell you the truest tale that I have to tell. This all happened to me, not too long ago.

PLEASE NOTE – I remember everything that happened perfectly. Even our movements. That experience is not very easy to dismiss from my mind. Do not say that I am prevaricating, because I am not.

It was a bright and sunny Saturday. I had gone to my best friend Willow’s house, because we were going to do a few EVPs around her room, and also because we wanted to hang out.

When I got to Willow’s house, I noticed something strange. There was a thick demonic feeling in her driveway, which made me a little nauseous.

Willow greeted me casually, by hugging me and grabbing one of my bags (I was to spend the night), and led me inside once my parents had driven away. We threw my two bags (Which were overflowing with stones, crystals, and notebooks) on the floor next to her bed, and tossed our shoes to the corner of the room. I plopped down onto the bed, and sighed.

“So when are we going to do an EVP?” I asked.
“Soon enough,” Willow replied, readying her tape recorder. “I just have to reset the dang thing.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling. “I wonder if Hex is the cause of your demon sightings.”

(Hex is a demon of the light that myself and five other people that I know have encountered in the past years that I have known them)

“She may be.” Willow said, and then yawned. “The tape recorder is all set.”
I got up, and walked over to her. “So what are we going to ask?”
“First, if there is a spirit/demon lurking around. Secondly, we’ll ask for its name. Finally, we’ll ask for a purpose of being, and a sign that it is around.” Willow replied promptly.
“Okay,” I said, “Let it roll!”

So Willow and I began the EVP.

“Is there a demon or spirit in this very room?” Willow called.
After fifteen seconds, I asked a question.
“What are you called?” I called. After ten seconds, Willow asked another question.
“Can you give us a sign that you are here, please?” She called.
Suddenly one of her old dolls flew out of her closet, and slammed into me. I gasped in shock as it busted on me (It was porcelain), and its pieces scattered everywhere, some jabbing into my arms.
We instantly stopped recording.

“What just happened?” I exclaimed.
“I have no clue.” Willow said, eyes wide. “It’s the demon. I know it.”

We played the recording, and to our surprise, we had replies.

To the first question, we had this as our reply-
“I am here.”
It was in a voice that I knew somehow. It was smooth, not raspy. Beautiful and addictive. A woman’s voice. A very alluring voice.
To the second question, we got this as a reply-
“I am Hex.”
No joke– It was actually her. Hex. It was actually her.

We played the rest of the recording.

We were shocked after we finished it. We had actually heard Hex’s voice. She wasn’t a figment of our imaginations. We both heard her.

I was baffled.

After we cleaned up all of the porcelain, and tended to my wounds, we went outside.

Then something happened.

Something took over my body. Something forced me to run into the road, and dance. I danced a strange dance, making swift but graceful movements, and Willow watched in awe. It seemed as if time had stopped as I danced. Cars went by – but strangely, I didn’t get hit.

After I regained control, I collapsed on the side of the road, exhausted. Willow was instantly to my aid, speaking to me wildly. She was afraid for my life.

She told me that I had said some strange things while I danced. She remembered all of it perfectly–

“Snamuh uoy no nwod niar l’liw l’leh fo semalf eht fo l’la dna pots l’liw emit.”

I was puzzled. What did it mean? I was unsure.

So we went back inside – We were highly afraid of the outdoors after what had happened.

Can someone please help me understand? We don’t know what is going on. Please, we need help with this.

Sent in by Vivian, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com