The Witching Hour

Posted on January 18, 2012

It was the summer of ’09, it started on a bright sunny Friday afternoon. It was nice out and my day off so I decided to take a walk down town and go to the book store. I spent a good few minutes just browsing until I got to the paranormal section. On the top shelf in the left corner I found it, it was an old, thin, dusty book, that had the word “Witchcraft” printed on it. No authors name, or date of being published. It was priced $9 so I thought, why not, and I bought it.

I went to a convenience store got a few snacks and then plopped myself down on my favorite seat in town. It was right by the old movie theater, it had a view of main street, the bridge and you could still see the sky. I made myself comfortable and open the book, the first page was blank, the second page had the title of the book but the third page was, well strange. It said introduction and had a weird boarding around the page, and then a short paragraph. It was in Latin or something and I struggled to pronounce it but I made it to the next page. I can’t really remember what it said but the second after I turned the page I will never forget. The sky went from bright blue and sunny to dark gray and gloomy. A huge gust of wind swooped down and blew the book straight out my hand. Lightning flashed and several big bangs of thunder boomed.

I was so focused on the strange sky activity that I didn’t notice that the book had completely disappeared. The dark clouds seem to almost spin in a vortex. I was thinking a tornado but then it started to pour rain and then the rain turned to hail and it did that for quite some time. I was stuck on the bench for about an hour waiting for it to let up. I had no phone and I was wearing a tank top and capris and flip flops and it had turned so cold. The hail was about quarter size and I couldn’t get anywhere, I was lucky that part of the roof hung over my head so I didn’t get hit.

When it finally let up I looked for the book but could never find it so I headed home kinda bummed because the sky was still so dark and it looked as if it was going to storm for awhile and I had planned on going camping that weekend. I took my usual route home, but was kinda wanting to turn around and take a different route. The usual route was a road I would take home coming from my friends house, I had a bad experience there with shadow people the year before this. I took that way anyways but walk cautiously. The wind was still howling but I didn’t mind, I loved the wind when it blows through my hair. It almost seemed as if the wind was speaking to me at this point. It was whispering in my ear, it sound like the words that were on that page of the book. I could hear the wind so clearly, and then it hit me. Why is it so quiet. There was no one anywhere, the street was empty, no cars, no kids playing, even if it was raining kids in this neighborhood would have puddle jumping contests. It was abandoned, completely deserted.

When I got home, the lights wouldn’t work and no one was there. I got to my room and got my cell phone and was going to call my mother but it was dead and I had no way to charge it. It didn’t seem strange to me that the power would be out after that freak storm, but it was weird that no one was home. Eventually I drifted off and the next day when I woke up my alarm went off. It was really weird because my alarm clock is electric and there was a power outage and it shouldn’t be working. I could hear people in the kitchen so I ventured in there to question their whereabouts last night. They said they didn’t know what I was talking about, they were home the whole time. I was really confused so I then proceeded to talk about the freak storm and they looked at me with a puzzled look on their faces, they said that it was sunny all day yesterday.

I walked away laid back down thinking, this must be a dream, I closed my eyes pinched myself and I felt it then re-opened my eyes and sat up. I was really confused maybe yesterday was a dream and today is actually Friday. I grabbed my phone and it turned on this time, I could have sworn it was dead earlier. I looked at the date and it is Saturday. I then put my phone on my dresser really, really confused now, I turned around ready to go back to bed but then I stopped turned around again and there it was, that book was on my dresser. I opened it but every page was blank. Right then my mom walked in and asked what was wrong. She said I came home yesterday with that book in my hand twenty minutes or so after leaving and went straight to bed and slept the whole day and had just woken up now.

I left the house at 1 PM the day before, came back around 1:30 PM and slept until 10 AM the next day that is that’s 20 and a half hours straight. What the hell happened that day I was never really sure of but I burned that book a few days later. I took it to my friends house and burned it in a bon fire. It burned pretty quickly and the smoke from it was as black as the nights sky. I’m not really sure if I wanna know what happened that day. To this day it still seems as if the wind speaks to me.

Sent in by Carla Clark, Copyright 2012




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Comments

2 Responses to “The Witching Hour”
  1. Peanut says:

    That sounded SO fake. But if it is real then wow that is weird and sorry about the last coment.

    • Caretaker says:

      Did you actually read it there? I mean how can a dream sound fake? Dreams can be very strange. We can fly in dreams. The sky can be pink. All sorts of things happen in dreams.

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