Not A Happy New Year's

So, this is the story I've been waiting to post, since the submissions page has been closed for a while. I believe it may tie in with all of my previous stories but I'm not sure... Some input would be wonderful. And yeah, I should have posted this one first, it probably would've been smarter, but it's hard to share without feeling ridiculous.

It started during the week of New Year's,2008.I was in St. Helen's or staying at my friend's mom's house for a week prior to New Years as we were going to celebrate down there, and my friend and I were having a pretty good time just going to parties and hanging out with other friends.

I don't know if anyone on here's ever been to St. Helen's before, but there's a cemetery called Masonic upon the hill that overlooks the rock quarry there, and people frequent it for its high volume of paranormal activity-we were such people. Feeling brave, we went there three times during our stay; both times we were sober and we did get our fill of activity (full story in another upcoming post). Needless to say we got our thrills and by the time New Year's Eve came around we were ready to just hang out at Ally's house and relax. We played a few card games, chatted with her little sister (her mom was at work in Portland), and didn't do much of anything. That is, until the idea was brought up of Ouija boards. After some debate, we thought giving one a shot would be fun (STUPID, we know).So, I looked up how to make one at home, I drew us up a rather nice looking one, and we set the mood to start-candles, lights off, all of that.

After about 15 minutes of getting nothing we were ready to call it quits, and we would have if the planchette (which we substituted for a clear shot glass) didn't start to move. Thinking one of us was playing a joke, we asked the routine questions; what's your name, how old are you, etc. What we got wasn't very joking... A little girl was speaking to us, her name Mary. She was seven years old, and had died quite some time ago (not in the house though, as it was a newly built house). Getting a little freaked, we stopped. We closed the ceremony and tried to take our minds off of it. Not easy though, because we heard footsteps and a door slam upstairs (by that time her sister and her friend had left and we were the only ones in the house) Unnerved, we decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood. It was pretty late, so we strolled quietly.

As we walked barely speaking, I looked casually around at the houses lining the street. I stopped when the sight of what looked like an animal moving in and out of some hedges caught my eye. I asked Ally if she saw that, and she had. We stood and stared for a few seconds, trying to see what it was (foxes and raccoon frequented the area). As our eyes adjusted though, we could see it was in fact the shadow of what looked like an animal, but as it moved towards the lighted driveway it changed shape, blending away with the light. We were terrified and as calmly as we could to avoid a scene, we turned heel and started back home.

Ally stopped midway with her head down, and I asked what was wrong. All she did was grin at me with a look that is not hers-she's a sweet person I've known for a while and the look in her eyes was malicious. I asked her if she was okay, to which she responded "I'm fine. I like to be out. Do you believe in ghosts?" I knew there was something wrong then; as my best friend she knew I was into all things paranormal. I told her to stop messing around, I was cold, but her only response was a giddy little laugh... Now I know this sounds ridiculous but it's true, and the events that happened next are sort of a blur, even to this day.

The street light we were under went out; Ally seemed to go back to "normal" but complained of an extreme headache. We got to the house, and this is where it gets blurry. The bits and pieces I remember are Ally having a few more of these episodes; she reports I did the same thing... I don't remember. My memory of that night seems to have chunks missing from it, as does Ally's. We woke up the next morning with pounding headaches and the feeling of being physically spent. Ally says she remembers feeling scared and helpless, I don't remember any feeling but confusion and ominous fear when Ally would turn weird.

We talked little of that night afterwards, me only sharing it with a few people and Ally never sharing it with anyone to my knowledge. A wedge formed between us, and although we're civil today, Ally has since relocated from our hometown of Sandy to St.Helen's with her fiancé. I myself have moved to Gresham with my family. It is our belief that the spirit we contacted using the Ouija possessed us, going from one of us to the other...we're not sure. I know it must sound phony but I'll swear on my life that I'm telling the truth. All I know for sure is that there are questions about what happened that need answers, and I'm finally seeking them out.