My Last Seance

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Story type: Channelling
Location: alice springs australia
Source: Form Submission

Myself and 2 friends quite regularly conducted seances during the late 60's. We always seemed to contact people who had died violently. However the last few seances we conducted we always contacted a schoolfriend of mine who died in a motor vehicle accident. During many of the seances we tried to get a winner on the horse races - but to no avail. then one day, slowly ever so slowly the glass spelt a name of a horse. We rushed to the track and bet what little money we had on the horse and yes, it won.

Well, that called for a few drinks and a lot of comments, mainly implying that we were playing with the devil. Half inebriated we adjourned home to try for another winner - but to no avail. One of my friends then accused the glass of being satin, a slut and other abusive words. In return the glass swept around the table faster and faster at times without any person touching it. Finaly it stopped in front of me - then flew off the table, shattering agains my chest. I have never participated in another seance again.

As a footnote to this story the person who was abusive committed suicide some years later.