The Girlfriend

From: Ryan Saunders (Spookiekid@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Huntington Beach, CA
Source: Form Submission

Well, in High School, I was very interested in the various "occult" oulets in the world. Ouija, spirits, demonology, these were all things that I was interested in, but had never tried. Until after graduation.

I had a friend who lived in the same housing tract as I did, but on the other side. I frequently (every night) went over to his place, since his dad worked nights. We would sit around and drink beers, and generally just goof off. One weekend night, we got pretty ripped, and I decided I'd just crash at his place, in an extra bedroom.

This room was just plain creepy. If the hallway leading to it was pretty much "room temperature" i.e. 70 degrees, then the room would feel as if it were at least 20 degrees lower. This started me thinking. Another friend of ours had a friend who was a self proclaimed wicca. Well, we decided that it would be pretty cool to hold a no kidding seance. So, the wicca came over, and he used incense, candles, etc. to invoke the spirits. Nothing much happened that night, but someone we sent upstairs to 'the room' said that it got really cold all of a sudden, and the hallway, when we investigated, seemed to be in the eighties.

So, nothing much happened for a while, then my friend met a girl, a strange little girl. She was, uh, significantly younger than he was, but, I really didn't mind at the time, because by this time, I was used to my friend's girlfriend habits. Well, one night, we decide to break out my ouija board, that I had been using on and off for sometime, just as a screwing around with the spirit world type thing. We are at the girl's house, her mom is out for the night. We get the boaard out, and she says that you can get a much better reading off the board if you put blood on it. So, my friend pokes his finger, and proceeds to put a drop of blood on the top of the board. We get into postion, the three of us surrounding the board. For a little while, nothing happens, then the pointer begins to move erratically around the board. It starts picking up speed, then comes to an abrupt halt. We sit there for a minute, then notice it start to slowly move. It spells out "I want to write". Naturally we're a little confused. We "tell" it that it can write whatever it wants on the board. "No", it spells, "{she} can write for me".

We look at her, and she tells us that she dabbled in witchcraft before and could do automatic writing. Well, we deicide what the hell, and get out a piece of paper, and a pencil. She goes into this trance thing, and makes some random scribble on the sheet. Nothing much happens for a while. Then it spells out, in really crappy writing, Not here. Where, we ask. His home, referring to my friend.

So, we pack everything in my car, and drive over to my friends house. The two of them take a seat at the kitchen table and she starts doing her trance thing again. I'm standing next to my friend, who is across from her at the table.

His kitchen and living room were basically one large room, seperated by the front door entryway, and a staircase that goes upstairs. In the living room, directly across from where I'm standing, is a fireplace, that has a huge mirror hanging above it. Okay, got the picture of the downstairs in yer mind?

Now here's where it gets really weird. She's at the table doing her thing, my friend is sitting across from her, and I'm standing next to him. For some reason my eyes were drawn to the living room. There, in the mirror, clear as day, I see this red mist. As I am looking, this mist begins to coalesce. By now, I'm tranfixed by this apparition in the mirror. As I watch, a demonic face begins to take shape. I swear to all that is holy. As I watched, it began to appear less and less like a reflection, and more of a full bodied creature. Now, this all felt like it was hours, but couldn't have been more than a minute. So, I start tapping my friend on the shoulder, trying to get his attention, and I can barely speak, I am so terrified. My friend finally looks up at me, and I point this thing out to him, and he spots it. We decide to take off, rather than stay here with this thing forming in his living room. So, we bolt out of the house through the kitchen's sliding glass door.

His girlfriend, unfortunately, is still kind of out of it in her trance thing, so he's kind of carrying/dragging her along. We hop into my car and drive away. Not knowing where to go, we head for a Denny's restaurant. It's getting late, I have no desire to sleep, and so desperately want to get a coffee or two. We get into a booth, his girlfriend is awake by this time, and we get some food, and coffees. The girlfriend seems fine for a little bit, then she grabs a napkin, and a pen that we had, gets a glazed look in her eyes, and starts writing again. We look at the paper, and written on it is "Not gone yet". Me and my friend flip out, and pay the bill. We take her back into my car and start driving around again.

We are panicked and don't know what we're going to do. My friend is in the backseat with his girlfriend, and she is muttering under her breath. It sounds like gibberish, but you can tell that there is definitely some kind of language going on here. She looks like she's unconcious, and is writhing in his arms. By now, we're freaking, and we just happened to drive by a Catholic church that was down the block from our housing tract. So, thinking church, thinking catholic, we think holy water. Ya know, those holy water bins that are in the front of churches? Perfect. So, we park the car, and sneak into the foyer of the church. She is fighting us the whole way, and is calling us every blue name under the sun, mingled with more of that gibberish. Finally we get her inside. There's the bin. We pretty much drag her over to it, because somehow she has gotten REALLY strong in the past couple of minutes. My friend and I put our free hands into the water, and begin splashing her with the water. When it hits her, she screams at the top of her lungs, and screams obscenities out at us, the church, the world in general. Me and my friend are really panicked by now, we don't know if there is a priest on duty or what. So my friend kicks off his shoe, rips his sock off, dips it into the basin, and pulls it out dripping wet.

We drag his girlfriend back to the car, who, by this time, has quited down somewhat. They get back into the back seat, and my friend places the water soaked sock on her forehead. Gradually, she stops the muttering in "tongues" or whatever, and calms down completely. Later on, we talked to her about it, and she claimed to have no knowledge of the events that transpired. I would have written it off as excellent acting, but I know what I saw in that living room. And I know that it was some kind of demonic presence. Not really a "ghost" story, I know. But definitely one of the more freaky paranormal accurences that I have been involved in.

Feel free to write me with your thoughts or questions you may have. I've tried to capture about 4 hours of events into as little a story as I could. Hope it freaked you out.