Seance In The Graveyard

by Kipp
(Washington state)

I was 19 years old, oh so many years ago. Much smarter too, so I thought. This was the late sixties and a small group of people I knew thought they were witches and warlocks. Eewwww, real scary.

They were going to a seance and one of the group, Sharon, invited me along. What a kick, I thought, I didn't believe in anything I couldn't see, so I would go along to laugh at them. I asked where they were going and was told they were going to the "Hundred Steps Cemetery", so nicknamed for the hundred steps you had to climb up from the road to get there.

We arrived, must have been 9:30 or 10:00 at night, a chilly November evening appropriately dressed with fog for the occasion. We walked along, respectfully among the graves of people mostly gone on long ago, our flashlights catching the names and dates of their passing.

As we walked, Sharon suddenly fell to her knees in front of a grave whose stone read "SHARON 1952 - ____". Her head tipped up and her eyes rolled back to where all we could see were the whites. Now, the only other person whose nickname I remember 40 years later is "Fox" and "Sharon" had a message for him. He considered himself a "grey" warlock and was trying to decide on going black or white, good or evil. Sharon normally had a high, shrill voice, but now she spoke with a low, gravelly voice, like something straight out of "The Exorcist". The voice told Fox, "...your choice will be for black or there will be consequences...", and then Sharon collapsed to the ground.

My disbelief had pretty much crumbled at this point, when I looked up and saw a huge dark shape moving towards us quickly through the fog. My disbelief was now totally shattered. It may have been just shadows, but we were not sticking around to find out. We picked up Sharon and practically flew down the hundred steps and into our cars. As I drove away, it felt like I had to struggle to keep the car on the road... an invisible force was fighting me.

No one who was there talked about that night with me after that. I told others about it, about how it changed my perception forever of things I could not see. I never messed with the power of the occult after that, but I no longer put limits on my quest in understanding "Spirit" or the Universe, either.