Another Incredible Tale?

Here's another entry. Watching Incredible Tales does trigger memories that I thought I had long buried. I do not write to scare, that's not the intention. But whether you believe, is very much up to you. I think I wrote this in one of the very first few entries when I started blogging two years ago...so it is somehow in some archive.

Scientifically, the cynics call it mass hysteria. Me? I think that it comes about because of the a moment's folly. Some people dabble with the occult, or with the unknown. Sigh, why do they forget that the one power that they should really count on should be the Almighty?

Anyway, I had expected it to happen; whether sooner or later. Young minds are naturally curious, especially of the unexplained. They seem to think that they are invincible...and there is a sense of bravado when a group gathers together to consult the supernatural beings.

Let me give you this advice...if you decide to call on them, make sure you know how to send them back to the other realm...otherwise, this will happen.

What triggered it off?
I am not sure, but when it did, all you would see is a girl starting to scream...wildly, loudly, shrilly...as if the banshee is wailing for the sailors to dive into the sea, into her open arms. It is a high-pitch scream...and an exhausting one, for it spreads...as the girl lay writhing on the floor, another one joins her..and another and another..until you have two or three in a unholy cacaphony of shrieks...and sobs...and scratchy laughter.

They looked as if they were down with fits, for one was foaming at the mouth. She hit her head against the table hard, and concussed, she lay out cold on the floor, but her body still twitching in convulsive fits.

Those who were watching this little drama seemed frozen in fear...both the boys and girls, pale beyond words, not knowing what had really happened...all they knew what what is was like to be frightened...really, really frightened.

The main screamer was carried into the small room, with two men trying to pin her down. She was still violent, with a torrent of unintelligible words spewing from her in short harsh grunts.

Why I was in the room, I cannot remember, but I knew she was cold to touch...or was it me? I tried to pray...but the words kept getting stuck in my throat...I was holding her down...no...it felt as if I was bound to her...and when she suddenly opened her eyes wide and put her face in front of mine...I jumped back in fear.

"Don't be frightened. I need you to be strong." commanded the wise one.

I blinked and found it even so difficult to swallow my saliva. Slowly, the hairs at the back of the neck stood on end and the room became deadly quiet. I thought she had run out of steam.

"Who are you? Why did you come? Why did you disturb her?" asked the wise one in a firm voice.

"I am so tired...help me...let me sleep...let me go please..." I heard her plead, tears running down her cheeks. Her head rolled down to the side, and the shoulder sagged. The tension I felt in her cold hands were gone.

"I said...who are you? Why are you here?" the wise one got louder. He placed a small amulet at the back of her head.

This time the reaction was immediate, and I was nearly pulled down when she jerked her head. Her eyes rolled wildly, and the drool fell from the side of her mouth.

"She called me! She;s MINE!!! MINE!!!" yelled the harsh male voice.

It was incredulous. Had I not been there, I would not believe it...Whose voice was it that came from this person I knew? Where was the person I knew? ...and this cold, eerie voice made me shudder.

"Go home...I command you...Leave her...leave her!"

"No! NO!...they are mine!!!!You cannot make me go away..."the voice took on a menacing tone. 'He' hissed and jerked, and I got kicked at the side.

How did I get myself into this ? How come I could not pray? God...don't forsake me please...My thoughts too began to jump at this amazing turn of events.

"Close your eyes...don't look at her...but you must trust me...you must be strong...Can? I won't hurt her...but I got to fight him...so do as I tell you....never let go of your hold..." I looked at the wise man...I did not know whether to believe him or not...for what I saw in his hand...was a weapon I knew that could have a deadly use.

There was no time to react, and I think , that moment was just to surreal.
I closed my eyes..and kept them shut while I heard her heart-wrenching screams...the harsh male voice...that kept alternating...and I think , at one point...I joined in too, screaming at the top of my voice.

I don't know what happened...
Suddenly everything went still, and the wise one shook my shoulder...

"It's over...she's going to be ok..."
I slowly allowed myself to see...There she was...slumped over the chair, but alive because I could see her breathing in and out quite regularly. I looked at my hands...There were deep, long scratch marks, even though I had worn a long sleeve blouse. I knew....I was not dreaming.

Kids...be it the ouija board...or spirit of the coin..or whatever, please, don't play these games...you'll never know what might just come into, or over you.