“I was asleep, and my eyes suddenly snapped open,” Tom says. “There, at the side of my bed, was the translucent figure of a man. One of his shoulders was lower than the other, his legs slightly bent. He appeared to be trying to break down a door with his shoulder, but instead, his thrust was aimed at a window. Instinctively, I jumped out of bed and took a swing at the figure, my heart pumping loudly in my chest. But the figure was gone, and I stood alone in the center of the room.”
Tom told this experience to a friend at school. The friend said that he knew a psychic who might be able to help. They arranged to come to Tom’s apartment for a séance of sorts. Tom also invited his cousin to attend. When the psychic arrived, he covered the round kitchen table with brown wrapping paper, upon which he drew a star in a circle, surrounded by magical symbols. He explained that the circle was for protection and that no one must let go of the table once the rite began.
The lights were switched off. The psychic began to breathe deeply, and soon he began to speak. Tom’s friend asked questions of the psychic, who spoke in what sounded like odd accents and foreign words. It was chilling. Then the psychic's voice rose in anger, and the table, which they lightly touched with their fingertips rose off the floor and swayed back and forth. In the dark there was a noise that sounded like pebbles being poured from a jar. “My cousin and I were amazed but frightened,” Tom says.
As the psychic continued to scream, the thick brown wrapping paper on the table began to tear with loud rending sounds. Remembering the psychic’s warning, the participants desperately clung to the paper that was under their fingers as they felt it being pulled off the table. “In the background, I could hear furniture moving on the wooden floors,” Tom remembers. “In concert with the psychic, my college friend began to shout, ‘Disperse, disperse!’ At these words the table sank to the floor in a fluttery motion and landed on the floor with a low thud.”
As all breathed heavily, Tom’s friend snapped on the lights. They were astonished to see that all the living room furniture was piled in the center of the room. But Tom was convinced that the spirit he had seen in his room was still present. “It was weeks later,” he says, “after several more séances where things flew through the air, furniture lifted off the floor, and my bedroom door held shut by rope because something in the room pulled with unbelievable strength was trying to get out (and do God knows what) that finally the psychic managed to expel the presence from my apartment. I'll never forget the fright that I experienced.”
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