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Enchanting Voice
Author: Lily Maerou
I remember seeing and hearing many strange things when I was little and even present day. But I'm only going to tell one for now. When I was five, I woke up late in the evening to here a voice saying my name. Totally confused by the new voice I sat up in bed and listened. The voice was male, very soothing and very familiar. However, it was not my father's. I only people in the house that evening were my mother and three baby sisters. So I listened as the man gently said my name. I wasn't nervous or frightened. Eventually he began to call me by my nickname. The sound seemed to be coming from the attic entrance from above my door. I poked my head out the door and staired into the empty dark hall. No one. Then I looked into my parents moonlit bedroom. Only my mother was there (My father was, to put things simply, having and affair, you don't have to post that).
The enchanting voice suddenly stopped. And the house seemed to shake. The deafening noise of a passing train screamed through our home. No one noticed. It was as if they didn't hear it. We live nowhere near train tracks, and where I live we never get earthquakes. That noise startled me, and I lay awake the rest of the night.
Of course the next day, I question my mother, my sisters, and my father. My parents dismissed it as a dream. I can still remember his voice to this day. But it doesn't end there.
In 1996, I was graduating high school (an all girls school which I was forced to go to). There was a decorating/party/sleep over for the grads. One of my friends brought a ouija board. I'd never used one before and was intrigued. At around 10 in the evening, we decided to use it. Around seven of my friends gathered around it and tested the ouija board. It moved very slowly but eventually began to answer only my questions.
I had never, ever, mentioned the story to any of them. But when the board began to describe itself I felt tears rising in my eyes. Not from fear but some unknown recognition. "Remember me." It spelled. "I know you?" I asked. "We met by majik." It spelled. We assumed it meant magic. My friends were utterly confused, but dead silent. "We met years ago ,Bean." It called me by my ridiculous nickname (no one else knew it). My heart was pounding. I wasn't scared and I was overjoyed. To this day I can't understand why. One of my friends started crying. I looked up and saw the others had tears in their eyes. I asked them what was wrong. They didn't know. They just felt sad and happy at the same time. "He told me his name Mammaoro or such (later that evening someone with a great deal of Ouija board experience told me the name meant 'Sacrifice to the Devil') he told me he was always with me."
We were using the Ouija board for hours. Everyone's eyes were riveted to it. People who'd heard what was going on came to see what it said. With every letter he spelled my heart would pound. If I went to lift my hand from the indicator piece I'd get screamed at and begged to replace it by the crowd that had gathered. Eventually it had to stop. I have never been able to use the board to contact him since. He told me he's always with me. I believe that.
Recently, at a summer party, we got to telling these ghost stories of ours. Friends who'd seen the Ouija board ordeal pleaded with me to tell the guests unfamiliar with the story. And again people listened intently with tears in their eyes. I've got a ton of ghost stories that have happened to me. I just felt I should start with this one.
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