Most of this story, I honestly don't remember and am going by the words of people who were around me at this party.

I was at my friend's house and we were having a party. There was nothing noteworthy about this evening until one of my friends decided it would be fun to have a sceance. Only I agreed to participate and we went upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

We turned off the lights in the bedroom and lit a candle. We had never performed a sceance before, so we were just sort of "faking it" and tried to call someone. After about 15 minutes, we noticed no change in the room and just sat in the dark and talked. All of the sudden, the flame of the candle shot up to about 30 cm tall. Standing straight up in the air with no wind. It was beautiful, but I took that as a sign that someone was in the room with us. The creeping feeling in the pit of my stomach arose.

My friend looked at the candle and said, "That is so cool! Look at that!"

"I don't think we're alone in the room anymore!" was all I said.

"You mean there's a ghost here?" my friend started to panic,

"Turn on the light! Turn on the light."

I stood up and turned on the light. As soon as I switched the light on, I felt a wave of dizziness come over me and that is where I lose all memory.

Apparently (according to witnesses), my friend ran downstairs and I stayed in the bedroom for awhile. When I came down, another friend, Lisa, said I was pale as a sheet. She said, "It was hard to explain, but when I looked at your face, it wasn't your face I was seeing. It was like you were wearing a mask or something." She said I just stood there and stared at the wall for a long time before she said, "Kyla, you alright?"

"What?" I asked breathlessly, "Yeah, I'm fine." Lisa said it didn't even sound like my voice. Thinking I was having a hypoglycemic attack (low blood sugar), she told me to go downstairs and ask our host, John, if he had any candy to get my blood sugar back up.

Lisa said I went all the way down to the basement, came back up, went all the way back up the stairs, ate a chocolate bar and then came back down to the living room. Again, I just stared at the wall.

Lisa was very concerned at this point. She said my eyes were so dialated, all she could see were my pupils. It was like my irises completely disappeared.

"Kyla," she asked again, "Are you sure you're alright?"

I didn't answer. I walked over to the wall I was staring at and slowly slid down it to the floor.

Lisa jumped right up and came to my aid. She helped me into the kitchen and sat me at the table. Everyone at the party was now in the kitchen with us and searching for something non alcoholic for me to drink. Lisa filled a tumbler with Coke and told me to drink it.

This is where my memory returned. I looked up at everyone, unable to breathe or move. I felt completely drained of all my energy. It felt like something was squeezing my wind pipe shut. I didn't even know how I got to the kitchen. All I heard was Lisa telling me to drink my pop, and me not being able to lift a tiny tumbler to my mouth. The glass was too heavy. Lisa had to hold the glass to my mouth and feed me the Coke.

I was terrified. When I could speak, I began to beg Lisa to take me to the hospital. I thought I was dying. I was paralyzed in the chair, I could barely breathe. I thought this was the end of the road for me. Lisa just kept feeding me the pop until, half an hour later, I could finally feed myself. Slowly, my wind pipe seemed to loosen, the dizziness was gone from my head. I just sat there, trying to drink my pop, shaking -- but I wasn't shaking in fear, I was just shaking uncontrollably. About 45 minutes later, the shaking finally stopped and I was back to normal and the party resumed as if nothing happened.

Now I don't know if anything supernatural happened to me or not. All I know is I used to have many hypoglycemic attacks and this did not feel the same (if it was an attack, it was the worst one I ever had!). I don't know if I had an allergic reaction to alcohol or food or what, but once I felt better, I continued eating and drinking the same stuff with no consequences later in the night. I only felt that way after my friend's and myself made an attempt at a sceance. It's all speculation as to what happened to me that night -- but I never want to experience it again!

Kyla

 

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