This story occurred on a warm summer night in 2000. I was 16 years old at this time. My friend Mike, his friend Matt, my step dad Paulie, and I decided to cast some spells that night. This was the first time I met Matt too. We decided to cast our spell down at the old basketball court that was overgrown and not used for years. It was such a beautiful clear night too.
We went down there and set up. You know, the usual candles. We had the candles set up in a pentagram form. I was to lead our circle in our magical workings. I all of a sudden heard words in my head in a different language that sounded like Latin. So I decided to go with it and I repeated what I heard. The next thing we knew was lightening cracked across the sky. It was so bright it lit up the town.
After that happened, we started to see ghosts everywhere. Anywhere you looked, you would see someone that had passed. About 15 minutes later, there were people"s names appearing in our hands. This was freaking everyone out but me, I was unusually calm.
So whe ended up going back to my house and sitting on my porch. As I stated before, I did not know Matt. When we were sitting on my porch, I was telling Matt about when his grandmother died, what she was wearing when she was buried, where she was buried and how old he was at the time. It freaked him out so bad that he was crying.
Around one o'clock in the morning, Mike was begging me to walk him and Matt to his house (which he lived right next to my house). So I obliged him and walked them across the yard.
I don't know what I said that night, I can't remember it at all. But I suggest that if I remembered it, that no one attempt it that isn't magically strong enough for it.