This is another story, my third in fact. This story goes back to October the 2nd, 2008. I am a support worker and our goal is to help the people I support. One of our goals was to get as many people we support to France. We decided to make up a sponsor form and get people to sign. The agreement for the sponsor form was, if we get enough sponsors, we would go to Liverpool Hope Street and camp out. Now, in Hope Street, there is a huge cathedral. The cathedral has hundreds of grave stones and graves that surround this huge building. Approximately, 11 people turned up to the ghost hunt. One of the people that come was my dad. I was quite surprised that he would come, he's a huge sceptic! So, as we all turned up, we had to set up camp. We had two six man tents and an ice box. We had set up camp, then a so called medium brought a Ouija board. This is what happened...
We where all excited but nervous too. John, (not his real name) the medium said that in order for us to use the Ouija board, we have to be blessed then, we need to know how to open and close the board correctly. John then told us to imagine that we are in a bubble, covered in electricity. Once done, he said "I open this board with peace, love and light. We mean no harm, just want to communicate". As we where all sitting around in the tent, huddled up, we all had a finger on a glass and where asking questions. At first, nothing happened but, everything was about to change!
About 15 minutes into the session, a lady called Tilly came through. We asked if she was related or knew someone who was using the board and the glass moved to yes, we asked who and it moved to my dad. She was friendly and didn't seem to want to hurt anyone. Eventually, she give us her date of birth and that date she died. My dad was gob smacked because Tilly was my dads nan. We had a few more people coming through, some would communicate with us, some would just play games. I remember one spirit spelling out "f*** off" then the glass would spin and spin around the board. We closed the board and later we would use it again. Eventually, things started to get crazy. We could hear walking next to the tent and hear people talking. Nothing was specific, just hearing someone talking. We also remember hearing tapping on the tent too, like someone using a finger and gently tapping, like you would on a table if your bored. We all left the tent to investigate, we didn't see anything but, the air seemed fuzzy. I know it sounds silly but, it felt like as if the air was covered in electricity.
The night moved on and we then decided to walk around all of the graves to see what we could find. I remember seeing white flickers in the corner of my eye, when I would look, nothing would be about. I then remember very clearly, a big white orb floated through me as we where walking back to the tent. My colleague saw it to! He took some photographs and caught about four or five orbs flying about. We all saw a white dog close to a grave stone too, then it disappeared into nothing.
We all retired to the tent, trying to sleep. We where all freaked out and couldn't get a wink. We all agreed that it would be best to go home, so we all packed up and left. This was approximately 06:00. Things only got worse when I get home, things would wake me up, call my name, catching orbs.
I hope you liked my story, I have a follow up to this little spiritual adventure, I will be writing another story soon.