Last summer, I had a growing urge to try to talk to ghosts. I was 15. I had read that it's safer to have another person with you and I didn't want to do it alone, so I waited until my best friend, X, stayed over.
It was about eight or later when we had run out of stuff to do and I chose to try to contact ghosts. We used the necklace method (using a necklace hanging off a finger that can swing clockwise for yes and counter clockwise for no) and, at first, we didn't get anything.
We had been talking for a while when X suddenly noticed it moving in a circle. We, naively, were excited. We asked it many questions. And we decided that the necklace method wasn't cutting it anymore. So we laid down and we would ask, close eyes and report what we saw.
X was great at seeing the message. Nine times out of ten, I would barely or not at all see the message. Soon, I gave up all together. And I asked the questions and she answered them. The ghost thought of an even... Easier method though. I asked a yes or no question and after a long pause X said no. But it wasn't her voice and she didn't remember speaking. It had seemed to take possession over her body for small time periods.
He, the ghost, said that I had bad blood and something about The One and left. Not a minute after he disappeared, we were visited by something else. Something evil, we couldn't stop shaking. I had never felt so afraid. But it was more than fear, it was a helplessness. Some understanding that even if we couldn't see, feel, or hear it, it could kill us without a pause.
Fast forward to the end of summer, we had been talking to ghosts all summer long. On my urging. One day, I went to sleep over at X's house. Keep in mind, she was the only one to talk these ghosts. We were up in her attic looking out the window when she noted a figure, she called "The Dark Man". She had encounter him an hour earlier when she left her body (supposedly) and saw him.
Things got bad quickly. It went from him on the street, to the attic, to inside X herself. She said she could feel him. He told us that all the ghosts we talked to were him and everything was a lie. We talked and he declared that he was going to erase our memories. I felt a calm at this statement and said, "I will not forget." I was sure.
And I didn't but X did. She still doesn't recall any of these events, only huge gaps of memory.