My childhood home was built on a large farm that spanned 200 acres at one time. The farm itself is gone, but in its place lays the all-American suburb. Growing up there was a bit tough, everyone knows everyone else's business and no one keeps their mouths shut, but there were a few things outside of gossip that were pretty popular, my house being one of them.
I've known about Robert since I was 15. He was all about making his presence known in creative ways (see "My First Experience"), but none was as grand as the day my friends decided to hold a séance in my living room. Please hold all the Ouija-boards-are-bad speeches for the end. I am not advocating their use, however this one isn't a demon, I promise.
Brave as they were, they thought that during the day would be the best time, right after school when my parents weren't there and my cousin would be at my grandmother's so we didn't have to worry about scaring a child. We could just scare ourselves. There were six of us in all; one guy and five girls, and all were ready to see what my best friend and I were talking about. She was the only other witness to his mischief.
We set up the living room coffee table for the board. I went through the house and shut all doors and windows, as well as turned off all fans and lights. I was not about to have someone try to tell me "it's a fan doing that", I knew what was going on in my home. I think I even lit some incense to help soothe the tension in the room. The girls were all giggly and excited, enough that you could feel it.
Everyone finally relaxed and sat down around the table on the floor. The table was a rectangle shape, so some had to sit on their knees to reach. We all took a moment to clear our minds, and then we began.
As soon as we all had our hands on the eye we all felt a buzzing, like a light electrical current coming through it. I attributed it to static, and we just let it be. Then the eye started to move, slowly at first, then picking up a bit of speed.
Ed, the sole male in the room and older brother of one of the girls, decided to ask the first question. "Are you here of your own power?" The eye just kept swirling. I thought that was strange, so I repeated the question. The eye immediately went to yes. I looked at Ed, both of us kind of surprised that he got no response and I did. He asked if the spirit could spell out his or her name (I was not aware of his name at this point) and the eye kept swirling. I shook my head. "I would really appreciate it if you would be respectful of our house guests. I know you can hear us." and the eye immediately went to good bye. We all were a bit confused, so we decided to take a break.
Everyone headed out to the kitchen but Ed and I, we stayed back to discuss. All we could come up with was that he was either jealous or intimidated. Well, as soon as I said intimidated, the picture of me from the school year that was out in the hallway flew off the wall. Still I was not afraid. I remember I actually got angry with him. "I don't know what your problem is, but you really need to quit acting this way, this is not how you really are." Nothing. No sound, no response. All the while the girls were still in the kitchen chatting away about the upcoming prom. Ed and I were starting to put it together. It was me. I was the catalyst. I was the medium, the one he chose, the one he listened to, and no one else would do.
"So what now? I still don't know anything more than I did before you guys got here." I said quietly. Ed suggested I ask the spirit to cooperate politely yet sternly. Who knows, maybe it will work? So I did. Calmly, plainly, gave him the mommy tone and told him to behave. Not in those words, but you know what I mean. Then Ed went and rounded up the girls to give it another go.
This time things got interesting. Information flowed freely from the board, his name, who he was, why he was there, anything we asked he was quick to respond. We found out that he was not trapped, he could go from home to home, but he had to stay in the boundaries of the original farm, as he was a farm hand back in 1887 (if I remember correctly, that may not be the right year). That answered my question as to why he hadn't shown himself before that previous Christmas Eve. I was intrigued, as was everyone else, but before we knew it the garage door started to open, which told us my parents were home. We quickly ended the session, as Robert agreed, and everyone piled into the two cars parked out front and we went to the local diner to talk about everything we learned. As much as we did learn, I have to say, it made us eager to learn more. This would not be our last séance.