Seance at Matt's old house  

Years ago, maybe 15 or more, my brother used to rent a house that was once a funeral home. There were two large rooms on the east side of the house that used to be used for funerals. One was on the first floor and the other was just above it on the second floor. The rooms were wide and very long. It was the second floor room that we decided to use for a seance one night. We had a group of friends there and usually we drink when we get together. That night before we drank alcohol we went up and set up to do the seance. I don't participate in anything like that if I have alcohol on board and I prefer that none of the other participants have drank either.

It's rare that I lead things like this but I did that night. I usually perform what I call a protection circle. I know there are different names for it but that's what I call it. My intent is to protect everyone in the circle and only let positive energies inside. Usually I perform the circle ritual and then let somebody else do the seance. 

After the circle was cast and everyone was inside it and ready, I asked if there was anyone there that wanted to communicate with us. Immediately we could hear banging noises outside of the circle. The room was very dark and we only had candles inside the circle so we couldn't see what was making all the banging noise. There was only one other person in the house outside of the circle and he was downstairs in the kitchen passed out from drinking earlier. as we asked questions the noises continued and some of them sounded really close. We were all looking at each other like holy shit what is going on. My brother started to ask a question. My friend Damon started to speak in a very low voice and said "Shut the fuck up!" It didn't sound like him.

I'm not sure what we were expecting to accomplish because we didn't have any method of communication established. Most people use a medium or OuiJa board but we had nothing like that. Looking back we were not really prepared at all. When we were done listening to all the loud bangs and that one brief "shut the f. up" message we closed the circle and turned the lights on. Damon had no recollection of what he said when we were done. He was someone I trusted like a brother and one of my best friends for many years so I certainly believed him. We went down stairs and found our passed out friend still asleep in a kitchen chair. 

That night I learned that being prepared was very important. I think we did right by not having drunk people participate but we should have thought out the way in which we were to communicate with the spirits or what ever it or they were. I wonder what else we would have learned. I wish my bro still lived there because I'd love to go back and try again.