After My Brother Died In My Mom's House, My Best Friend And I Decided To Do A Seance To See If We Could Get In Touch With Him! Well, We Sat In The Front Room And Had A Foot Stool In The Middle Of Us And A Family Cross On It, To Hopefully Protect Us, We Were Only 13! We're Sitting There And My Friend Starts Asking If He Is There And To Give Us A Sign! We Heard The Basement Door Open, And Then The Squeaky Dog Gate In The Kitchen Doorway Open Too, We Could Hear Footsteps And Actually Feel Them As Whoever Walked From The Kitchen To Where We Were, {The Reason I Say Whoever, Is Because My Bro Wouldn't Have Done What Happened Next, & I Got The Vibes Of Something Angry!} My Friend Said Again Give Us A Sign And All Of A Sudden, The Cross Flew Across The Room, Which Of Course Startled Us And We Broke Hands, We Turned On The Light, And The Dog Statue We Had Turned With It's Back To Us {Because The Eyes Are So Real Looking And Creepy} And It Was Facing Us, I Jumped Onto The Couch And I Swear On A Bible, I Saw This Fly In Front Of My Face And It Turned Into a Devil Face And Was Gone That Fast! {I Know You're Prob. Thinking "This Chick Is Nuts" I'm Not, And No Insanity Runs Through My Family As Far As I Know. Needless To Say I Have Never Participated In Another Seance. But, Years Later My Mom Sister And Dad Were All Disturbed By Their Boxer Dogs {Every Single One, Would Get Kicked From Behind, One Night I Saw One Of Our Boxers In A Chair, Then The Chair Moved All The Way Across The Floor, U Should Have Seen The Dogs Face! } So, I Feel It May Be The Same Entity We Heard The Night Of The Seance, Whoever It Is Does Not Like Boxer Dogs, Or Because They Were "Big" Dogs!

Writing With Caps For Every Word Makes It Difficult To Read Because It's Like Every Word Is A New Sentence.

Freaky story though!

sorry to hear about your brother.. it's safer not to pursue unnatural ways of contact.. you will dream of him if you have not already.. that is a safe way of contact

It's funny that you say "dream" about him, my brother and I were very close, and when he died I was out of town and very upset I wasn't at home at the time. Well I was laying in bed and then a soft, but bright, light came into my room and then I saw my brother come towards me smiling and sat down on my bed. He looked so beautiful and a "peaceful" feeling enveloped me as I watched him put his hand in mine, I could not feel it per say, but I know what I saw and experienced, and I know it was not a manifestation from grief! He spoke to me in my head and said he is in a better place, and not to worry about him because he is happy and at peace! I feel very fortunate that he came to say goodbye to me, so I know, a lifes' spiritual energy lives on around all of us

Thankx for letting me know that, geez and I thought I was being "creatively different"

Crazy story, Writing in caps is hard to read...

He he I felt mean saying it! But these ouija stories are scary enough and I love reading them!