May 18 2009
Back From The Dead
When I was twelve years old my cousins invited me to spend the night with them. This was the first time I had ever been invited to stay overnight with them. In the past I would go over and spend an hour or two with them but I always had to leave by supper time.
The cousins were both girls and close to my age. Brenda was my age and Faye was two years older than me. They lived about a half mile from our house so I rode my bike over to their house. I got to their house about 3:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday. I was so excited that I could not be still. Brenda and Faye had already made plans for how we would occupy ourselves that night. First we would have a séance, followed by a movie with popcorn and snacks, and then into bed where we would talk half the night away.
I had no idea what a séance was at that young age. When they explained to me that we would light a candle, hold hands in the near dark, and call on dead people to come join us I was none too happy. Right before the séance a storm blew up. While we sat in the dim room holding hands we could hear the thunder and lighting crashing down around the house. The weather was the perfect setting for a séance. Just as the cousins began to call upon a long dead relative to come back from the grave the front door burst open. Cold rain and dead leaves flew into the room where three stunned girls sat in open mouth horror. When a large dark shape entered the doorway we screamed as one. The shape stopped just inside the door and stomped its feet like a bull about to charge. When the shape asked us what was wrong we realized the monster was just Brenda and Faye’s Dad under a black raincoat. We did not get much sleep that night for every noise and shadow was someone coming back from the dead.
