You Won't Contact The Dead By Seance-You'll Only Contact Demons
Having A Séance To Contact The Deceased? Seances Will Only Contact Demons.
In March of 1993, my 50-year-old father was hit and killed by a driver of a pick-up truck as he walked down the road. It happened around 8:30 in the evening and the driver stated that he was not able to see my father until it was too late. That was easy to understand at the time. It was dark and the clothing my father had been wearing when he was struck and killed was not light colored or reflective.
At this time, my mother and father had been divorced for about 18 years... so my grandmother, his mother, made all the arrangements. She decided to cremate my father and to have the box containing his ashes interred at the foot of her and my grandfather's burial plots. My grandfather had passed in 1991 at the age of 81.
My father had served in the U.S. Army for a little more than two years during peacetime in the late 1950s, and he was honorably discharged due to a medical condition he developed. For those doing the math right now, my father had obtained a fake ID stating he was a couple of years older-that is why the Army accepted him.
My point: I was astonished that the U.S. Army would even pay for my father's cremation and his headstone well over 30 years later, especially with the discrepancy of his birth date and the fact that he joined the Army with a fake ID, brought to light after his death, but they did.
I and the rest of my family really thought that was awesome of them to do so!
About a week or so after my father's funeral service, my sister and I decided to visit the cemetery and have a séance. At the time I was 29 and my sister was 20. We knew what a liberal, open minded and free spirit of a person our father was, and if we tried to contact him and he was able to answer back, he certainly would.
We drove out to Providence Cemetery and walked over to the burial site of our father and his father. The cemetery at that time was very small, there were only about sixty people buried there. They were obviously relatives of my grandfather and father, because many of the headstones bore our surname of Heird. Many headstones dated births and deaths back to the very late 19th century and early 20th century. As a matter of fact, my grandfather Heird was buried next to his mother.
My sister and I sat down next to where our father's ashes had been interred, clasped our hands together and then proceeded to ask several times for our father to let us know if he was there, to please make contact with us.
About a half hour passed and nothing happened. It was late at night, probably around 11:30 pm by this time. Forget for a moment that it was creepy enough being at a cemetery at night, out in the boonies, but nothing unusual happened. No ghosts, vapor, mists, orbs, animal noises or disembodied voices of any kind. Not even the sound of a breeze, a hoot of an owl or any animal moving about.
As a matter of fact, hindsight always being 20/20, it was too quiet.
We both started to feel foolish and silly. After all, we were both sitting in a cemetery very late at night trying to contact our recently deceased father. I was disappointed however; I wanted to tell my father how much I would miss him and to ask him how he was doing in his new realm, if things were good there, or bad.
My sister and I walked back to my car and drove the 15 miles back to my mother's house. At this time I was staying with my mother because my first husband and I had separated.
It was now well past midnight and both of us were ready to get some sleep. There was no extra bed or an extra bedroom, so I slept on the living room sofa.
As I lay on the sofa in the dark, thinking of my late father and our failed séance, I felt a feather like stroke on my right palm. I was lying on my right side, my right hand just barely laying over the edge of the sofa, palm up, and I know I felt something stroke my palm.
And then it happened again. Unable to contain my excitement, I just knew it was my father letting me know he was right there next to me and that he was communicating to me from the other side. I whispered "dad, is that you?"
No sooner had I said that when the most hideous laughter started. My skin crawled and I felt sheer horror. I sat up on my right elbow, still trying to comprehend what was happening. The hideous, demonic laughter, or I should say the evil entity producing the hideous, demonic laughter was unseen, but I could hear where it was flying around the living room. It now flew up to my right ear and then flew several yards away, the laughter growing dimmer. It now came at me again, just an inch or two away from my right ear, laughing hideously.
It was nothing but evil, mocking, insidious laughter. The horrible laughter never stopped as it came directly at me and then back to flying around in other areas of the living room. There was no odor, no form, no shadows, no lights, nothing. The only sense being subjected to this supernatural evil being was my hearing. It seemed the kind of laughter that perhaps an imp or a sprite would be capable of, because the laughter seemed to come from a very small entity. That is how my hearing interpreted it.
To me this awful laughter was so audible in the living room that I just knew at any time my mother and sister were going to jump up out of their beds and run into the living room to see what the hell was going on. But they never did. This flying laughter had now been going on for well over a minute.
By now, I began to realize that perhaps only I was able to hear it, as this assault continued for at least another 2 minutes. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, ever. Like I had stated, I was 29 years old at that time and had never been diagnosed with any type of mental illness. For a fleeting moment I thought perhaps I had become schizophrenic. I certainly knew I had not been drinking, nor under the influence of any drug, legal or illegal.
But enough of trying to analyze what was wrong with me or what I had or had not ingested, this evil supernatural presence was here and it was real. So I did the only thing I had been taught by my religion to do, and that was to call upon the name of Jesus. And I did.
I closed my eyes, focused on getting spiritual help from Jesus, all the while trying to drown out the demonic laughter. I then whispered about 20 times the name of Jesus and for HIM to please help me. It worked. The horrible laughter stopped and I knew this evil, supernatural entity was gone.
After a few minutes, I then got up and crept over to both bedrooms to check on my mother and sister. Both bedroom doors were open. All I could hear was the normal breathing sounds that people make while asleep. Since they appeared to be ok, I wouldn't wake them. Needless to say, I had a very sleepless night. However, about day break I did fall asleep.
Late the next morning I awoke because I heard my mother and sister in the kitchen. I got up off the sofa and walked into the kitchen to ask both if they heard or saw anything unusual the early morning hours before.
Mom and my sister both answered no and asked "Why?" I told them what happened.
What did they say? Not much. After all, what could any of us say? My sister and I had been foolish enough to hold a séance at a cemetery. My mother told us that we were stupid to have done that, and that she hoped that whatever it was, was really gone for good. Enough said.