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Is It Just With Believers?

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Story type: Ghost
Location: 52 Bristol Ave.  Staten Island, N.Y.
Source: Form Submission

I was young then. Less than 12 years old. Realistically, I didn"t beleive in ghosts. I was just pretending. I had one of those "spell" books for kids to play around with. There was this specific spell that went something like this:

Over this house I cast a spell,
Hocus-pocus watch me well,
Hocus-pocus watch and see,
things as scary as can be.
Hocus-pocus enter the room,.....

The fact that I remember this from over 13 years ago isn"t because I have a good memory, but because of what happened. You see, I was very angry at someone when I said this "harmless" spell, and I even burned the girls picture.

Later that night, something happened, something that I have never been able to explain. In front of my door to my bedroom stood a white shadow. Something that didn"t quite look like a ghost but a miroring image of one. It looked exactly like a white shadow.

It was there for a long time. No matter what I did, from the other side of the room obviously, made it go away. I knew something at that point was not right.

The next day, the girl who made me mad, the one I burned the picture of, came in with a broken arm. Is it just a coincidence? I don"t think so. I may have been young, but there are things people can feel are right. This still to this day feels right. I know that I saw that ghost.

As for the girl.... there is a saying "be carefull what you wish for because it might come true!" The mind heart and soul are very powerful. If used together with the desire, hate, or love I beleive anything is possible.

You never know, maybe it was a small part of my psycic ability. An ability I beleive everyone is born with. It"s just that it doesn"t get used and whithers to uselessness.

Like with many other things in this field (Ouija especially), if you do not know what you are doing, don't mess with it. (sks)