My name is Blair.
My mother passed away when I was two or so.
Ever since then, all I tried to do is contact her spirit.
I met a lady once who said she could talk to the underworld.
She wasn’t any help because she was too scared that
The evil spirits would talk back instead.
I didn’t listen to her rules because I wanted to talk to my mother so badly.
The most regretful thing I could think of
Was using the Ouija board to communicate with spirits.
All the questions I had stored for the board,
Many anonymous answers were told.
The glass piece moved itself to different letters,
Spelling out words which became my answers.
When I actually thought it was my mom,
I asked her to show her ghost self through the glass piece.
That’s when I knew I wasn’t speaking or seeing
To my mom’s soul anymore.
I got scared that night,
Never told my father, not even my best friend,
Because I knew they wouldn’t understand.
The next few days at home it felt like nothing happened,
But I second-guessed myself right when things started to go wrong.
Possession 12:53 a.m.
At night I can hear creaks above my ceiling.
You could see shadows running across my window.
Things about my normal appearance started to change,
It got really strange when my skin started to turn into purplish colors.
Circles below my eyes started to form,
My voice didn’t even sound the same anymore.
My father took me to the hospital after school,
They didn’t give me any results because they didn’t know.
My father rushed me to our church hoping to find some answers.
The priest took a look at my body,
While asking me questions of what I might have done.
And the priest knew right then what was wrong with me.
In a shaking voice he told us that….
An evil spirit was feeding off my soul, trying to take control.
When it came time to sleep,
I knew then it wasn’t the real Blair anymore.
Waking up every time it hit three o’clock wasn’t normal,
Not knowing if everything was real or just a dream.
Having people tie you down to a chair,
Because you can’t even control your own self was the worst.
Being brought to another world where evil is surrounding you,
Demons and spirits calling your name,
Telling you to stay for a while.
But then I saw light.
Not knowing what it was,
I followed it.
Leading a path to blessedness,
I really hoped it was my mom and the others,
Guiding me to come back to normal life.
While evil spirits still tried to convince me to stay,
The spirits who want to be alive again,
To feel powerful through someone else’s body.
I went on to the path of blessedness,
And when I did, I saw my mom, the person who gave me strength.
She was the one that brought me to the real me again.
Recovery: Day 3
How could I forget
All the bad things that happened that summer?
I knew one thing was real,
I saw my mother.
We connected,
Within the 3 seconds I saw her.
This was one of her signs to tell me that she is okay,
And that she will always be watching over me.
I know I will see her again another day,
But for now I will never forget you mom.
Love, your only daughter, Blair.