A Visit from a Friend

When I was 13, I lost a friend whom I had known since I was 6. About 6 months after he died a group of friends got together and decided to do a séance and try to talk to him. After a while of letters being pointed at, we believed we were communicating with him.

We asked where he was within the room and wherever he said we took photos.

Once they were developed we were all freaked out as you could see a white cloudy hand print on several photos on people’s shoulders.

After a few days we were mucking around at home taking silly photos at my house.

On one of them you see a white moving figure going across the room.

Story contributed by: Samantha




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