When we were kids we decided to have a seance in my buddies attic just because it was a big three story spookey looking house overlooking the ocean. Us guys just liked the fact we would get to hold hands with the girls and if they got really scared we may even get a big bear hug. Well after a few building? creaks and moans we heard a childs voice in the back of the room, needless to say it was time to go, we were tripping over each other, guys pushing girls out of the way etc.
We reorganized in the kitchen, in the bright of day things were OK at the kitchen table. After talking of our experience for a few minutes there was a bang from upstairs that made the house shake. We all left in a hurry.
No way we were going to check that out, long story short when my buddy's dad came home he went to the attic and found a pool table that was leaning against the wall had defied gravity and flipped over and fallen on the floor.
That was my last seance.
