Game/ritruals

the midnight game

December 23rd 2013, Me(Jake) and my cousin(Tom) were at home alone, my parents and siblings had left for Maryland earlier in the day to visit with our grandparents for Christmas. The plan was for us to join them on Christmas eve. I had to dog sit and my cousin Tom was keeping me company. They had left at roughly 2:00 P.M and by night we were completely bored. we started watching some horror movies and had gotten in the horror movie mood, not scared but excited, its hard to explain the feeling, excited to be scared? so a quick Google search led us to this amazingly simple game. we had everything we needed already at home and we could do it. This was something neither of us believed would work even the tiniest little bit, our plan was to disprove it for science! smart right. Let me describe my house real quick. pretty average 2 story house, 4 bedroom, 2 bath, large basement, and living room.

11:00pm this is to me when our night started. we started to assemble everything we would need in the kitchen. 2 large candles, 2 note cards, a sewing needle, 2 lighters, 2 baggies of salt, and a silver cross on a chain.(which was hung on my sisters door to keep whatever we summoned out if it worked) when we finished collecting all of this we were getting pretty excited and were defiantly no longer bored.

11:58 After writing down our names both me and Tom pricked our fingers and put a dot of blood on our pieces of paper and stepped outside with all our supplies. we placed our bloodied names on the door step and waited for midnight, at 11:59 we knocked on our own door 22 times.

12:00 We walked into my house, lit our candles and commenced the game. it was pretty simple for awhile, walking around pretending we could feel cold spots and basically playing the paranormal investigator. We played this for about an hour before we got bored. I decided I was done playing this dumb game and sat down on the coach with my candle and talked to Tom who was feeling pretty much the same as I was about the game. We managed to talk for maybe 5 minutes. I was looking at Tom and he was looking around when he stopped talking in mid-sentence; his eyes fixed on something; without saying a word I look over to see what he saw. In that doorway was a very BLACK outline, darker than pitch black, blacker than the blackness of the house outline in the darkness. this thing was standing in the doorway to the kitchen leading to the living room. It was almost human but SO much worse, his head was touching the top of the doorway and its shoulder were touching the sides, This thing"s arms were down near were my knees would be if I stood in that doorway. This thing's eyes were the darkest part, It looks like the darkness condensed so far that it created a hole in the world. It looked right at us. ( the only reason I know that this thing was not a figment of my imagination was that when I started describing it Tom finished the description. we ran into my room, which had felt safest the entire night. We did not shut the door, which was against the rules(if you close a door it would know exactly were you were) so we saw this thing pass the door and go down the hallway. As it did this the draft it created blew out my candle, a draft is too kind a word this was a wind. I could not get it to light, I finally lit my candle at the 10 second count. Tom was freaking out about it, and I was desperately praying I did't need to draw a salt circle. If I did Tom would have to venture out alone and I would be left sitting on my own in a circle of salt in the pitch black with no candle and darkness for company. At this point we decided we needed to get downstairs and stay there.

2:30 A.M. We walked quickly but silently down the stairs and huddled in the basement corner near the fireplace. I do not know how we managed it but we somehow managed to create what I can only describe as a bubble of positive energy. during this time we talked about everything we could that would keep the good energy. This was by far the hardest thing I have done, how hard is it to think of good things you might ask, well... The entire time we were downstairs footprints were stomping up and down the stairs, all through the kitchen, and the hallway above us; and every once in awhile we could see a face looking at us from the stairs. So I would say it was pretty damn hard to keep that shield up. we sat down for there for what felt like years and years, the clock on the wall seemed to move wayyy to slow. When 3:33 finally came around the worst part was that my phone suddenly turned on at full volume. I take this as that thing saying goodbye in its own way. We immediately left and booked it out of there and just got in the car and drove till daylight neither of us able to believe what just happened.