My Supernatural Encounter with the Orange Being

We didn’t want to be all freaked out before we were ready for the contact. Terribly unusual things were not expected to happen because we never had any so far since we started to talk to and contact the other side. We innocently assumed we would be fine. But it only took a person to ask a question or two, the forbidden kinds, to turn the world upside down and inside out. And that person wasn’t me. I didn’t dare to ask questions like “How did you die?” and “What do you want us to do for you?” When the coin was swirling like crazy among the randomly placed letters, my heart skipped a beat. My gut told me that this spelled truth from the other side. The quick-moving pace meant a real spirit was present and it wasn’t totally kind. Unlike the pencil channeling that felt somewhat fake, this one felt unequivocally real and in your face. It was a man, and he commanded our attention. He was desperate to tell us things in a speedy manner. Carol asked, “How did you die?” Suddenly, knee-jerk things started to happen. It must be that they wanted us to be awake with them. Remember, our boom box music was on. Out of the blue, the diva voice was twisted into a lower man’s voice singing in a more stretching-out pace. Suddenly our Chinese songs sounded like an unfamiliar song sung in a different language. It was eerie! Absolutely eerie! It must be the unearthly beings planning to torture us! The impression of the noise reminded me of the prisoners with their shackles banging gently and the chain dragging lightly on the ground as they walked slowly. My body tensed up while lying sideways facing the bedroom door. I was breathing more deeply as I felt the naked truth of the universe as life after death was about to unfold in front of me. I paid attention to every audible sound traveled, up the staircase, past my room, and into the kitchen. The same clanking noise was unchanged. “Why that sound, and what the heck is going on out there? Is he being punished and chained up?” I felt like asking somebody right away. My eyes were suddenly fixated on the five beams of light on the wall I didn’t pay much attention to earlier. Great! More things I had to try to find a rational explanation to yet come short again. Obviously there was no way for four oblong white beams of light about a foot or so long, an inch or so wide, to be projected above the TV. And even more absurd was the single beam of the same kind of light to be by itself at the center of the wall. If that weren’t bizarre enough, here came the climatic peculiarity of the whole experience. The first white beam of light on the left side of the TV was lit up, almost looking like it was overlapping with another white beam on top. As soon as it got brighter, a misty smoke floated out. It got denser and denser, and before I could think of anything,....