This is a little story I put together, inspired by Amy Hutton's page (http://members.aol.com/AmyHutton/evp.html ). So I thought I'd put it on my page. It's an e-mail to Amy, and I tried to keep it in that formatt.

To: AmyHutton@aol.com
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	WOW. You're page is pretty interesting. I usually don't really look at
the pages I submit to the ring anymore, but you're links to the .rms
"Mommy." and "It Hurts." caught my attention.
    Why?
    Well, last summer I went to a beach house (I came from Hawaii and was
there visiting my familly and friends during the break from school) which
was really old (how old? I couldn't tell you exactly), and we decided to
play with the old Ouija Board. Now, we used the ol' Parker Bros. because my
friend had left his homemade Ouija at... well, Home. But we met with
interesting results. 
	We set up shop in a small room at the far left of the house. It had
one big window at one end which the bunk bed were pressed against and a
back door to the outside that wasn't in use, since it was being held in
place by a piece of rotting wood. Framed pictures of plants lay against
the wall. And we lit a candle to set the mood.
	Well, the first spirit we came in contact with was one of those
spirits that wouldn't give a straight answer. That became old, fast.
	 But then we came in contact with a young boy who had died in the
house. This is where the conection to your page comes in. We talked to
the boy and he kept saying, "Mama Help." and asking us to, "Open the
door." (we assumed it was the old door to the outside, which couldn't
be opened). Being only two of us on the board, both of us unexperianced
at Ouija, we got our friend who actually owned the board to come and try
and get some answers. 
	The boy seemed to have died by falling or being dropped, probably
having had a rib puncture his lung because he said that he couldn't
breathe, and it seemed like he called out to his mom, but she didn't
helped him. It made us (the people in the room) get chills. Not soon
after, he said he was leaving, but left us with one last phrase, "Value
Life." We put the Ouija away after that and never took it back into that
room.
	Well, that's my story. One of the only experiances I've had with a
spirit. 

go back to the collected.

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