A Personal Experience By Nathan

Just up the road from my Granny’s house, there is an old factory that was burned down five times in a row and is now called the pit. A few years back, I was taking a stroll with my two friends Gerard and Bryan. It was just getting dark as we walked towards the pit, about to start our daily séance, when something that felt like a warning came down my spine as I stared at the half-burned chimney at the side of the factory.

"Don’t you think it’s kind of late to be flying a kite?" Bryan asked us, pointing to a balloon-shaped figure that came swooping down from the far side of the factory. It certainly wasn’t a kite, because a kite couldn't go through a tree and not get ripped, plus it flew on through the air like a silent plane.

"What the hell was that?” Gerard asked, a bit puzzled. Just then, a few seconds after, about six or seven of the same balloon-like figures again came from the same side that the first one had, which was far away by now. They all followed the same route as the first one except the one at the far end of the bunch. It was heading for me. Bryan started to walk back a bit the same way we had come up the lane, but a few seconds later, he and Gerard ran, looking back and shouting my name.

I personally couldn't hear because of the thoughts going through my mind. I started to shake and walk back the same as Bryan did, but soon I found myself sprinting, trying to get away, the figure approaching faster and faster. Just as soon as the figure was a few inches away, I screamed. I closed my eyes as I felt a very cold blow go right through my body. I opened my eyes, terrified of what I might see. It was pure white; everywhere I looked was pure white. I started to panic. The only thought that came into my head was God. I tried to say the Hail Mary prayer but I couldn't remember the words, so I just asked God to help me.

"Please God, Help me—whatever this is, I don’t want to go," were the words that came out of my mouth. Suddenly the scenery came back, the whiteness started to fade, and I could see the fields and the grass. It all came back to normal. I turned round to the opposite of where I was facing and the balloon-like figure flew away up the fields and through the hedges; the rest followed. We realized that day that we were getting too close to the supernatural edge and never went back to the pit again.