My story takes place on a humid summer night in Ohio. My closest friend Jessica, her boy-friend, my date and I, escaped the city to enjoy a drive on some back country roads. We would often explore old abandon farm houses. (And honestly, we were respectful of property, we made sure to leave everything as we found it)But one night something decided that it would not leave Jessica and myself as it found us.
It was a beautiful old farm house that sat way back off the road. There was a huge barn that was to the right of the home, a field to the left and some kind of small shed at the rear. We had explored the barn, the house was locked up tight, we sat on a side porch for a while talking before continuing around the back of the house. The shed door was ajar and my date, holding tightly to my hand, pulled me through the door. That's when I left my body.
I remember a strange feeling when I entered, then I could see myself, dirty, with torn clothes, crouched in the corner of the shed. Even though I knew I was standing just inside the doorway, I could see me there in the far left corner. I was flooded with with emotions,the me in the corner and the me just standing there with her mouth agape. I was afraid,terrified, there was something chasing me, hunting me, and I was here hiding. It was like watching a play unfold in front of me. I could feel the sting of the cuts on my face, the pounding of my heart in my chest, the ache in my thighs from running and the stress on my lungs from trying to breath hard, quietly. I could see myself, wide eyed, looking toward the small window up on the wall on my right, afraid that any moment my pursuer would find my hiding spot.
Little did I know, that my best friend Jessica had been hot on my heels when I had stepped through the door. She however ,felt as though she had hit a wall and stumbled back from the impact. It was then she felt angry, savage, out for blood. She knew these were not her emotions and she had no control over their effect on her.
My date,still holding tightly to my hand, not sure why I had stopped abruptly and then gone catatonic, did the only thing he could think of, and pulled me back out the door we had entered. As I was pulled back over the threshold my eyes met Jessica's, I gasped as my heart jumped up into my throat,with her fist still clenched,she took a quick step toward me, and then we were ourselves again.
We said nothing to our dates about what had happened and called it a night. Jessica and I sat on her bed, telling each other what we had experience. She told me that when I stepped out she almost lunged forward to grab me. The intense rage she felt in that moment frightened her, she had wanted to kill me. We cried and hugged each other most of that night.
We never went back to that house, not even curiosity could tempt us. I'm not sure what we experienced or how. I'm not even sure if it's a form of OBE, but it was scary and I'll always wonder what would have happened if we had been there alone, without our dates to break the spell.