In my late teens, I was very interested in the occult I was trying to find answers to questions that related to life after death. As is common with teenagers, a small group of three of my friends and I decided to ?play? with spirit communication and the method we used was a make shift Ouija. We duly got some paper and wrote A ? Z, 1- 10 and Yes ? No, cut it into pieces corresponding to the numbers, letters and Yes ? No?s and laid them in a circle on a table. The stage was set for us to communicate with the dead.

We placed a glass up turned on the table and all placed one finger on the glass. There were some sniggers as the glass moved ever so slightly. We settled down and got on with the task. We started with the classic question ?is there anyone there? the glass slowly slid over to the word yes. We were quite exited by this movement as well as just a little frightened. The person leading the sitting then asked if there was any one in particular the spirit wanted to talk to, again it moved this time more swiftly to yes, it then slid over to me. At that point in time I didn?t know of any one who had passed so I was slightly bewildered. Then the glass began to spell out something E --- R --- I---C. I only knew of one person called Eric and he was alive but I said his name anyway, ?Eric Farley? at this; the glass moved suddenly to the yes I was still slightly confused but what was spelled out next put everything into clarity the word ?DAUGHTER?

At this point, I think I should explain who Eric is. Eric Farley was my Science teacher at school he also doubled as chief set designer for all the school productions. I had helped him to put together the sets for numerous school productions.

Eric?s daughter and her husband had passed in a car crash a few months earlier and now it all made sense.

The message that came through next stays with me to this day it was a simple ?tell him I love him? the reason for putting this down is, at the time I didn?t feel I could walk up to Eric and relay this story to him. I thought it might have offended him. In later years, I did try to find him but to no avail. It is my hope that by putting this on the internet that finally this message may get to its intended recipient.