Yikes! So many crazy stories - here's one more . ..

I came home from a party one morning at about 9am. I was still going pretty hard and was up in my room when I got the strangest feeling that something was with me and trying to communicate. Being the eternal pessimist, I took a pencil in my non-writing left hand, clutched dagger style put it behind my back with a notepad.

I began to move the pen in circles behind my back - for how long, I’m not sure. But when I turned around to look at what I had drawn . . . I saw nothing but scribble.

But then I looked a little closer and could clearly make out the words . . .

"You have to let go for me to take control . . . "

I can't write a damn thing with my left hand - even out in front of me with it in proper writing position. I wasn't particularly scared. It felt peaceful. Given, I was out of my skull and all and I still don't believe in any paranormal things. But it's the only story I have and I have nothing else to do with it except share it in forums like this . . .