Personal Narrative: Personal Identity

“Well that’s absolutely fantastic!” There was no one around to hear me scream at myself. I was angry at this stupid seance kit that my friend had gotten for me. It wasn’t working; I had tried everything including throwing it out my bedroom window. But even after a 20 foot fall it didn’t work. I had no more ideas to try so I yelled at it. By now I was fed up with the thing and was only keeping it for revenge.
“Okay, okay. Here we go. Let’s see what we’ve got,” I said to myself. Nobody was home so no one could judge me for the crazy thing that I was about to do. I plugged the seance board into my laptop. Why a seance board had a USB outlet I had no idea, but it did, so I plugged it in. Ironically, the seance board worked. It lit up with a bright blue flash and a loud demonic noise crackled over the speakers.
“Who is it you seek, traveler? Enter a name,” said a loud crackling voice that sounded like it smoked 30 cigarettes a day. It had no discernible gender and scared the life out of me. My screen had started flashing this blood red color and the seance kit had not stopped glowing. When I didn’t move the voice continued. “What are you waiting for? Enter a name, but choose wisely. Names can only come from the future, not the past.”

I don’t know. Obama maybe?” I was startled; I hadn’t expected this kit to work let alone posses my laptop. The voice appeared to not have heard me and a black rectangle appeared on the screen in the middle of the blood red. A cursor was positioned on the far left of the box indicating that it wanted me to type something. My hands shook and seemed to work without my volition and I typed in the first name I could think of: Heidi Olsen. Immediately both the screen and the seance kit went dark. Then, the ouija board went crazy, pointing to different letters rapidly. Suddenly, the demonic noise from before started blaring from the speakers and went quiet within a second. A eerie but familiar voice floated out from the