My James Dean Adventure, by Scott Michaels
Back in Chicago 1987, I worked with a girl
named Pam. Pam was a very kind
person, who was frankly, obsessed with James Dean.
Most dismissed her as crazier than a bag of hangers, and admittedly I did
occasionally too, but I enjoyed listening to her stories of traveling to
Fairmount, and meeting other Dean fans. In
any conversation, Pam would find some way to turn the subject to Jimmy.
It could be exhausting, but at times quite compelling.
Especially when started mentioning that she used a Ouija board.
We arrived back at Jimmy�s tombstone and
Pam brought out the board. I�ve
never been on a Ouija board seriously in my life, so I was anxious to give it a
shot. It was now 9:40pm. Pam started again, �Hi Jimmy!�
While in contact with a celebrity spirit, the planchet on the board will
rotate in a figure 8 while awaiting another question. HI YO YO AND SCOTT came the reply. I said, �nice family.�
THANKS. Then I made some
sort of remark about his family being annoyed with us, or me. SCOTT I LIKE YOU. I
DON�T KNOW WHY YOU EVER DOUBTED IT DON�T BE PARANOID WITH ME NO REASON TO
BE, came those oh so comforting words. Pam
says, �Will you come?� MAYBE I
WILL. �Why maybe?� NEED YOUR
CONCENTRATE Seconds later, a motorcycle pulled into the cemetery.
Scared shitless, I put the Ouija board into
the grocery bag that Pam carried it in, and ditched it behind Jimmy�s
tombstone. This was probably the
scariest moment in my real life. Sitting
here in the dark, waiting for James Dean to show up and in pulls a motorcycle.
It weaved its way through the tiny cemetery until it came to a stop
directly behind us, with the light smack in my face so I was completely blinded.
A figure in black dismantled, and I can�t say I was relieved that it
was not James Dean. Some man in
black, late 40�s, grayish hair, grayish beard, and head to toe in black
leather. �What are you kids doing
here?� asked the smiling stranger. �Just
hanging out� was our reply.
He mentioned that he just came to say goodnight to his brother, and patted Jimmy�s tombstone affectionately. Then he walked around to the other side of the stone, and found the bag. He picked it up, removed the Ouija board, and asked what we used it for. Pam replied, �We talk to Jimmy on it.� Groan�
�You DON�T talk to Jimmy on this, you talk to LUCIFER! �Jimmy is seated at the RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER, and THIS
is the DEVIL�S TOOL!� as he spat on the ground.
He went on a rant about the Bible, Satan and that lot, it was all very
disturbing. Pam sat there listening
and I was preparing to shit myself, when he looked at me and asked, �What do
you think of all this?� �Well,
truthfully I replied, �I�m a little freaked out right now.�
�You are freaked out now? Wait.�
He sat down on rock in front of me and placed the Ouija board on his
knees, and balanced it on mine. He
then put his fingertips on the planchet and told me to do the same.
�You wanna get freaked out? I�ll
freak you out.� �Um� no.
Thanks.� I grabbed Pam and
we mumbled goodbye and took off for the 5-hour journey back home.