I'm Karin and I'm 19. I've recently moved into an older home with my best friend and her dog.
The first two weeks we moved in I was visiting family so she was at the house by herself. She called and told me she thought the house was still settling because there's been a lot of noise happening. When I got back I started to notice strange occurrences such as the dog will stand in the middle of the room staring up almost at an adults height and either wag his tail or cower.
I was doing my hair one day and my hair straighteners cord was touching the ground. No one was using water, no toilet, sink etc. and my toilet started overflowing with water. I threw my straightener on the counter and ran to my roommates room and had her see it for herself. I would've been electrocuted if I didn't leave when I did.
Most recently the pictures on my wall begin to shake violently. We've noticed new scratch mark patterns on the bathroom doors, appliances will turn off and on without being touched and I tend to get a pain in my chest like my heart is pounding too hard.
There have been things moving in the house, things have gone missing and end up in different rooms, there's also a shadow that stays in my room that moves things in my closet.
We held a séance with a Ouija Board and asked questions although I'm very against communicating with spirits because activity tends to become more frequent. The answers we got were there are at least 3 spirits in the house, when asked if they were people there was a yes and there was a no. When asked if they wanted to hurt us a candles flame shot up. When asked if they wanted to protect up the opposite sides candle shot up. We asked why they were hostile when men came over it spelled out "rape" we asked who was raped and it moved towards my friend who was. When we asked if we could bring a priest to bless the house it slammed both our hands on "No" when asked why it spelled out "Pain". When asked if it would leave it again slammed our hands on "No" again.
I believe one is a spirit that's been with my roommate and tries to protect her and the other is a malevolent spirit that has been physically harassing myself and her. I've called a priest to come and bless the house and the activity is getting worse.
Any suggestions would help, I know using a Ouija board was stupid but we really wanted answers to what was going on.
Sent in by Karin Larson
Monday, February 25, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Nightmares About A Ouija Board
I started having nightmares about a Ouija board. In the nightmare, I was with my best friend Heidi, and we sat in my room playing the Ouija board, and the indicator started moving, we asked the ghost what its name was, and it told us George. Then I kept having the same dream over and over again, so I decided to buy myself a Ouija board, and that same day I invited Heidi over, we started playing it in my bedroom, and we asked what is your name, the indicator moved telling us its name was George, I started freaking out. I quickly told my friend to move the indicator with me to the goodbye.. and I shut the board.
She was weirded out and asked what was my problem, and I told her about the dreams. We both were scared, in fact very scared. So we decided to go to the church and get the priests blessings. I also got the priest to come and bless the house as well.
After this day I never thought of going near a Ouija board again. So I locked my Ouija in the basement in a locked cupboard. And a year or so later, me and Heidi were in my room talking and chatting on Facebook like normal teenagers do, when the Ouija board appeared on the screen of my laptop out of NO where. I started screaming and smashed the laptop and luckily our parents believed us and took us to see a counselor to talk about our experiences. And not long after we moved out of the house and got the Ouija board destroyed professionally.
Sent in by daynah
She was weirded out and asked what was my problem, and I told her about the dreams. We both were scared, in fact very scared. So we decided to go to the church and get the priests blessings. I also got the priest to come and bless the house as well.
After this day I never thought of going near a Ouija board again. So I locked my Ouija in the basement in a locked cupboard. And a year or so later, me and Heidi were in my room talking and chatting on Facebook like normal teenagers do, when the Ouija board appeared on the screen of my laptop out of NO where. I started screaming and smashed the laptop and luckily our parents believed us and took us to see a counselor to talk about our experiences. And not long after we moved out of the house and got the Ouija board destroyed professionally.
Sent in by daynah
Monday, January 2, 2012
My Paranormal Experiences After Using a Ouija Board
I have always believed in the paranormal, ever since I was very young. I had never had any of my own experiences, but I still believed everything I had heard. It seemed to me there was no way it couldn't be true. Then I had some experiences that made me certain I was right in believing.
In November 2007, my dad died in a car accident. At the time, I was 12, my younger sister was 10, and my baby sister was 10 months old. It came as a shock to us, seeing as my mother had just had my sister. Unfortunately, we still struggle with money issues and things aren't as good and well as they could be.
Shortly after my dad died, in June of 2008 or 2009, my mother and I were out shopping. I saw that there was a Ouija board for sale. It was the last one on the shelf. I had wanted one for so long, and I begged and pleaded until my mother gave in and bought it for me. After we got home, I opened it up and set the board on a table in our living room and I set the oracle piece on the board. A few seconds afterward, me and my mother heard a crashing sound in the adjoining garage. We both walked to the garage and looked inside, and we found my dad's old nascar clock on the ground by the side door that leads to the backyard, next to our ping pong table. It had originally been hanging on the wall up near the ceiling on the other side of the garage. There was no rational explanation for how it would've just came off the wall and flown across the room. I picked it up and examined it, and there were no scratches on it or anything, it had simply stopped working. When I came back inside and went back in the living room, I saw that the oracle piece had moved from it's original place in the center of the board.
A few days after, my mother told me that she was standing on our front porch, holding my baby sister and talking to our neighbor from across the street. It was a perfect summer day, very calm with no wind. She said as she was talking to her, one of our 4 ferns that we have hanging by hooks on our front porch (the one to the far left of her) came off the hook and flew at her. It landed by her feet, and scared her and our neighbor. She still doesn't know why that happened.
A few months later, on Halloween, my 2 friends, Rose and Kailyn, came over to my house. We were all dressed up, and we wanted my mother to take pictures of us. So we stood at the end of my front porch and posed for pictures. My mother took 2 pictures of us. When we went to look at them, we saw the 1st picture was normal. But in the 2nd picture, there was a huge orb floating above our heads. It was gray, with hints of blue and green inside, and it wasn't a perfect circle, it was kind of misshapen. Later that night, we took a picture of my mom's then-boyfriend, Brad, while he was standing in my front yard, and there were little orbs that seemed to be flying past the camera towards his body. We zoomed in on the orbs, and one had a tail on it, like a shooting star, and was flying towards his feet.
A couple of months later, Rose and Kailyn were spending the night. We were in my room, sitting on my bed and talking. The way my room is set up is that I have a TV sitting on my dresser, and my dresser has a big, wide mirror attached to it. In the reflection of my mirror, you can see my bed, and next to my bed on the right side is a closet, and next to that, a bookshelf. We decided to watch a movie, so I put a movie into my DVD player and turned off my bedroom light. As soon as I turned off the light, Rose and Kailyn started screaming, telling me to turn the light back on. When I did, I saw that they were crying and holding each other. I asked them what happened, and they said when I turned my light off, they looked into my mirror and saw a man standing in front of my closet. They described him as a dark figure, whose neck stretched all the way to my ceiling. To this day, they are both still terrified of entering my room.
One day shortly after that, I was sitting in my living room watching TV, and I heard an old woman's voice on the couch next to the one I was sitting on. She said ''Stan.'' The name was very drawn out and it sounded like the voice of someone who had recently lost their voice.
There have been several other incidents, but those are the main ones. Aside from that, I hear footsteps all the time when no one is here but me, I hear whispers, I feel like I am not alone most of the time, even in an empty room, and I have strange dreams. None of this started happening until after my dad died and after I got the Ouija board. Both my mother and my younger sister do not believe in the paranormal, but I am certain that it is the only explanation.
Sent in by Caitlin
In November 2007, my dad died in a car accident. At the time, I was 12, my younger sister was 10, and my baby sister was 10 months old. It came as a shock to us, seeing as my mother had just had my sister. Unfortunately, we still struggle with money issues and things aren't as good and well as they could be.
Shortly after my dad died, in June of 2008 or 2009, my mother and I were out shopping. I saw that there was a Ouija board for sale. It was the last one on the shelf. I had wanted one for so long, and I begged and pleaded until my mother gave in and bought it for me. After we got home, I opened it up and set the board on a table in our living room and I set the oracle piece on the board. A few seconds afterward, me and my mother heard a crashing sound in the adjoining garage. We both walked to the garage and looked inside, and we found my dad's old nascar clock on the ground by the side door that leads to the backyard, next to our ping pong table. It had originally been hanging on the wall up near the ceiling on the other side of the garage. There was no rational explanation for how it would've just came off the wall and flown across the room. I picked it up and examined it, and there were no scratches on it or anything, it had simply stopped working. When I came back inside and went back in the living room, I saw that the oracle piece had moved from it's original place in the center of the board.
A few days after, my mother told me that she was standing on our front porch, holding my baby sister and talking to our neighbor from across the street. It was a perfect summer day, very calm with no wind. She said as she was talking to her, one of our 4 ferns that we have hanging by hooks on our front porch (the one to the far left of her) came off the hook and flew at her. It landed by her feet, and scared her and our neighbor. She still doesn't know why that happened.
A few months later, on Halloween, my 2 friends, Rose and Kailyn, came over to my house. We were all dressed up, and we wanted my mother to take pictures of us. So we stood at the end of my front porch and posed for pictures. My mother took 2 pictures of us. When we went to look at them, we saw the 1st picture was normal. But in the 2nd picture, there was a huge orb floating above our heads. It was gray, with hints of blue and green inside, and it wasn't a perfect circle, it was kind of misshapen. Later that night, we took a picture of my mom's then-boyfriend, Brad, while he was standing in my front yard, and there were little orbs that seemed to be flying past the camera towards his body. We zoomed in on the orbs, and one had a tail on it, like a shooting star, and was flying towards his feet.
A couple of months later, Rose and Kailyn were spending the night. We were in my room, sitting on my bed and talking. The way my room is set up is that I have a TV sitting on my dresser, and my dresser has a big, wide mirror attached to it. In the reflection of my mirror, you can see my bed, and next to my bed on the right side is a closet, and next to that, a bookshelf. We decided to watch a movie, so I put a movie into my DVD player and turned off my bedroom light. As soon as I turned off the light, Rose and Kailyn started screaming, telling me to turn the light back on. When I did, I saw that they were crying and holding each other. I asked them what happened, and they said when I turned my light off, they looked into my mirror and saw a man standing in front of my closet. They described him as a dark figure, whose neck stretched all the way to my ceiling. To this day, they are both still terrified of entering my room.
One day shortly after that, I was sitting in my living room watching TV, and I heard an old woman's voice on the couch next to the one I was sitting on. She said ''Stan.'' The name was very drawn out and it sounded like the voice of someone who had recently lost their voice.
There have been several other incidents, but those are the main ones. Aside from that, I hear footsteps all the time when no one is here but me, I hear whispers, I feel like I am not alone most of the time, even in an empty room, and I have strange dreams. None of this started happening until after my dad died and after I got the Ouija board. Both my mother and my younger sister do not believe in the paranormal, but I am certain that it is the only explanation.
Sent in by Caitlin
Is My Life a Demonic Love Story?
Shivers up my spine, ear drums tortured with the booms, pops, and shrieks which bloom from the night, and objects moving, sometimes even manipulating themselves without any given explanation. These are just some of the experiences I've encountered since the duration of 2011.
All of these hellish events began January of 2011, a few months after moving to care take a house in Yakima, WA. Before the move, I had lived in Oregon. I have seen things all my life, but nothing ever this sinister.
During this month, my step sister and I began to sense something dark, and she received a Ouija board for her birthday, so it seemed like perfect timing to get to the bottom of things. We were wrong.
The whole family sat around the table lit by candlelight, and began using the board. Answers were swift, and we found we were speaking to a six year old girl named Lucy. She had apparently been the child of a family of servants who had once served the owner of the property. This man, who we would later learn went by the name of Holtzinger, raped her mother and then proceeded to kill her because she was pregnant with his child.
The rest of the servants, including Lucy, came down with a disease, and died shortly thereafter.
All of these responses sickened us, but we were glad for the information. However, a dark force came over us then, and the temperature dropped. And we asked who we were speaking to, and it was Holtzinger. He never threatened us, just played mind games. We never used the board at that house again.
After using the board, however, we would hear screams on the property, loud footsteps up and down our wood floored hallway nightly, mumbling outside our bedroom window, and lastly, a night which we would never forget. Some unseen force locked my step sister, our best friend, and me in our room by pushing from he outside of the door whenever we would try to escape. Lights flickered in our room, stuffed animals flew off of our bed, noises were in the walls, and a figure could be seen periodically while we were imprisoned.
Things of lesser importance occurred after that night, but every time they happened the same feeling of dread swept over me.
Last summer, we ended up moving two miles away from that house. Everything appeared ordinary, and the feeling of suffering lifted.
That is until July. It was my dad's turn to have me this last summer, so I stayed at his house with my older brother. One night, at a sleep over with his girlfriends, they created a homemade Ouija board, and persuaded me to try. (Which I now regret).
We began talking to a spirit named Rex, and he said "Kit is a cutie." He then proceeded to explain that he was in love with me, and that he would do anything to have me dead so I could be with him forever. We put the board away swiftly that night.
Nothing paranormal happened for a few weeks until once again, me, my best friend Sammy, and my brother created a Ouija board, this time focusing on what Rex wanted.
Rex began explaining to us through the board that I must die because I am his soul mate, and that he would kill me with "many cuts and scratches." He also went on to say that he would murder my exes, and my current boyfriend to get to me.
A few moments after this was said, A large scratch was dug into my left shoulder, and it keeps reappearing to this day. Once again, we put the board away.
That was the last time I messed with a board, but Sammy continued.
She found out that not only is Rex after me, but a group of spirits (or demons), named Raziekiel, Rey, Matt, Ian, Brendon, and Tyler. However along with this group are Lucy, and a friend of mine and Sammy's who committed suicide in April. These two are trying to protect me it seems.
Now, my friends are being tormented. My brother is plagued with figures, my step sister is feeling dread, Sammy is seeing things move and hearing nails tapping and voices, our friend Kara is having dreams about horrific deeds which are coming true (for example, she dreamt her mom's best friend had a miscarriage and it proceeded to happen), our friend Josephine has a man come into her room at night and mess with her music, and I have a sense that a presence is with me, and have been having dreams myself.
I'm not sure if any of my friends' experiences intertwine with Rex and the crew, but it's very coincidental.
The dreams I have been having however involve me talking to a fortune teller of some sort with raven black hair. She always shows me a card with a white background, two black snakes intertwining, and a number 6 in the upper left-hand corner. I've been told that this means death, but I'm not sure. This dream is reoccurring.
Also, bits and pieces of the first Ouija board my step sister and I used back at the previous house have began showing up on my floor, even though we disposed of it months ago.
And one last thing to add to the mix, my dad's friend once went into our previous house after leaving five minutes before, and found two voodoo dolls lying in the middle of the living room.
I am a young girl, and I do not have much experience with these things. I fear for myself, but I mostly fear for the lives of my friends and family, because I feel as if they've been drug along on this roller coaster. Please comment if you have any insight on the dreams or anything, if you can relate, if you recognize any of the spirits names, anything. Even a stab in the dark, I just need something to hold on to.
Sent in by Kit
All of these hellish events began January of 2011, a few months after moving to care take a house in Yakima, WA. Before the move, I had lived in Oregon. I have seen things all my life, but nothing ever this sinister.
During this month, my step sister and I began to sense something dark, and she received a Ouija board for her birthday, so it seemed like perfect timing to get to the bottom of things. We were wrong.
The whole family sat around the table lit by candlelight, and began using the board. Answers were swift, and we found we were speaking to a six year old girl named Lucy. She had apparently been the child of a family of servants who had once served the owner of the property. This man, who we would later learn went by the name of Holtzinger, raped her mother and then proceeded to kill her because she was pregnant with his child.
The rest of the servants, including Lucy, came down with a disease, and died shortly thereafter.
All of these responses sickened us, but we were glad for the information. However, a dark force came over us then, and the temperature dropped. And we asked who we were speaking to, and it was Holtzinger. He never threatened us, just played mind games. We never used the board at that house again.
After using the board, however, we would hear screams on the property, loud footsteps up and down our wood floored hallway nightly, mumbling outside our bedroom window, and lastly, a night which we would never forget. Some unseen force locked my step sister, our best friend, and me in our room by pushing from he outside of the door whenever we would try to escape. Lights flickered in our room, stuffed animals flew off of our bed, noises were in the walls, and a figure could be seen periodically while we were imprisoned.
Things of lesser importance occurred after that night, but every time they happened the same feeling of dread swept over me.
Last summer, we ended up moving two miles away from that house. Everything appeared ordinary, and the feeling of suffering lifted.
That is until July. It was my dad's turn to have me this last summer, so I stayed at his house with my older brother. One night, at a sleep over with his girlfriends, they created a homemade Ouija board, and persuaded me to try. (Which I now regret).
We began talking to a spirit named Rex, and he said "Kit is a cutie." He then proceeded to explain that he was in love with me, and that he would do anything to have me dead so I could be with him forever. We put the board away swiftly that night.
Nothing paranormal happened for a few weeks until once again, me, my best friend Sammy, and my brother created a Ouija board, this time focusing on what Rex wanted.
Rex began explaining to us through the board that I must die because I am his soul mate, and that he would kill me with "many cuts and scratches." He also went on to say that he would murder my exes, and my current boyfriend to get to me.
A few moments after this was said, A large scratch was dug into my left shoulder, and it keeps reappearing to this day. Once again, we put the board away.
That was the last time I messed with a board, but Sammy continued.
She found out that not only is Rex after me, but a group of spirits (or demons), named Raziekiel, Rey, Matt, Ian, Brendon, and Tyler. However along with this group are Lucy, and a friend of mine and Sammy's who committed suicide in April. These two are trying to protect me it seems.
Now, my friends are being tormented. My brother is plagued with figures, my step sister is feeling dread, Sammy is seeing things move and hearing nails tapping and voices, our friend Kara is having dreams about horrific deeds which are coming true (for example, she dreamt her mom's best friend had a miscarriage and it proceeded to happen), our friend Josephine has a man come into her room at night and mess with her music, and I have a sense that a presence is with me, and have been having dreams myself.
I'm not sure if any of my friends' experiences intertwine with Rex and the crew, but it's very coincidental.
The dreams I have been having however involve me talking to a fortune teller of some sort with raven black hair. She always shows me a card with a white background, two black snakes intertwining, and a number 6 in the upper left-hand corner. I've been told that this means death, but I'm not sure. This dream is reoccurring.
Also, bits and pieces of the first Ouija board my step sister and I used back at the previous house have began showing up on my floor, even though we disposed of it months ago.
And one last thing to add to the mix, my dad's friend once went into our previous house after leaving five minutes before, and found two voodoo dolls lying in the middle of the living room.
I am a young girl, and I do not have much experience with these things. I fear for myself, but I mostly fear for the lives of my friends and family, because I feel as if they've been drug along on this roller coaster. Please comment if you have any insight on the dreams or anything, if you can relate, if you recognize any of the spirits names, anything. Even a stab in the dark, I just need something to hold on to.
Sent in by Kit
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My Ghost Story
It all started out innocently enough. I am still taken by strange feelings once in a while, and it might take many years for it to stop, maybe not, I’m not sure. Only time will tell, but I must, I have to tell my story, and let it out of my chest because I still hear the noises that haunt me everywhere I go, and they always come in threes. If I tell my story, it might stop, and give me some peace. I never sit near windows in airplanes, trains, restaurants or offices, though. I avoid windows the most I can--especially at night. I wish the noises would end, but they never do. I wonder if they ever will. I guess that sometimes it’s impossible to stop the river of life.
I had just arrived at Colégio Bennett Girl’s Camp on a Friday afternoon, in the year of 1969. My friends and I had come in a big, white and noisy bus all the way from Rio de Janeiro, and up towards the Alto da Tijuca woods. The bus had parked under an enormous Jake tree. I was immediately enveloped by its long, thick branches and inviting coolness the moment I got off. Strangely enough, I also felt a chill run through my body but I thought it was the excitement in the air, and the idea of being away from my mother’s overbearing presence.
Panela, Katia, Sichel, Baby, Luisa and I met in our cottage room. We had made a special request weeks ago: to be placed together in the same room, or we wouldn’t sign up for girl’s camp. We were best friends. Our school wanted to make ends meet that year, so that wasn’t a problem. We were inseparable, like magnets, stuck to one another, and we had no secrets ... until that weekend. We unpacked, folded our clothes in the large shelves and got ready for dinner.
While my friends talked and gossiped, I remember looking out of the window for a long time--without knowing that this would be the last time that I would be able to come close to one, and I admired the outside view while I saw my own reflection. I pushed my long, blond hair back, lifted my brown, Ray-Ban sunglasses and peered at my green eyes. A lost sun ray fought through the trees and through the window’s glass which made me close my eyes for a few seconds. I was happy then, and didn’t know it.
After dinner, and right after the Grand Meeting in mess hall, we returned to our room. We wanted to undress and gossip some more in our pajamas. The orange yellowish moon grew in size over the dark lake, across from our cottage. My bed was a top one, so I could follow the moon’s lazy walk along the dark sky and see it make its way through the shiny stars. I also observed the growing signs of fog crawling over the cat tails alongside the long lake, and I thought of goblins and gnomes, fairies and leprechauns dancing, playing, flying and searching for pots of gold under big mushrooms. Would rainbows be seen tomorrow? I needed better days in my life.
“Christina! Stop daydreaming. Look what I brought!” Panela said while removing something from her red duffel bag.
“What, Panela?”
“Stop calling me Panela. My name is P-a-m-e-l-a.”
“No can do. Panela it is. Just as Consuelo is Baby and Christine is Sichel. I am the only Christina in this group. I am the Captain, remember!”
“Yes, Captain, my Captain!” Pillows landed on my head, and we giggled and laughed until tears rolled down our cheeks. They sat on the red carpet around Panela and curiously looked at the package. Panela unwrapped it slowly. Heads touched while I tried to see what was lying in front of them, mysterious and dark--staring at us with hungry eyes. My heart missed a beat.
“An Ouija board! Panela, you brought an Ouija board to girl’s camp?”
“Why, yes. Why not? I thought it would be fun.”
“Panela ... you know how I feel about these things ... you know that I 'feel' strange things besides, this is not a toy ... there are dangers involved with the playing of the spirits.”
“Oh, come on, Christina. Let’s give it a try!” Baby said while her eyes were glued to the letters and numbers imprinted on the strange board. She stretched out her hand but she was scared to touch it; it looked awake.
“Please”, Luisa asked, touching the board. “Let’s play.”
“Come on”, Sichel and Katia pleaded, pushing me towards the floor and forcing me to sit on a pillow. They gathered around me, caressing my hair and massaging my shoulders. “Please.”
“Okay, okay, okay, but only this time because it’s a downright--bad mojo.”
“Why?” Sichel asked.
“Because ... a spirit board is a point of connection with the 'other side', the dark side, that’s why. It’s dangerous to communicate with the ... dead.”
“But that’s why I brought it. You are a Medium. You know ‘things’. You see ‘things’. It will be fun, besides, we are protected--you’re here. You are the strongest. You once said--and I remember it so well--that the Gods only tested the strongest, remember?. So, that's that.” Panela insisted.
“Well ... alright, but we stop when I say so, hear me?”
We sat on the carpet forming a circle; the Ouija board in the center. We heard the branches scratch the roof, and we laughed nervously. The room was cold, probably because of the high ceiling, stone and timber floors, and the open spaces. Luiza had a coughing attack, and Sichel started to giggle. I looked at them, angrily. No one dared talk, not anymore, not until I started. I took a deep breath. I looked outside of the window. It was becoming darkly overcast.
I stood up. I turned off the one light bulb hanging from the ceiling after lighting a vanilla scented candle I had brought with me. I sat among them again while they followed all my moves with nervous eyes. I stared at the Ouija board in that old cottage in the middle of the woods, and wondered why I was doing this. I didn’t know why--but I went ahead. While listening to the sound of rain, to my friend’s deep breathing, and to the creaking floorboards, I finally said:
“I am here, asking permission to the mysterious planes, to the higher levels, to the good spirits and to all the elements around and above to allow us to enter the spiritual world. Ouija board ... we ask you: is anybody out there, listening to me--to us? Is anybody out there who wishes to communicate with us, tell us something or send a message? Do come in peace.”
“Is anybody out there who wants to ask something?”
“Is anyone there? Answer me.”
“Is there a spirit out there that needs help?”
Suddenly ... the pointer moved a tiny bit, shaking the board--causing an electric shock on our fingers--making us scream and jump from the pillows. Rain started to fall over the roof and pour down the cottage. We came closer to one another; not daring to move away from the Ouija board. It attracted us like magnet; eerie and full of mysterious symbols, scary.
“Is anyone out there?”
The pointer moved again, slowly, from the letter y to e, then to the letter s and spelled out the word Y-E-S.
“Panela, don’t cheat!”, Katia said, blushing with anger.
“I am not cheating, I swear”, Panela said nervously.
“Then who … is doing this?”, Luiza asked.
“I’m scared”, Baby whispered.
"Me too", Sichel moaned.
“Who’s there?” I demanded. I needed answer to this dilemma, but I should have stopped then.
I-A-M, the pointer slowly spelled.
“Who--who are you?” I asked.
L-B.
“Where--are you from, L. B.?” I asked, curious.
F-R-O-M-T-H-E-L-A-K-E, the pointer spoke from the board.
“Panela... I swear, if this is you...”, Sichel whispered.
“I am NOT doing this! I swear! Is it YOU, Christina?”
“Of course NOT! This IS happening. I know ... I feel it. It’s a sad presence, hovering over us. I mean it. It’s … maybe ... evil but I’m not sure; not this time. I wonder why, but it’s wet, heavy, and I want to stop this ... right now!”
N-O, the pointer spelled out, almost flying, from letter to letter; this time, faster. N-O, again.
The branches scratched the roof again. The door shook because of the wind. A dog barked in the distance, or was it a wolf? I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I got goose bumps. Panela and Luiza held my knees and Baby, always independent and tough, looked at me for guidance and help. Sichel’s eyes were wide open. Katia just sat there; lips trembling. I had to understand what was going on, so I insisted.
“Give me a proof, but don’t use the Ouija board.”
Silence. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest. I could hear the raindrops falling over the lake. I could...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We immediately looked at the window. We knew that the knocks had come from the window, but from outside--not inside! We knew this, but outside was … wet, cold, and muddy. Nobody was ... outside ... but the feeling of being stared at from behind us and from the sides was so intense that I had to keep looking around to make sure that nobody was actually there. Was it the rain, the wind? What was it?
Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. Three times.
We screamed and held each other’s heads, forming a compressed Circle of Sisters--a Sisterhood of very scared friends that wouldn’t move one inch, or it would destroy our forces, our innermost strength. We sat there forever--holding each other’s arms, holding our hands until our arms became numb, and our fingers became white. Finally, I took a deep breath once more. I was in charge. I had to know my answers to this puzzle. I should have stopped; prayed. I didn't. The spiritual side of me was my destruction, or was it my courage?
“Was that you, L. B.?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Do it again, if it’s really you, L. B.”, I insisted.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Three times, again … unbelievable.
At this point, we had been staring at the window--six pairs of wide-opened eyes looking at a window full of raindrops rolling down the glass. We knew it was L.B., not anybody or ... anything else. We knew it was a person’s spirit, but not sure it was a good or an evil one. Yet, we were aware that we were in real trouble. We sensed that we had gone too far. A tingle ran up my spine. This was a bizarre nightmare, but as I was leading the séance, I had to do something, but ... what? What? WHAT?
Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. A lightning crossed the dark sky, and not too far from the girl’s camp. Panela, Katia, Luiza, Sichel and Baby looked at me with frightened, begging eyes. “Do something, Christina, please.”
“Spirit, depart. I demand that you leave this place. Depart, L. B. I demand. We want no more to do with you. Depart, NOW and do NOT come back! I command you L. B., in the name of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, GO NOW!”
The pointer jumped in the air, fell heavily on the Ouija board and spelled out the letters N-O. Stillness in the air. I heard Sichel moan. Baby gasped and Luiza cursed. Panela covered her mouth with trembling hands. The pointer moved furiously, and--very slowly, spelled out the letters H-E-L-P-M-E. Tears rolled down my eyes, and I felt as if I was drowning, gasping for air. I started to tremble violently then I stopped. I was pushed forward, but ... by whom? Panela jumped up and hit my back with her hands, and shook me. I was shivering. Katia was crying. I was crying. “Christina, you look ... blue! Breathe! Please, breathe!”, Panela said, shacking me violently. “Breathe!” I did, deeply, greedily. My chest ached, and I coughed loudly … my body felt cold and numb.
The rain was still coming down, and in droves. I looked at my friend’s pale faces and stretched my hands out to them. They immediately held mine and we formed a little human mass of shacking bodies. I lifted my head upwards and spoke to the air, to the room, to the ghosts and spirits around us. “I demand, L.B. that you leave us, leave me and this place ... NOW! Go in peace. Let us be. We--I cannot help you, L. B., and I demand, go now! Be in peace.” I closed the “meeting” with 7 prayers, asking the spirits to bless the room and protect us from evil, and from the unknown.
A chilling gush of wind rushed its way around the room, moving through our hair and through our hearts, but we just stood there, strong and fierce in our determination; one thought, one mind, one presence. Silence. No more noises, no more knocks.
I blew the candle off. I turned the light on. I stood up and urged Panela to immediately collect the spirit board and the pointer, wrap and throw them in the duffel bag. We watched her do this in silence. Baby opened the door. Katia grabbed the bag and threw it outside. It landed on a puddle of water and mud, splashing dirt on the steps of the cottage. Sichel slammed the door. Luiza, pale and trembling, gasped; eyes wide open. Quietly, as if they had read my mind, we rearranged the pillows on the carpet, put some covers on the floor, lied down, covered one another with the blankets and fell asleep, without uttering one single word; holding our hands.
When I woke up my blood froze in my veins. The duffel bag, wet and muddy, was inside the room--challenging us with its unwanted presence. I screamed, waking my friends up--horrified by my wild cry. We sat there; staring. Sichel, who was always the last one to make up her mind, put her jeans, jacket and tennis shoes on and looked at us. We did the same. After we were ready, we grabbed the duffel bag, making sure that each one held part of its material and straps. Panela opened the door. We walked down the stairs together, stepping on the wet grass and walking towards the big garbage can, near the mess hall. We threw it into the can, and it fell inside it with a loud thud. We turned away, never looking back. Another dog barked in the distance, and birds scattered over the trees, unsettled by the noise. It was very early in the morning. No one saw us. We never said a word. Panela never claimed the duffel bag. We never checked to see if it was still there. We never talked about it; never again.
The duffel bag was never seen after that nor were we disturbed by noises, chills or shadows in the darkness of the room. Each day went by without disturbances, and by the end of the next week we had forgotten all about the event. Still, sometimes, we would read each other’s troubled expressions. I put the event in the darkest corner of my mind.
My father and my uncle picked me up at girl’s camp. I wasn’t surprised to see that my mother hadn’t come. I confess that I envied Panela, Katia, Sichel, Luiza and Baby while I saw them leave with their parents, after we hugged. Some families were so complicated. Why was mine, too? Why me? Life could be so boring. My life needed to change.
While I sat in the back seat of the car, I wondered about the steps I needed to take in my life in order to follow my path. I needed somehow, someway, to change my life soon, or I’d be doomed to be like my mother. I needed a force to start and overcome the fears of my future. I needed to seek to be better than I was, or simply accept my destiny; understand the world. I was still young--I had a life ahead of me; great expectations. I had once read that the world has a soul and that anyone capable of understanding that soul could understand the language of all things. Endless horizons... What would be of me in this universe? My whole body was overcome by a genuine sadness, like a virus. I felt heavy.
I saw the dark woods in the distance from inside the car. I noticed a deeper, distant part of the lake somehow untouched by daylight. I wondered how deep it was. Endless possibilities ahead for me ... but first I needed to see ahead of myself. All energy and all knowledge came from the same unknown source but we didn’t always notice them. Why not? Which crossroads should I follow? I was so--cold. I coughed. My throat felt tight. I had to think about my future. I needed to train my eyes as they were made to see more than one thought. It was so cold inside the car. I was trembling. Was I courageous enough to find my life's answers? The really important meetings were planned by our souls long before our bodies met and ...
My thoughts stopped when I noticed the window fogging up, as if hot breath had been blown on the glass, next to where I was sitting; while the car sped on the endless highway. I wanted to close my eyes, and escape, but I already knew what was coming. I had felt the presence. I just sat there ... waiting for the inevitable. As I watched with fear, an invisible finger slowly, and carefully drew two large letters in the dripping moisture that had formed; right from outside the cold window … L. B. ... and then ...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sent in by Christina E. Daltro, Copyright 2011
I had just arrived at Colégio Bennett Girl’s Camp on a Friday afternoon, in the year of 1969. My friends and I had come in a big, white and noisy bus all the way from Rio de Janeiro, and up towards the Alto da Tijuca woods. The bus had parked under an enormous Jake tree. I was immediately enveloped by its long, thick branches and inviting coolness the moment I got off. Strangely enough, I also felt a chill run through my body but I thought it was the excitement in the air, and the idea of being away from my mother’s overbearing presence.
Panela, Katia, Sichel, Baby, Luisa and I met in our cottage room. We had made a special request weeks ago: to be placed together in the same room, or we wouldn’t sign up for girl’s camp. We were best friends. Our school wanted to make ends meet that year, so that wasn’t a problem. We were inseparable, like magnets, stuck to one another, and we had no secrets ... until that weekend. We unpacked, folded our clothes in the large shelves and got ready for dinner.
While my friends talked and gossiped, I remember looking out of the window for a long time--without knowing that this would be the last time that I would be able to come close to one, and I admired the outside view while I saw my own reflection. I pushed my long, blond hair back, lifted my brown, Ray-Ban sunglasses and peered at my green eyes. A lost sun ray fought through the trees and through the window’s glass which made me close my eyes for a few seconds. I was happy then, and didn’t know it.
After dinner, and right after the Grand Meeting in mess hall, we returned to our room. We wanted to undress and gossip some more in our pajamas. The orange yellowish moon grew in size over the dark lake, across from our cottage. My bed was a top one, so I could follow the moon’s lazy walk along the dark sky and see it make its way through the shiny stars. I also observed the growing signs of fog crawling over the cat tails alongside the long lake, and I thought of goblins and gnomes, fairies and leprechauns dancing, playing, flying and searching for pots of gold under big mushrooms. Would rainbows be seen tomorrow? I needed better days in my life.
“Christina! Stop daydreaming. Look what I brought!” Panela said while removing something from her red duffel bag.
“What, Panela?”
“Stop calling me Panela. My name is P-a-m-e-l-a.”
“No can do. Panela it is. Just as Consuelo is Baby and Christine is Sichel. I am the only Christina in this group. I am the Captain, remember!”
“Yes, Captain, my Captain!” Pillows landed on my head, and we giggled and laughed until tears rolled down our cheeks. They sat on the red carpet around Panela and curiously looked at the package. Panela unwrapped it slowly. Heads touched while I tried to see what was lying in front of them, mysterious and dark--staring at us with hungry eyes. My heart missed a beat.
“An Ouija board! Panela, you brought an Ouija board to girl’s camp?”
“Why, yes. Why not? I thought it would be fun.”
“Panela ... you know how I feel about these things ... you know that I 'feel' strange things besides, this is not a toy ... there are dangers involved with the playing of the spirits.”
“Oh, come on, Christina. Let’s give it a try!” Baby said while her eyes were glued to the letters and numbers imprinted on the strange board. She stretched out her hand but she was scared to touch it; it looked awake.
“Please”, Luisa asked, touching the board. “Let’s play.”
“Come on”, Sichel and Katia pleaded, pushing me towards the floor and forcing me to sit on a pillow. They gathered around me, caressing my hair and massaging my shoulders. “Please.”
“Okay, okay, okay, but only this time because it’s a downright--bad mojo.”
“Why?” Sichel asked.
“Because ... a spirit board is a point of connection with the 'other side', the dark side, that’s why. It’s dangerous to communicate with the ... dead.”
“But that’s why I brought it. You are a Medium. You know ‘things’. You see ‘things’. It will be fun, besides, we are protected--you’re here. You are the strongest. You once said--and I remember it so well--that the Gods only tested the strongest, remember?. So, that's that.” Panela insisted.
“Well ... alright, but we stop when I say so, hear me?”
We sat on the carpet forming a circle; the Ouija board in the center. We heard the branches scratch the roof, and we laughed nervously. The room was cold, probably because of the high ceiling, stone and timber floors, and the open spaces. Luiza had a coughing attack, and Sichel started to giggle. I looked at them, angrily. No one dared talk, not anymore, not until I started. I took a deep breath. I looked outside of the window. It was becoming darkly overcast.
I stood up. I turned off the one light bulb hanging from the ceiling after lighting a vanilla scented candle I had brought with me. I sat among them again while they followed all my moves with nervous eyes. I stared at the Ouija board in that old cottage in the middle of the woods, and wondered why I was doing this. I didn’t know why--but I went ahead. While listening to the sound of rain, to my friend’s deep breathing, and to the creaking floorboards, I finally said:
“I am here, asking permission to the mysterious planes, to the higher levels, to the good spirits and to all the elements around and above to allow us to enter the spiritual world. Ouija board ... we ask you: is anybody out there, listening to me--to us? Is anybody out there who wishes to communicate with us, tell us something or send a message? Do come in peace.”
“Is anybody out there who wants to ask something?”
“Is anyone there? Answer me.”
“Is there a spirit out there that needs help?”
Suddenly ... the pointer moved a tiny bit, shaking the board--causing an electric shock on our fingers--making us scream and jump from the pillows. Rain started to fall over the roof and pour down the cottage. We came closer to one another; not daring to move away from the Ouija board. It attracted us like magnet; eerie and full of mysterious symbols, scary.
“Is anyone out there?”
The pointer moved again, slowly, from the letter y to e, then to the letter s and spelled out the word Y-E-S.
“Panela, don’t cheat!”, Katia said, blushing with anger.
“I am not cheating, I swear”, Panela said nervously.
“Then who … is doing this?”, Luiza asked.
“I’m scared”, Baby whispered.
"Me too", Sichel moaned.
“Who’s there?” I demanded. I needed answer to this dilemma, but I should have stopped then.
I-A-M, the pointer slowly spelled.
“Who--who are you?” I asked.
L-B.
“Where--are you from, L. B.?” I asked, curious.
F-R-O-M-T-H-E-L-A-K-E, the pointer spoke from the board.
“Panela... I swear, if this is you...”, Sichel whispered.
“I am NOT doing this! I swear! Is it YOU, Christina?”
“Of course NOT! This IS happening. I know ... I feel it. It’s a sad presence, hovering over us. I mean it. It’s … maybe ... evil but I’m not sure; not this time. I wonder why, but it’s wet, heavy, and I want to stop this ... right now!”
N-O, the pointer spelled out, almost flying, from letter to letter; this time, faster. N-O, again.
The branches scratched the roof again. The door shook because of the wind. A dog barked in the distance, or was it a wolf? I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I got goose bumps. Panela and Luiza held my knees and Baby, always independent and tough, looked at me for guidance and help. Sichel’s eyes were wide open. Katia just sat there; lips trembling. I had to understand what was going on, so I insisted.
“Give me a proof, but don’t use the Ouija board.”
Silence. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest. I could hear the raindrops falling over the lake. I could...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We immediately looked at the window. We knew that the knocks had come from the window, but from outside--not inside! We knew this, but outside was … wet, cold, and muddy. Nobody was ... outside ... but the feeling of being stared at from behind us and from the sides was so intense that I had to keep looking around to make sure that nobody was actually there. Was it the rain, the wind? What was it?
Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. Three times.
We screamed and held each other’s heads, forming a compressed Circle of Sisters--a Sisterhood of very scared friends that wouldn’t move one inch, or it would destroy our forces, our innermost strength. We sat there forever--holding each other’s arms, holding our hands until our arms became numb, and our fingers became white. Finally, I took a deep breath once more. I was in charge. I had to know my answers to this puzzle. I should have stopped; prayed. I didn't. The spiritual side of me was my destruction, or was it my courage?
“Was that you, L. B.?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Do it again, if it’s really you, L. B.”, I insisted.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Three times, again … unbelievable.
At this point, we had been staring at the window--six pairs of wide-opened eyes looking at a window full of raindrops rolling down the glass. We knew it was L.B., not anybody or ... anything else. We knew it was a person’s spirit, but not sure it was a good or an evil one. Yet, we were aware that we were in real trouble. We sensed that we had gone too far. A tingle ran up my spine. This was a bizarre nightmare, but as I was leading the séance, I had to do something, but ... what? What? WHAT?
Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. A lightning crossed the dark sky, and not too far from the girl’s camp. Panela, Katia, Luiza, Sichel and Baby looked at me with frightened, begging eyes. “Do something, Christina, please.”
“Spirit, depart. I demand that you leave this place. Depart, L. B. I demand. We want no more to do with you. Depart, NOW and do NOT come back! I command you L. B., in the name of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, GO NOW!”
The pointer jumped in the air, fell heavily on the Ouija board and spelled out the letters N-O. Stillness in the air. I heard Sichel moan. Baby gasped and Luiza cursed. Panela covered her mouth with trembling hands. The pointer moved furiously, and--very slowly, spelled out the letters H-E-L-P-M-E. Tears rolled down my eyes, and I felt as if I was drowning, gasping for air. I started to tremble violently then I stopped. I was pushed forward, but ... by whom? Panela jumped up and hit my back with her hands, and shook me. I was shivering. Katia was crying. I was crying. “Christina, you look ... blue! Breathe! Please, breathe!”, Panela said, shacking me violently. “Breathe!” I did, deeply, greedily. My chest ached, and I coughed loudly … my body felt cold and numb.
The rain was still coming down, and in droves. I looked at my friend’s pale faces and stretched my hands out to them. They immediately held mine and we formed a little human mass of shacking bodies. I lifted my head upwards and spoke to the air, to the room, to the ghosts and spirits around us. “I demand, L.B. that you leave us, leave me and this place ... NOW! Go in peace. Let us be. We--I cannot help you, L. B., and I demand, go now! Be in peace.” I closed the “meeting” with 7 prayers, asking the spirits to bless the room and protect us from evil, and from the unknown.
A chilling gush of wind rushed its way around the room, moving through our hair and through our hearts, but we just stood there, strong and fierce in our determination; one thought, one mind, one presence. Silence. No more noises, no more knocks.
I blew the candle off. I turned the light on. I stood up and urged Panela to immediately collect the spirit board and the pointer, wrap and throw them in the duffel bag. We watched her do this in silence. Baby opened the door. Katia grabbed the bag and threw it outside. It landed on a puddle of water and mud, splashing dirt on the steps of the cottage. Sichel slammed the door. Luiza, pale and trembling, gasped; eyes wide open. Quietly, as if they had read my mind, we rearranged the pillows on the carpet, put some covers on the floor, lied down, covered one another with the blankets and fell asleep, without uttering one single word; holding our hands.
When I woke up my blood froze in my veins. The duffel bag, wet and muddy, was inside the room--challenging us with its unwanted presence. I screamed, waking my friends up--horrified by my wild cry. We sat there; staring. Sichel, who was always the last one to make up her mind, put her jeans, jacket and tennis shoes on and looked at us. We did the same. After we were ready, we grabbed the duffel bag, making sure that each one held part of its material and straps. Panela opened the door. We walked down the stairs together, stepping on the wet grass and walking towards the big garbage can, near the mess hall. We threw it into the can, and it fell inside it with a loud thud. We turned away, never looking back. Another dog barked in the distance, and birds scattered over the trees, unsettled by the noise. It was very early in the morning. No one saw us. We never said a word. Panela never claimed the duffel bag. We never checked to see if it was still there. We never talked about it; never again.
The duffel bag was never seen after that nor were we disturbed by noises, chills or shadows in the darkness of the room. Each day went by without disturbances, and by the end of the next week we had forgotten all about the event. Still, sometimes, we would read each other’s troubled expressions. I put the event in the darkest corner of my mind.
My father and my uncle picked me up at girl’s camp. I wasn’t surprised to see that my mother hadn’t come. I confess that I envied Panela, Katia, Sichel, Luiza and Baby while I saw them leave with their parents, after we hugged. Some families were so complicated. Why was mine, too? Why me? Life could be so boring. My life needed to change.
While I sat in the back seat of the car, I wondered about the steps I needed to take in my life in order to follow my path. I needed somehow, someway, to change my life soon, or I’d be doomed to be like my mother. I needed a force to start and overcome the fears of my future. I needed to seek to be better than I was, or simply accept my destiny; understand the world. I was still young--I had a life ahead of me; great expectations. I had once read that the world has a soul and that anyone capable of understanding that soul could understand the language of all things. Endless horizons... What would be of me in this universe? My whole body was overcome by a genuine sadness, like a virus. I felt heavy.
I saw the dark woods in the distance from inside the car. I noticed a deeper, distant part of the lake somehow untouched by daylight. I wondered how deep it was. Endless possibilities ahead for me ... but first I needed to see ahead of myself. All energy and all knowledge came from the same unknown source but we didn’t always notice them. Why not? Which crossroads should I follow? I was so--cold. I coughed. My throat felt tight. I had to think about my future. I needed to train my eyes as they were made to see more than one thought. It was so cold inside the car. I was trembling. Was I courageous enough to find my life's answers? The really important meetings were planned by our souls long before our bodies met and ...
My thoughts stopped when I noticed the window fogging up, as if hot breath had been blown on the glass, next to where I was sitting; while the car sped on the endless highway. I wanted to close my eyes, and escape, but I already knew what was coming. I had felt the presence. I just sat there ... waiting for the inevitable. As I watched with fear, an invisible finger slowly, and carefully drew two large letters in the dripping moisture that had formed; right from outside the cold window … L. B. ... and then ...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sent in by Christina E. Daltro, Copyright 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Zach The Demon
The following story happened to me and a group of friends about a year ago. We haven't spoke of it since, especially not in the apartment where it took place, for fear that it may come back. We also only told a select few people about the experience. We all just wanted to forget it.
My brother Bryan, his roommate Matthew, and myself used an Ouija board at about 4 o'clock in the morning at my house. My parents were out of town and we had just thrown a huge party, so all 3 of us were pretty drunk. We came in contact with spirit named Josh who said he had died of cancer. Coincidentally, a friend of my brother's name josh had died of cancer a few months beforehand.
After this Bryan and Matthew had become very interested in using the board even more, and about a week later they had their own board in their apartment. They came in contact with a spirit named Zach, who acted like an immature teenager, but was friendly at the same time. Zach liked to joke around, and said things like "Matthew's girlfriend gave him a disease," and "Matthew was ugly". Zach seemed very attached to Matthew, and when asked about it, he said that he thought Matthew was funny and liked him.
The board sucked them in. Bryan and Matthew continued talking to Zach over the course of the next few days. Matthew even called out of work to stay home and talk to Zach. On one particular night Zach told my brother and Matthew to be "careful", and when asked why, the board spelt out "P-O-L-I-C-E". That night, the police came to my house looking for my brother, for a reason that was settled shortly after.
After that incident my brother and Matthew told me about the board, and every thing it had said to them since they started using it. I became interested and wanted to see what this "Zach" thing was about, so that night me and my friend David went to my brother's apartment to use the board with them. We tried to come in contact with Zach, but had no luck. I took my hands off of the planchette, and as soon as I did it started to move, and Zach started speaking. Bryan asked if Zach wasn't talking to us because of me, and it said "Yes", so instead of participating, I watched and wrote down every thing that Zach said.
The conversation started normal, and my brother thanked Zach for warning him about the cops. After about 10 minutes though, the atmosphere completely changed. The planchette kept on moving back and forth between "M" and "A". We told the board to stop and it did, but shortly after it started counting down from 10. Before it could reach 1 Matthew angrily yelled "stop!" and it did. Then it spelled out "Always so scared" and the planchette began rotating in circles, and then started going back and forth between "M" and "A" again. We asked to end the session and it said "no" the first time, but when we said it again the planchette moved to GOODBYE.
Now I know, we should have stopped there, but we didn't. We opened the board back up and asked for Zach again. When the planchette moved to HELLO, we asked if the spirit was Zach and it said "yes". We asked "What were we just talking to?" The planchette stayed still for a few seconds, but then started The "M" "A" thing again. We yelled "Stop!", and then Bryan asked to speak to the gatekeeper. The planchette moved to HELLO, and Bryan again asked "What was that thing we were just speaking to? Was it a demon?" The planchette started counting down from 10 again, and after we stopped it, it started the "M" "A" yet again.
This time it stopped on its own, and began saying very mean things like "F**K You" and started calling Bryan names. When my brother asked why it was calling him names it said "God watches over you". My brother is an atheist, so he asked if the spirit was angry because he doesn't believe in God, and it said "yes". This made Bryan extremely angry, and he started asking the board even more questions, but we stopped him and eventually ended the session.
Bryan didn't feel comfortable in the apartment, so he and David came back to my house, while Matthew decided to stay for the night. Bryan went to sleep in the guest room as soon as we got back, but David and I stayed awake in my room for a few more hours. We started talking about how weird the night had been, and traded opinions on what we thought the spirit was. In the middle of the conversation my bedroom door slammed shut. No one else in the house was awake, and there was no draft, so it was impossible for the door to slam on its own.
The next morning while I was taking my brother back to the apartment he told me about dreams he had the night before. He said in his dream, he saw faces. Each face was screaming, with blood coming from their eyes. He said he then saw a woman cut her wrists, and then slit her own throat. When we got back to his apartment Matthew was gone, so Bryan called him and figured out that he eventually did leave the night before. When he got to the apartment he told us how he tried getting to sleep, but felt a strong presence in the room with him. He said it felt like there was a crowd of people surrounding his bed, watching him, so he left the apartment and went to his parent's house. While laying in bed at his parent's house, Matthew told us he saw a shadow standing in the bathroom watching him.
Needless to say, we were all pretty freaked out. We broke the board into 7 pieces and threw it into the dumpster outside of the apartment. David, who is catholic, also talked to a priest and had him come to the apartment to bless it. Afterwards, David also put a bible in each room.
Ever since, we have still had weird, unexplainable things happen to each of us. Although they are not necessarily scary, and happen only once every blue moon. To this day I still think that something could have possibly stuck with us after the breaking of the board, and the blessing.
I know their is no possible way of me proving that these things happened, but they did. And please, even if you don't believe my story, never mess with an Ouija board, or try contacting the dead. I use to be extremely interested and curious about it, but now I regret ever touching the thing.
Sent in by Robert
My brother Bryan, his roommate Matthew, and myself used an Ouija board at about 4 o'clock in the morning at my house. My parents were out of town and we had just thrown a huge party, so all 3 of us were pretty drunk. We came in contact with spirit named Josh who said he had died of cancer. Coincidentally, a friend of my brother's name josh had died of cancer a few months beforehand.
After this Bryan and Matthew had become very interested in using the board even more, and about a week later they had their own board in their apartment. They came in contact with a spirit named Zach, who acted like an immature teenager, but was friendly at the same time. Zach liked to joke around, and said things like "Matthew's girlfriend gave him a disease," and "Matthew was ugly". Zach seemed very attached to Matthew, and when asked about it, he said that he thought Matthew was funny and liked him.
The board sucked them in. Bryan and Matthew continued talking to Zach over the course of the next few days. Matthew even called out of work to stay home and talk to Zach. On one particular night Zach told my brother and Matthew to be "careful", and when asked why, the board spelt out "P-O-L-I-C-E". That night, the police came to my house looking for my brother, for a reason that was settled shortly after.
After that incident my brother and Matthew told me about the board, and every thing it had said to them since they started using it. I became interested and wanted to see what this "Zach" thing was about, so that night me and my friend David went to my brother's apartment to use the board with them. We tried to come in contact with Zach, but had no luck. I took my hands off of the planchette, and as soon as I did it started to move, and Zach started speaking. Bryan asked if Zach wasn't talking to us because of me, and it said "Yes", so instead of participating, I watched and wrote down every thing that Zach said.
The conversation started normal, and my brother thanked Zach for warning him about the cops. After about 10 minutes though, the atmosphere completely changed. The planchette kept on moving back and forth between "M" and "A". We told the board to stop and it did, but shortly after it started counting down from 10. Before it could reach 1 Matthew angrily yelled "stop!" and it did. Then it spelled out "Always so scared" and the planchette began rotating in circles, and then started going back and forth between "M" and "A" again. We asked to end the session and it said "no" the first time, but when we said it again the planchette moved to GOODBYE.
Now I know, we should have stopped there, but we didn't. We opened the board back up and asked for Zach again. When the planchette moved to HELLO, we asked if the spirit was Zach and it said "yes". We asked "What were we just talking to?" The planchette stayed still for a few seconds, but then started The "M" "A" thing again. We yelled "Stop!", and then Bryan asked to speak to the gatekeeper. The planchette moved to HELLO, and Bryan again asked "What was that thing we were just speaking to? Was it a demon?" The planchette started counting down from 10 again, and after we stopped it, it started the "M" "A" yet again.
This time it stopped on its own, and began saying very mean things like "F**K You" and started calling Bryan names. When my brother asked why it was calling him names it said "God watches over you". My brother is an atheist, so he asked if the spirit was angry because he doesn't believe in God, and it said "yes". This made Bryan extremely angry, and he started asking the board even more questions, but we stopped him and eventually ended the session.
Bryan didn't feel comfortable in the apartment, so he and David came back to my house, while Matthew decided to stay for the night. Bryan went to sleep in the guest room as soon as we got back, but David and I stayed awake in my room for a few more hours. We started talking about how weird the night had been, and traded opinions on what we thought the spirit was. In the middle of the conversation my bedroom door slammed shut. No one else in the house was awake, and there was no draft, so it was impossible for the door to slam on its own.
The next morning while I was taking my brother back to the apartment he told me about dreams he had the night before. He said in his dream, he saw faces. Each face was screaming, with blood coming from their eyes. He said he then saw a woman cut her wrists, and then slit her own throat. When we got back to his apartment Matthew was gone, so Bryan called him and figured out that he eventually did leave the night before. When he got to the apartment he told us how he tried getting to sleep, but felt a strong presence in the room with him. He said it felt like there was a crowd of people surrounding his bed, watching him, so he left the apartment and went to his parent's house. While laying in bed at his parent's house, Matthew told us he saw a shadow standing in the bathroom watching him.
Needless to say, we were all pretty freaked out. We broke the board into 7 pieces and threw it into the dumpster outside of the apartment. David, who is catholic, also talked to a priest and had him come to the apartment to bless it. Afterwards, David also put a bible in each room.
Ever since, we have still had weird, unexplainable things happen to each of us. Although they are not necessarily scary, and happen only once every blue moon. To this day I still think that something could have possibly stuck with us after the breaking of the board, and the blessing.
I know their is no possible way of me proving that these things happened, but they did. And please, even if you don't believe my story, never mess with an Ouija board, or try contacting the dead. I use to be extremely interested and curious about it, but now I regret ever touching the thing.
Sent in by Robert
Friday, December 2, 2011
My Real Ouija Board Experience
Hi, my name is Jennifer. I used to play with the Ouija board and will never play it again. Me, my best friend, and her sister started watching these Ouija videos. We were a bit scared, but we still wanted to try it out to see if it really works. We made our own board and printed out instructions. We started asking if anyone was here. There was no answer. We stopped after trying about 27 times. We then found out that there was a Buddha in the drawer. So we decided to try it outside at the back of the house. It worked, a little bit. First we talked to a demon called David. We asked him many questions, like how he died, and if he was a good spirit. When we tried asking him how old he was. We didn't even have time to finish the question and then he answered '666' we were so shocked that my best friend went to the 'Goodbye' sign without saying anything she ran away. She came back and then we played again. This time it was a girl. Her name was Dara. We asked how old she was. but it was unclear. All we know is that she wrote a 4 and then a 5,6, or 7. We asked her if she was 47, then my best-friend started laughing, and it was not even her laugh! She than rolled over the ground still laughing. Her sister ran away. I was so scared I ran with her. we then went back to see where my best-friend was. We saw her sitting there crying and saying: 'Why did you leave me alone?' We just took the board and the glass cup and walked back together.
A few days after. Her sister came back with a REAL Ouija board this time. It was from Germany. It was so big that we actually started laughing the first time. We weren't allowed at the back of the house anymore so we decided to play on the balcony. When we asked the spirit if anyone was there, it raced to the 'Yes' sign that it fell off the board. We asked if we had better connection from up here. Then it did it again. We spoke to many spirits and found out that there is a master, and that the spirit is inside the board. We also found a way to tickle it, you just have to tap the pointer. Then one spirit's name was Susanne, which was the exact same name my best friend has. We asked how old it was, and for the last name, and how many sisters she has. It was like there is another life. We asked if there was a Jennifer like me and if I was dead. It said I got skinned alive and hung up in a closet. Just like the Smith sisters. Another spirit said that the master wanted to kill Susanne and train her. It said she had a special power, and when we find out what it is they are going to take her. That's why we don't play it anymore. There were also some funny spirits, and cute ones too. One boys name was Daniel, he was 3 years old and died because he fell off the stairs. He said he misses his mom. When we asked him how he died he actually went off the board. Then we figured out that he didn't like to spell. Then there was another boy who said his name is Google. We asked where he came from he said internet. Then we asked what language he talks, he said Wikipedia. After we talked to him we found out that heaven is just like the normal world. And that it has streets and cities and countries. But they don't have the same names. What they actually did was put two real street names together. And that would be a heavenly street. The board said that Ouija wont work for anyone anymore without Susanne for the whole world.
Sent in by Jennifer
A few days after. Her sister came back with a REAL Ouija board this time. It was from Germany. It was so big that we actually started laughing the first time. We weren't allowed at the back of the house anymore so we decided to play on the balcony. When we asked the spirit if anyone was there, it raced to the 'Yes' sign that it fell off the board. We asked if we had better connection from up here. Then it did it again. We spoke to many spirits and found out that there is a master, and that the spirit is inside the board. We also found a way to tickle it, you just have to tap the pointer. Then one spirit's name was Susanne, which was the exact same name my best friend has. We asked how old it was, and for the last name, and how many sisters she has. It was like there is another life. We asked if there was a Jennifer like me and if I was dead. It said I got skinned alive and hung up in a closet. Just like the Smith sisters. Another spirit said that the master wanted to kill Susanne and train her. It said she had a special power, and when we find out what it is they are going to take her. That's why we don't play it anymore. There were also some funny spirits, and cute ones too. One boys name was Daniel, he was 3 years old and died because he fell off the stairs. He said he misses his mom. When we asked him how he died he actually went off the board. Then we figured out that he didn't like to spell. Then there was another boy who said his name is Google. We asked where he came from he said internet. Then we asked what language he talks, he said Wikipedia. After we talked to him we found out that heaven is just like the normal world. And that it has streets and cities and countries. But they don't have the same names. What they actually did was put two real street names together. And that would be a heavenly street. The board said that Ouija wont work for anyone anymore without Susanne for the whole world.
Sent in by Jennifer
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