The room is changing. The wall are peeling... This is happening as I live and type. The very thought of it makes my eyes water, my skin tighten, my throat close. I cannot type much of this, for it is in the store room next to this one. I never did fear much, but now I know what fear truly is, what it truly amounts to.
Three days ago I used a Ouija board by myself in the upstairs store room next to my own, separated only by a door. I sat myself down, grabbed up the classically carved Ouija board I bought at a yard sale last weekend, and used a rather dirty shot-glass to pertain to the use of letter/symbol matching. I began speaking quietly, as one would do by themselves doing something incredibly creepy. It's hard to do something like this by yourself, for the mind is one to plays tricks on it's own accord. This was and is not the case.
"Are there any spirits among only I?"
Y E S
This revelation startled me quite a lot, seeing as how I was always under the assumption that two people must be touching a Ouija board to formulate anything relevant/channel spiritual energy. Not the case at all, in the reality of things. Continuing on, and not without a dry gulp or two, I would ask, "How many spirits reside among me now?"
A pause, strange, distinct clatter from the other room, then,
N O S O U L
Truly, I must have been pulling my own leg, crafting imagination to suit my fancies, push at the boundaries of my fear. But something was wrong. "What does that mean?" I questioned, now whispering.
S O U L L E S S
B L A C K S O U L
At this point, the room would spin, my vision becoming blurred. I was crying, my eyes watering up and spilling over, huge globs of tears. I felt sad, alone, more miserable then I ever had felt.
"Who are you? Reveal your name." I could only whimper.
C R N O B O G
A smell, nauseating, like how dead corpses smell of cinnamon and old carny food, began to brand itself in the open air. Something was truly among me.
I felt warmth creep on my pant leg. I was urinating my pants, uncontrollably. Vision blurring, panicking now, I began to see something in the corner of the room, vivid, blackness.
I ran from the room, giving up all ambition to continue this madness, leaving my house completely. I abandoned the Ouija board before properly closing.
Now I know it is fully within the room, I am certain. I have been in the room only one more time, and the walls are peeling, turning yellowed and stained, the carpet growing moist. The Ouija board is in the corner of the room, and it is so cold where the negative energy seems to be coming from that the walls are sweating with condensation.
I've put Kosher salt along the door line, and it actually seems to be keeping all activity centralized to the store room. Please, if there is anyone that can help, anyone with solutions, I'd like to take care of this myself before putting any others in jeopardy.
Please in God's name help me.
Sent in by Matthew Colvard, Copyright 2010