A Ouija Board I Can Never Let Go

The following is all true, no lies I promise you. I'm still stuck, and you'll see what I mean.

About two weeks ago my mom bought a Ouija board offline. This was before she knew anything "bad" about it. Well we tried it the next night and I was amazed at how cool it worked. I didn't know that'd be the turning point for me.

The next day I tried it out with one of my friends, then the following day with another friend. Eventually that Friday,  I used it with the same friend (I will call her "Shawna"). Last Friday when I went with some friends to a basketball game, walking up to my house we were followed by this weird dude with a white t shirt and blue jeans and black hair. He walked very strangely... Before I knew it, after my friends left weird things started happening in my RV so I thought it was a ghost. So the next Friday when I was using it with Shawna, we asked the age of the spirit. It spelled out "18" and I was beginning to freak out. We asked if it was a girl or boy... It said boy.

I asked him if it was the guy that followed us last week and was living in my RV since then, and it went to yes. So we then asked if he had any unfinished business and if it had to do with me and Shawna. It said yes, then spelled out bwsw. I asked if those were our initials and it again went to yes. We asked for our ages and it spelled the correct numbers.

Later the spirit said his "unfinished business" was good. We asked who it had to do with. Here is our conversation:
"who does your unfinished business have to do with?"
"c u r t i v"
"do you mean Curtis? (that was a kid in our class who was sorta annoying)"
"yes"
"what does he have to do with your business?"
"h e i s s i v k"
"sick? He is sick?"
"yes"
"if you mean sick as in physically ill go to yes. If you mean sick as in hurting people or being mean go to no."
"no"
"did he hurt you?"
"yes"
"do you want us to hurt him"
"yes." and from there we were scared and confused. We had sat there for an hour and ten minutes and our legs were cramping up. The board tilted off our knees and the planchette started turning different ways, tangling our fingers. It counted down the last 8 or so letters of the alphabet. When we asked to leave it went from the same two letters: k and m back and forth back and forth. We said goodbye and we would try to contact it another day.

My mom began worrying about my mood and how I became more stressed. I told her it wasn't the board but other things. She kept the board from me till Monday. Me and Shawna planned to use it that day. We waited until it got darker so our special 18 year old spirit would be around.

When we were about to, my mom was awake from her daily work nap. She said we were supposed to use it RIGHT after school and for an hour only. But I didn't remember that. So I burst out crying and she was yelling "THE DEVIL HAS GOT YOUR CRINGE!" and I didn't know what she meant. She threatened to send the board back and even burn it. I told her it was the worst thing she could do. I felt like I was dying, like my heart was being taken away from me.

The days following I became very depressed. When I heard my mom sent the Ouija board to someone else, I cried when I was alone. I wished desperately for the spirit to show me a sign it was here. I wrote him a letter too but no reply.

I began thinking I could never let go of the board. It grew so attached to me and it wouldn't let me go. There was some part of me that kept me from helping myself. My friends told me to let go. I would lay in bed, telling myself to let go. And immediately after something else told me, "how could you think that?! You can't forget about the board! How dare you say that!"

I thought I was possessed but deep down I wanted to be. I began wearing a rubber band that I felt like would keep my sad side stuck with me. The demon side I'll call it. Last night, I told myself I never wanted to let the board go and I didn't want to forget it or let anyone make me forget it...

So I cut the word "Ouija" on my arm. I didn't draw blood, I just scratched it on so it was visible and red. I wanted a scar. When I was done I felt satisfied. Those same days I began painting my nails black, tearing all my posters off my walls and putting up words I wrote that said what I felt about the Ouija board.

Then when I told my mom about the cut, she smothered me in sage, shaking my head and saying "all evil spirits go away" and other stuff. She chased me down with a sharpie to write a cross on my arm and back. And I fought back because if there was a spirit, I didn't want it to leave. For some reason I wanted it to stay with me.

But she got away. Now I'm hoping I stay with the spirits. I hope I get another Ouija board. I don't know how long I can move on... I feel like I need the board. I'm obsessed with it!!! I will fight the sage and cross if I have to. I love the Ouija board no matter how evil it is.

Sent in by Becky Weed, Copyright 2011