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

49 comments:

  1. that was fucking scary especially cause someone just knocked on my door...

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    1. Sitting in my dark room reading this as we are about to do one, and currently have lost power to our houses, SOme one knocked on my door now before i do it i may have to change cloths i thank you for this.

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  2. this is very scary especially reading it on a plane when its really dark and late it was about midnoght

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    1. I am very sorry for the burdens that have been placed upon you, and I hope that you will find peace from this evil. I too know what comes from these boards.
      Thank you for sharing your experience,
      Shera

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  4. Oi Chrisy. I hope after telling your story you feel better. Continue praying in Jesus name to give you courage and strenth. Abraxs.

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  5. u spoke like dean when u said bad mojo,neways im really moved by d sadness in ur lyf,spooked 2 . Prax to god for mercy.

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    1. And you sir said what i wanted to say

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    2. Yeah it's too fake, each of you held a piece while you threw it in the can with a loud thud?? Lb? Load bollocks...

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    3. Fake or not, it was still enjoyable to read.

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    4. i agree no need to get angry peoples!

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  7. Ok I can be a little gullible sometimes, well make that most times, but this sounds too dramatic for even I to believe.

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  8. This was so scary I feel so bad for you! Just keep praying to God and he might protect you. Oh and I liked the story!

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  9. I don't believe this story sad if ppl lie like this

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    1. If you don't believe in it, don't read it...

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  10. damn tht was scary.. when my frnds tried it .. nothing happened! it didnt move at all! but i still didnt do it!
    and wouuld never!
    but the awkward thing was tht it didnt work !
    prob cuz they didnt take it seriously but they asked..is anyone here waited 5 mins n nothing happend!
    y do u think tht it didnt work?!

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    1. It probably didn't work because the place that you were at didn't have any spirits lingering.

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  11. Gosh that was scary as hell. Even fake it scared the hell outta me. I've been curious of ouija boards but this taught me not to try it. You should write a book you are amazing at writing!!! :D and good luck if this is real. I believe you but just in case I'll say if it's real. That would make me scarred forever...

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  12. that was scary, but it was fake. if it isnt fake though I pray to God L.B stays the f*** away from me!

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  13. Yeahhhhhhhh good story, you should definitely look into writing books.

    But, without a doubt, it was fake. As long as you understand and admit this, all will be well.

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  14. I think this is real, but it's exaggerated. Playing with Ouija boards is a terrible thing. The one thing that bothers me the most is that people read the stories, call them fake, and say they aren't dangerous. When you have HUNDREDS of people who say "DO NOT DO IT" you don't brush these people off. If anyone ever says something spiritual is dangerous, you listen, whether you believe it or not. Because, you can brush it off when it's their problem, but you can't brush away shit like this when its YOURS.

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  15. the Quija board is def real.this story however is NOT real. she was talking about her life and future and how she is 'captain' lol i have to wonder if she read a version of this in a crappy book and "borrowed" from it,as in plagiarism.it was way to confusing and contradicting to even be a scary FANTASY story.

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  16. If you ever get into writing like a horror book i will defiantly read lol and yes guys its most likely fake but the girl has a great talent with writing!

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  17. I would just like to know what happened next? It all ended in 1969......apparantly since then shes unable to look through windows etc.... so what has happened to her during the last 40 years?
    It is very novel-like, at first I put it down to the fact that this lady is older, and is able to word her emotions/feelings/descriptions in a more meaningful way, but by the time I reached the end, I was disappointed. Be nice to hear her reponses to all of our comments.

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  18. It was true. It really happened, to me, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. No plagiarism. The story is my own. True. Believe me --- true story. I can look out of windows (it took some months) but now, older and wiser, I'm a believer of the unearthly. Thank you for all the positive and negative comments, and remember, if you want to conquer fear, don't sit home and think about it, have nightmares about it, simply got out and get busy, or write about it, as I did.
    L.B. Never showed up again. Do NOT play with Ouija Boards, hear me? Author.

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    1. So if it happened in 69 and for forty years you couldn't windows but now after "some months" you can? What changed? Don't try to pass off fake stories. Some people really do have experiences and you make us all look like liars.

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  19. Mud splashing on the cottage steps.. Its a wooden Ouija board not a concrete paving slab. The whole story seems highly ellaborated. Ouija boards are not the problem, its the persons persona using them. And if you were as knowledgable as you claim, and a (medium) or whatver, you should know never to ask a entity to prove itself, especially outside of the board. I have had no negative responses from USING a Ouija. But from the "story" it sounds as if you were PLAYING. The exited state of mind and others experiencing simmilar or seemingly same makes the whole thing more spooky, and a small ripple of water turns into a tsunami. Not saying you did not have an experience, but I highly doubt it was exactly as read. The thing is the people who write these stories usually end up convincing themselves they are true. Do not take anyones word as gospel. Use a Ouija at your own risk, if you have strange things happen outside the board, I would seek help. Medical before spiritual. Stay safe, stay sane

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  20. OMG what a story I really enjoyed it. What was wrong with youre Mother?

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  21. I'm afraid I have to call bullshit on this one, sorry. This story reads like exactly that, a story. From you and your friends being "Best" friends, to all having little nicknames for each other, to the banter you shared before playing. Any serious story would leave out the corny "Captain, my captain" or whatever that was, it was lame. Check any Stephen King story, they unfold the same way, with a corny line that always makes everyone not just laugh, but laugh until tears come out. That line wasn't funny at all, let alone so funny as to induce tears. Anyways, how did you know such an elaborate opening prayer to start the session being unfamiliar with the board? That was an obvious copy and paste from an occult website, I've seen that exact same prayer before, more than once. It just all unfolds too much like a story, and not a real one. I think I'll submit a story where I have to stay away from lawn sprinklers and garden gnomes for the rest of my life, these people will print anything. Ouija boards are real and it is possible to find real stories, people like you are just wasting everybody's time

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    1. I know what you mean.
      I knew almost immediately that it was a fake as who would describe their apperance and friends in such detail and not as much on the events of the board its self.

      I have not used a ouija board but I do believe it effects and this was fake.

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  22. Fake or not it was a good story! Something the kids would love to hear!

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  23. Fake without a doubt, if anything, horribly exaggerated.
    These are fanfiction levels of writing, if you just told the horror story as it was it could've been good, but all the "deep thinking" and corny friendship was shoehorned and provided absolutely nothing of value.

    You went out of your way to tell the reader about your long hair and green eyes, I'm surprised you didn't describe all your pretty friends in detail too.

    Psychic abilities out of nowhere, what a twist! And you knew all about the ouija board already without any explanation on the matter besides "I'm special". Then you go and throw out your friend's board in the trash, I guess you must be rich.

    I don't understand how anyone would be scared by this, honestly.

    Before I get any "then dunt read it!!1" replies, this is constructive criticism. Please read some actual horror books and keep practicing.

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  24. This is obviously fake but would make a nice horror movie. L.B. my ass. I was more scared watching marley and me

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    1. hahaha....thats funny...but true!!!

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  25. If this did really happen, then you should have just told the story like a normal person, but you had to add all the extra little details to make it seem completely fake... I came on here to read true Ouija board stories and I think you just wasted a large chunk of my time. So thank you :)

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    1. They DID tell the story like a normal person. You were expecting maybe a professional writer here? Its fine to say you dont like a story or even to say that you dont believe it but you gotta be a jerk right?

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  26. Haha... you even wrote copyright at the bottom

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    1. Whats wrong? You never seen that before? :)

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  27. When things come in threes, that's usually associated with demons, because it is said that 3 is the anti-hour. The time when Jesus was hung on the cross. I suggest not to use an Ouija board, because that invites more in.

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  28. i think its FAKE......if you really saw something.....i mean thats fake i mean i believe the ouigi bored thing...but why would it still be bothering you...you kind of said your self..you are a church person....you said you did not have a way of saving yourself...RIGHT...it is fake....why was it only bothering you..when you were the one who was denieing and thinking it was a bad idea...and you ended up doing it..why wasnt it bothering your friends...its only fair...they were the ones who decided it....RIGHT.....obviously its fake...L.B....come on,,thats so stupid...if your going to make a up a story...atleast make up a more realistic name!!!

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  29. Who cares if it was fake? It was enjoyable.

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  30. I think she was just making her experience into a drawn out story to prove her writing abilities. Did they have ray-bans back then?

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  31. True story written as a short story??.. the descriptive writings really help when reading a personal story. write a book! I would buy it! 10/10 x least it wasnt rushed!

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  32. That's creepy do you think I should play with a ouija board because me and my friends are trying to buy one so we can play with it

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  33. Probably not true…(tried too hard) But that said it was enjoyable !thanks for the good spooky story.

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  34. This was a good story. That's all it was. A story. I don't believe it ever happend but it was good. Congrats.

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  35. Christina, chances that L.B person wanted you to help them, its sensed you were psychic and wanted you to solve the mystery surrounded their death justice. Please understand that it was never their intention to scare you, it just wanted you to help them find justice for them and who decided to end their life so short. that lake you mentioned before is where you first picked up that presence and is probably where the body of L.B is buried. I would do some research and try and contact them again with a priest, a psychic and some burning white sage surrounding the house, this will keep away the bad spirits. I too believe that you experienced something that is beyond explanation and this must be resolved. no doubt this presence has tried to intervene before but has never gotten through to anyone like they did with you. please try and have another go.

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  36. I read this 4:40 in the morning holding my ipad under my covers i got scared like hell but thankfully nothing paranormal happened xD

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