This story is shared as an actual occurrence,
nothing more...and a scary one at that! Let’s go back to
1970...several grade-school aged girls, friends of mine, and
my little sister, ready for some spooky fun...
Now, as anyone who has ever fiddled around with a Ouija
board knows, kids love to “cheat”. My pals were no
exception; we’d always have somebody push the planchette
right over to “Yes” if the question was in regards to that
person’s latest romantic crush, etc.
One evening, we decided to put a stop to this silliness, and
implemented a system that would seemingly make it very
difficult, if not impossible, to cheat.
One person was selected as the “Reader”, who manipulated the
planchette. She was tightly blindfolded, and seated opposite
the “right reading” orientation of the board. The rest of us
were the “Watchers”, assigned to write down what was said,
and the remaining person was the “Questioner”, seated facing
the “Reader”.
It got quiet as we sat in the dimly lit room, the only noise
being the soft, sliding sound of the planchette under the
“Reader’s” fingers. The “Questioner” asked if there were any
spirits about who wished to make “contact”. Nothing happened
at first, but then, the planchette spelled out, letter for
letter, “y”, “e”, “s”. (Note: the planchette did not travel
directly to the completely spelled-out “Yes”, which is
printed on the board.) We didn’t say a thing to the
“Reader”; she didn’t seem to have any trouble spelling
upside down and blindfolded, or so it seemed...had our
little experiment failed, or was something odd starting to
happen?
Next, the “spirit” was asked to identify itself, which it
promptly did, “George Raugh”. “George” went on to spell his
communications with some difficulty, as it appeared he had
minimal education. This was getting very strange. The
messages were becoming more complicated, much more than
someone blindfolded could easily spell upside down! Aside
from murmurs and the scratching of the Watchers’ pencils, no
other sound was heard as “George” continued unburdening
himself with a very sad story.
His whole family, himself included, died rapidly of “a
vomiting fever”. (cholera?) He told of the house growing
cold and dark as he was the last family member left alive,
and he had become very ill. He told of “curtains blowing,
wind tearing them, can’t get up”...won’t anybody come?”
By now, we were getting very nervous and frightened.
Suddenly, the planchette startled us, moving very rapidly
(At this point the blindfolded “Reader” seemed to have lost
control of it completely!) It spelled, “SINNERS STOP THIS,
SINNERS STOP THIS!”
So of course, we did immediately, after bidding “George” a
hasty goodbye. We then discovered that the clear plastic
disc which holds the metal pointer had dislodged itself from
the center of the planchette and had been scratching across
the surface of the board!
We put the board back in the box and never played again.
Sorry, George!
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