I'd like to start by giving you some background
information.
I'm 20, I live in Childwall, Liverpool-I have
spent my entire life here and have never left England. One
day last July I decided to enter a competition I saw in a
magazine to win a trip to America, I never expected to
win, neither did I expect that winning would lead me to a
wonderful country with hellish consequences. I got to
choose which state I wanted to stay in for two weeks, I
chose New York as my best friend lives there.
I met up
with him and he showed me around where he lives,
Forestport. We had met three years ago when he was on
holiday and had visited Liverpool, we bumped into each
other and just clicked. Since he had gone home we talked
online all the time, and were so glad of another chance to
spend some time together. After doing the typical American
things I wanted to do, go to a Baseball game, ride on the
Subway, Visit the Empire State Building and Statue of
Liberty, we were on the way home, back out of the city and
we saw a yard sale. Still having a few bucks in my pocket
I dragged Tommy over and we started browsing. I saw an
Ouija Board, it was fabulous! Let me explain, in America
you can go into a WalMart or Toys R Us and pick up a
Board, in England you CANNOT buy them ANYWHERE! They are
like gold dust or something! I saw the Board, it was hand
made, a thin piece of wood painted an off white/cream
color with black symbols around the edges, and signed in
the bottom left corner was Fericul, something about it
seems familiar to me. I loved it as soon as I saw it.
Tommy wasn't as thrilled. He is a Wiccan and picks up
vibes about things, his vibes for this Board were bad bad
bad! He practically recoiled as I showed it to him, I just
thought he was being melodramatic! I do believe in ghosts
and Magick but having never encountered anything I was
never very scared. Horrid terrifying hauntings didn't
happen where I live, little old Childwall was as safe from
ghosts and ghouls as could be. I was wrong. I bought it
for $50, I asked the lady who was selling it who Fericul
was, she told me she didn't know him, that the Board had
been her mother's and then had been handed down to her
(she wouldn't go into anymore detail, seemed glad to be
getting rid of it.) I could see that it was quite old, at
least 50 years, it was faded, chipped and the planchette
was missing, but that I though gave it character.
Tommy
was reluctant to have it in his house, but since I was
leaving the next day it didn't bother him as long as I
kept is locked in my case. I had no trouble until I got
settles back in my place, I missed Tommy and America but
was glad to be back home. After sleeping for an entire day
due to jet lag! I invited my other best friend Mark over
to have a look at the Board and maybe try it out.
He loved
it as much as I did, we both enjoy reading ghosts stories,
horror movies and all things paranormal. We decided to use
a little glass as a pointer and cleared our minds ready to
use the Board. After asking "Is there anybody there?" a
few times we got an answer, a rather unceremonious jerk
toward YES. I asked what the spirit's name was, FERICUL.
We were excited as we seemed to contact the Board's maker.
All of a sudden Mark's face dropped. "Fericul" he
whispered, I asked him what was wrong and he pointed at
the name on the board, "Concentrate on it" he said. Oh
Crud (I cleaned up the phrase I actually said!) Why didn't
I see it before?! Stupid Buffy! I'm usually so good at
word jumbles. Fericul - Lucifer. I thought 'Great, a spook
with an ego!' I didn't believe it was The Devil, even if
he did exists, he would have more important things to do
then channel through my board!. The glass started moving
again, YOU HAVE SET ME FREE. "What do you mean?" I asked
it. The glass flew out of our hands, smashing against the
wall. We just sat there for a long time, staring at the
wall where the glass had hit. After about ten minutes we
came to our senses. Mark told me it wasn't a good idea to
keep the board. I was a little spooked but decided I
wasn't about to let some spirit with a swelled head get to
me, so it could smash a glass, Patrick Swayze did more
then that in Ghost! For me jokes have always been a kind
of defence mechanism when I'm scared, jokes make me feel
at ease, even if no one else finds them funny! Mark left
soon after the glass smashed, he helped me sweep it up
though.
I stayed up a little longer watching TV and then
decided to go to bed. When I go to sleep I have to have a
CD playing as silence bugs me, so I pressed play and
repeat and sunk into bed. I woke up at exactly midnight,
strange as I usually sleep right through til morning, I'm
a heavy sleeper and am usually only woken by the phone or
my alarm. I was evidently woken by what can only be
described as a whooshing noise, like great wings
fluttering. I flicked on my lamp and the noise stopped
instantly. I was left in silence for about a minute before
I realised that my music had stopped. I thought first of
all that I must have forgotten to press repeat so I threw
the covers off and crawled to the end of my bed, I froze
when I saw the CD lid open. I have only a snake as a pet,
so no cat to jump on the player, and I like alone so no
one to open it. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I
brushed it off, closed the lid and pressed play and repeat
again. I lay awake for a long time, I know the CD repeated
a few times, I was just thinking about taking something to
help me get back to sleep when the CD cut out and I heard
a click. My hand went to me lamp in a flash, so fast that
I saw the lid of the player swing the last half way open.
I can honestly say that I'd had all the sleep I would be
getting that night! I got up and decided to see if I could
contact Fericul and see if it was him doing this. I barely
had my fingers on a new glass when it started to make
loops on the board. "Did you open my CD player?"
YES "Why?" TO GET YOUR ATTENTION "Why do you want my
attention?" TO SCARE YOU "Why do you want to scare me?" SO
I CAN BE FREE "You are only free when you are scaring
someone?" YES "Are you attached to this Board, where ever
the Board goes, you go?" YES "I am getting rid of the
board tomorrow, you will go too." NO "But you have to."
NOT IF I SPILL "Spill what?" YOUR BLOOD WILL SET ME
FREE "If you hurt me I will get a Priest to send you out
of this house and banish you to hell." YOUR BLOOD WILL BE
SPILLED BY MORNING THEN YOU ARE MINE "What do you mean?"
AFTER I HAVE TASTED YOUR BLOOD I SHALL KILL YOU AND TAKE
YOUR SOUL TO HELL. With that I shoved the glass to Goodbye
and locked it in a cabinet that I keep figurines I
collect. I ran up to bed and sat shaking with nerves.
After maybe an hour I heard scraping coming from
downstairs, like the sound of the glass moving across the
Board, only amplified. I grabbed a crucifix I have hanging
on the wall and slowly crept downstairs. The noise was
coming from my living room and stopped as soon as I set
foot on the last step. I eased into the room. At first
glance nothing seemed wrong, however when I went to check
the board I saw a sight that terrified me, all the little
figures of animals ans children on the shelf with the
Board were all turned so that they faced away from the
Board, as though they were scared of looking at it. My
blood ran cold, I started backing away from it but tripped
on something. I stumbled backward until I hit the wall,
something piercing my side causing me to scream out. I
moved from the wall and fell to the floor. I tugged my t-
shirt up and looked at my left side, there was a piece of
blue glass sticking in my side, I pulled it out and
realised that it was a piece of the glass me and Mark had
been using on the board, but we had cleaned it all up and
would have seen a piece sticking in the wall. All of a
sudden something struck me it the back, like a kick, I
screamed out but a rain of blows fell all over me, I
screamed and cried, trying to grab onto my invisible
attacker but found no purchase. I soon fell unconscious
with the furious pain of the attack.
I woke up in hospital
three days later. Mark was sitting by my bed with my mum
and brother. I told them to go and get something to eat.
When they had gone I told Mark what had happened, it was
all clear in my mind. Mark informed me that he had heard
my screams through the wall (he lives next door) and had
used his spare key to get in, he found me bloody and
bruised and phoned an ambulance and the police. I asked
him to go and get rid of the Board, burn it for all I
cared, he left.
I felt like I had been reborn into a body
made up entirely of pain, everywhere was on fire and I
could barely move. A nurse came with an injection to help
with the pain and I fell asleep. When I awoke a doctor was
talking to my family, he told me that I had a broken
collar bone and wrists, several cracked and bruised ribs
and what appeared to be whip marks on my back. He asked me
if it was OK if the police asked me a few questions. Two
officers came in, they asked me if I knew what had
happened? If someone had broken in? Or if I had opened the
door to a stranger? I said I didn't remember anything.
They left a card and told me to phone if I remembered
anything.
Mark came back later that night and told me the
board had been burned. I was in hospital for another week
before I could get about on my own, I got a lot of help
from friends and family and I am fully recovered now.
You'd
think that experience would have put me off the paranormal
for life, but it hasn't! Mark and I go off to cemeteries
at night and visit haunted castles, and love it! But no
more Ouija Boards for me! Also Tommy did tell me, though
rather half-heartedly "I told you so!"
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