About eight years ago, the following incident
happened to my older sister. Before her husband
retired, my sister bought and ran a small pawn shop to
"keep myself busy," as she put it. The man from whom
she bought the store was not very friendly, and had no
business sense, so she was able to obtain it for very
little.
My sister is a very wonderful woman, kind, generous,
warm, very funny, and at times, cynical. With her bright
smile, easiness to deal with, plus a shrewd business
head, within the first year she was making a very good
profit from her small town shop. She became a sort of
"second bank" to local farmers, bailing them out of
many a difficult situation, with discretion and generosity.
Among the people who brought in things on which to
borrow money were poor Mexican migrant workers.
Most of what they brought in was basically not worth
anything, but my sister would trade them for clothing
and shoes, and in the Winter warm clothing scarves,
and so on. She said that used clothing is a low profit
item, and the workers appreciated that she would give
them quite a lot for a few trinkets.. and many times
would give them five or then dollars extra.
Once, a Mexican woman appearing to be in her late
twenties or early thirties came in with a rather large box
of a variety of things, and for once, many of them
seemed to be of some value. The woman was drawn
and thin, and told my sister that her husband had
brought the Devil into their home, and now he could not
work, and she and their three children very often went
without food. Being a compassionate woman, my
sister hallowed the woman to pick out quite a few
clothes and some small toys for her children, then
gave her seventy five dollars to buy food "por los ninos,"
for the children.
Later that day, she started to unpack the goods which
the Mexican woman had brought in, and decided to
even keep a few items for herself. Among them was
what appeared to be a very old Ouija board. Having
heard about them, but never having seen or owned
one, she took it home with her.
That evening, she called her best friend and told her
about her new acquisition. They arranged to meet the
next afternoon, since my sister would be in the shop for
only half a day. My sister cut a triangle out of card
board, painted it tan, and then painted a single eye in
the middle to use as the pointer. After having lunch, my
sister and her friend sat down and made their first effort
to make "contact " with the spirit world. Just when they
were going to give up, things started happening.
First,the words "I am here" were pointed out. My sister
asked, "What is your name?" The answer; "You will
know soon enough." Her friend then asked, "Are you
good or evil?" The chilling answer; "I am what is in you,
what has been in you, and what will be in you. I am
forever." For the next two hours, my sister and her
friend were to be amazed how much the Entity in the
board knew about them. Soon that "knowledge" would
turn ugly.
My sister told me, "For the next three or four days, all we
could do was sit and read the words of that damnable
thing, doing minimum work, not cooking for our families
and became reclusive and secretive." On the fifth day,
her friend said to the Entity, "Does my husband love
me?" It answered, "What do you think?" A bit shaken,
she then asked, "Is he faithful?" The devastating
answer," Bill cheats." Her friend began to shake with
anguish and then asked, "Do I know the woman?" The
terrible answer; "many." Then, the woman asked, in a
mixture of sorrow and rage, "What can I do?" The
pointer moved wildly all around the board, and then
said; "Kill him, then kill them." Almost out of breath, she
asked; "Who should I kill?"
Before there could be answer, my sister stood up,
grabbed the Ouija board and ran to the fireplace in the
family room of her home. As fast as she could, she
built a fire, and when the flames were full and it was
getting hot, she hurled the Ouija board into the flames.
When she got to this point in her story, my sister
became very emotional, and her voice became so full of
terror, that she could barely get out the words: "Little
Brother, when I threw that devilish thing into the
fireplace, the most horrible smoke and stench filled the
room, and as the board was consumed by the flames,
it let out a low growl of fury ,so full of evil and malice that
my friend and I nearly fainted from fear, and clung to
each other until that object from Hell turned into ashes.
I still cannot get it out of my mind, and now I
understand why that poor Mexican woman said to me,
"My husband brought the Devil into our home." I had
done the same thing, and I still suffer from nightmares
from time to time."
My sister's friend's marriage survived, barely, and for a
long time she and my sister did not socialize, not out of
anger, but out of fear.
This is a true story, for my sister is a totally
no-nonsense woman, who for years has had no use for
religion of any kind, and always laughed at tales of the
super natural, ghosts and so on. She told me story
about two years ago, and I firmly believe her!
I myself have had many experiences with evil, and as
time goes on, I hope to tell about them.
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