This actually happened a couple weeks ago, and I'm still
freaked out by it. The night it happened was just a
regular Thursday night, nothing special about it
whatsoever. Since school has let out for the summer, I had
a friend over to spend the night. We sat up in my room for
a while talking and listening to music, then my friend
asked, "Hey, I saw you have a Ouija board in your closet.
Do you want to play?"
"Sure, I've never gotten it to work anyway," I replied. So
I got up, took the Ouija board from my closet and set it
up on the floor. We lit two candles and set one on each
side of the board, then we shut off the light. My friend
sat at one end and I sat at the other, and we each placed
our fingers on the planchette. The first question we
asked was, "Is anyone there?" and the planchette slowly
made it's way to "yes". After that we asked a few more
questions commonly asked by most Ouija players. It was fun
until my friend started feeling pressure on her forearms,
as if someone were gripping onto them. She was creeped
out, but at the time I thought she was playing me because
I wasn't feeling any pressure. So we switched places and
continued to play. She then asked, "How did my Grandfather
die?" After asking this she revealed to me that she didn't
even know how he died. So we waited for the board to give
us an answer.
After a while I began to feel the pressure on my arms, and
thinking how it might just be the position at the board, I
asked my friend if she still felt it, and she told me she
did. After a few minutes I started to feel a jabbing pain
in my right ankle. I looked up at my friend. "My right
ankle hurts."
She nodded, "Mine too. Is it like a jabbing pain?"
I nodded, "Yes."
We just stared at each other for a moment and then looked
back at the board as the planchette began to move in
circles, but it wasn't really going anywhere in
particular. My friend put her hand to her chest, "I'm
feeling a shortness of breath, are you?"
I shook my head, "No, I'm not. Are you sure it's not
anxiety?"
"No, it feels like my lungs are tightening up. Maybe I'm
feeling what he felt when he died."
"I don't know, maybe."
"I have an idea! Maybe the spirit wants to communicate
through me. Let's ask it!"
"Um, I don't think that's such a great idea..." But before
I could stop her, she'd already asked it the question and
the planchette was moving again.....and it stopped
on 'yes'. That wasn't very comforting.
We were silent for a while, just waiting for the
planchette to move again, and it moved to 'G'. I looked
at her, "'G'what beginning with 'G' could have killed
him?" She didn't answer, just continued staring at the
board, her mouth pressed against her upraised right knee.
So I glanced back down at the board and the planchette
was now on 'U'. I didn't like where this was headed and
told her so, yet she still remained silent. This wasn't
normal for her, but I thought maybe she was just
concentrating so I didn't bug her again until after the
planchette had spelled out 'T', 'T', 'E', 'D'. I put it
all together mentally because we're that smart we didn't
bring paper and a pen to write everything down. "Gutted?"
I looked up at her, a questioning look on my face and saw
a patch of drool absorbing into the knee of her
jeans. "Um, hun, you're drooling all over yourself..."
She started laughing, and the tightness of worry that had
been in my chest started to recede a bit, but I noticed
she still hadn't looked up from the board or changed her
position any. The only part of her that was moving were
her fingers along with the planchette. Then all of a
sudden she started making this weird sound that I really
can't describe, it sounded kind of like she was sucking
air in like she hadn't had it for about five minutes. I
thought she was just joking around, trying to scare me,
until I managed to contort my body enough to see her
facial expression. Her eyes had rolled back into her head,
her eye lids were twitching, and she hadn't stopped making
that sound once. I was getting really freaked out, so I
lifted her hands from the planchette (which they
surprisingly came off from quite easily, as if they hadn't
been touching it at all), placed my hand on her hairline
and said her name while gently pushing her head back. She
snapped out of it. "What happened?" She looked down at her
knee and started laughing, "What is that?"
"You were drooling on yourself...I told you about ten
minutes ago."
"I was not...I was? I don't remember anything. I blacked
out...what did the board spell out?"
"Um...It said he was...gutted..."
She looked at me funny, then said, "Um, I just remembered
how he died..."
"How?"
"He had a heart attack..." (Later we found out that an
autopsy had been performed on one of her grandfathers. Her
mother told us this.)
"I think we should put the board away."
"No, I want to try it again, to see what happens. Please?"
I reluctantly agreed, stupid me.
We moved the board to my
bed, and I placed a candle on my stereo, and was about to
place the other one on my bookshelf when it blew out. I
thought I might have blown it out by accident and set it
back on my candle table, not thinking much of it. So we
continued on with our session by the light of one candle.
I asked how my grandmother died. The planchette moved
to '2' then '1', and proceeded to spell
out 'C', 'O', 'N', 'J', 'E', 'S', 'T' before it stopped.
My friend looked at me, "What does that mean?"
"She died on August 21 of congestive heart failure."
Again we both looked at each other oddly, then she asked
how her grandmother died. The planchette started
moving, 'L', 'U', 'N','G'...she started gasping for breath
again, so I tried what I'd done before only this time it
didn't work. Terrified, not knowing what else to do, I
placed her hands back on the planchette, and she started
falling backward, dragging the planchette off the board
completely. She fell back against my pillows and smacked
her head off the lamp next to my bed, and that brought her
back. "What happened?"
"You did it again...kind of."
"Oh, I guess I did. I blacked out again."
"I really think we should stop...now."
"I don't. Want to see if it will talk through me?"
"Don't ask, it probably will."
"Sweet! Let's try!"
"No!" I grabbed the board and planchette and placed them
on my lap. "I really think we should put this thing
away..."
"Oh, come on...one more time! Please?"
"N.B.. You didn't see what I saw. You don't know how scary
it was, how scared I was! Please, let's just put it away."
She pretended to grab the board from me and put on a
possessed sounding voice, "Give me the board, witch!" I
laughed and so did she. Then she stopped suddenly, opened
her mouth, and a voice, a whisper came from the back of
her throat saying, "I'll hurt you..." but her lips were
perfectly still the entire time.
"What?"
Her eyes rolled back and her eye lids started twitching
again. I said her name and reached out to her, hoping she
would snap out of it. I was really getting freaked out,
and I normally don't scare easily at all. "Amy," she said
it quietly.
"Amy? What? What about Amy?" My best friend's name is Amy,
I was really scared by this point.
She held my hand tightly. "Amy..." She said it tenderly.
"Yes, what about Amy?"
Her face contorted in rage, and her voice came out
sounding like the possessed voice she'd used earlier only
angrier. "AMY!!" She'd turned my hand over, and as she
said this, she dug her nails into the back of my hand and
scratched me down to my knuckles.
"What? Ow! You're hurting me! Stop! Snap out of it!"
She dropped my hand and came back blinking. She stared at
me, "What just happened?"
"You just scratched my hand all to heck, that's what just
happened!"
"WHAT?!" She jumped up off the bed and flicked the light
on, then she inspected my hand. "Oh...my...God...! Yeah, I
think we should definitely put this thing away now!"
Together we packed the board back into its box and stuffed
it in the back of the closet. Before we closed the closet
door she looked in the mirror. I noticed the scar she has
under her right eye was red, when it usually is nothing
but an indent in her skin, and it was standing out more
prominently than usual. I told her this and her eyes grew
wide, she slammed the closet door, and we spent the rest
of the evening downstairs.
Nothing out of the usual has happened since then, but I
have yet to touch the Ouija board again. People may think
that she was just playing with me, but there were times
when she was goofing around about it that night too, and
she couldn't keep it up for 30 seconds without cracking a
smile, and she's also not the type of person who would
scratch someone like that for a joke. (Two weeks later and
the scratches are still there, they're a bit harder to see
now.) I think I'm going to keep my distance from Ouija
boards for a while.
And...I hope no one else repeats our stupid mistake. Never
ask a spirit to communicate through you, because you never
know what could happen.
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