The story I would like to tell you today is about one of my most recent experiences with an ouija board. The ouija board I used to have before getting rid of it was bought by me, out of curiosity at a school garage sale kind of thing. I bought it for I think a dollar or so... Someone really didn't want this thing. Me, being a person no one could ever scare, bought the darn thing. It was kind of old looking, maybe bought somewhere between the 50s and 90s.
Before the experience I am about to tell you, I have used this thing a couple of times in my own house. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It actually worked! And the longer I used it, the more efficiently it worked, gaining energy maybe? We played it mostly in my basement, where it seemed to work the best. One message I got from it while playing with a friend was "Get out" "Bad things are happening" and then it went to goodbye. As I said before, I used to be unable to be scared. So, I thought nothing of it. While playing in my attic with a friend, we got it to move a pencil, and even touch my friend. It wouldn't touch me for some reason... After all of this I still never felt scared until this one night:
I came home after volleyball practice in October and got ready for my friend Bryanna's birthday party. There were many people there and when most of them left, someone brought up the ouija board. I said I had one and since I only lived down the street, I'd go get it so we could play. So, my one friend walked to and from my house with me to get the board. By the time we got back, only a few people were still there. Guys had to leave at 12 and I was the only one sleeping over since Bryanna was my best friend.
We all went up to Bryannas room. Eventually there were only 4 of us from what I remember. It was two girls, two guys. We lit a candle or two that Bryanna had in her room and sat in a circle. I had to explain to everyone what to do.
Eventually, we all put our hands on the thing that moves, I don't know what it's called. Of course, the boys had to make jokes, and make fun of the board. It seemed to upset whatever was talking to us. The thing started jerking every time the guys started joking about it, seemed to me it was getting stronger every time. I warned the guys that it was getting mad. They started laughing harder, "ooh, what's the ghost going to do?" The thing started moving fast to random letters that I couldn't keep up with. Then it went to goodbye. The guys were stunned, and immediately shut up. I said my "told you so" and moved on.
One spirit we talked to said it was a young boy who killed himself because of being bullied in school for being overweight; kind of unbelievable to me, someone trying to seek our sympathy so we'd keep talking to it. It said it had a crush on Bryanna and also said some pretty inappropriate things. I don't remember really any other people we talked to at this point. It was time for the boys to leave so we said our goodbyes and Bryanna and I went back upstairs.
We wanted to talk to one more spirit before we went to bed. So we sat down and then called her mom in to show her how cool this thing was. It wouldn't work. I said maybe it's not working because she's not playing with us. Her mom said "I'm not touching that thing" and then left the room. So we said whatever and played alone.
The thing started jerking slightly in all directions. I remember saying something like, "I know you're here, what is your name?" It jerked again "what's your name?" and again, "Hello. What's your name?"
At this moment I looked up at Bryanna's stomach and was wondering why she was breathing so heavy. I started to slowly look up and almost said, "Bryanna are you okay" but it never came out. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell over the board onto my lap. I was stunned. I didn't know how many seconds I was just sitting there in disbelief and confusion. I then picked her up by her shoulders and shook her. "Bryanna, Bryanna are you okay?" she wouldn't wake up.
I shook her again and again and then she opened her eyes really wide and then flung herself at me. I stood up as soon as she opened her eyes and she grabbed my legs. She held me down until I somehow got out of her grip and then in the blink of an eye she had my arm! I tried to shake her off and as soon as I got to the end of the door way to the hallway, she let go and kneeled at the end of the doorway as I ran down the hallway screaming like a maniac. I stood at the top of the stairs not knowing what to do and her mom eventually came upstairs while in the meantime Bryanna let out this, weird devilish scream and ran down the hallway. I knew she was kind of normal again because her eyes were different and her mom was there asking us what happened. We told her and then she told us to put everything away and try to calm down. We went in her room again and cleaned up while her mom got ready for bed.
Bryanna stopped in her room and just stared at me. I said "Bryanna!" Still staring, I screamed "Bryanna!" She shook her head and said what. And I was like "why were you just staring at me, was it happening again?" and she said "I don't know what you're talking about; I don't remember staring at you?" "Well you were", She responded, "Holy sh**"
We tried forgetting all about it and she wanted to count her birthday money. "20, 40, 60" and then she stopped and stared at me again. "What?" she just kept staring and I ran to the doorway. She said, "What, I'm Fine" in a tone that was not like hers. Eventually we went to her mom's room. She didn't remember stopping while counting her money or saying that she's fine.
We slept in her mom's room that night while Bryanna was hyperventilating all night. It was pretty scary. I didn't sleep at all.
For a couple months after that, I slept with all my lights on, couldn't sleep at all, had visions, nightmares, hallucinations, etc. It was the same thing with Bryanna. We didn't talk for about two years, after being best friends forever. We were scared of each other.
Ever since this incident, I feel like something is following me everywhere. Also, in my house, I feel like there are many things watching me. Like my whole house is a ghost portal. I see things, feel things, and have nightmares at least once a week or more. A lot of them seem to be religious. But I barely remember dreams. I cannot sleep anywhere in my house but my room for some reason.
A few times after the incident, I've been to other places where they had one of those cheap ouija boards that they wanted to use. I warned them not to and that I would not play but I would watch. Every time this happened, well it might have been twice. Someone started to feel weak, or like something is pushing on their chest. I feel like something is following me and this is what does this to these people when I am there.