The Ouija Board Kills

From: Sophia (s12y2kay10195@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My home, London
Source: Form Submission

I am going to tell you a story, which still, to this day sends shivers up and down my spine. To begin, I would just like to tell you a few things about myself. I was 15 when this story happened, and I am now nearly 19. I can no longer sleep in the dark. I jump at noise through a silent room. I question the motive of a breeze or a stray moon beam. I wonder if something is coming for me when I hear footsteps. I don't like to be alone. When I breath in silence, fright is struct into the heart of my soul. I often feel watched. Whether in darkness or light, I'm always looking over my shoulder. Part of me telling you this story and reliving these thing again in such detail, is to give you ALL a warning. Never play with a Ouija board.

When I was 8, I moved to a different primary school to the one that I had been attending. I was a lively, happy and naughty child, and I made friends very quickly. There was one girl I was drawn to in particular ,Laura. Laura and I became very close, and remain friends to this day. Months passed, and I was settled into my new school, with my new friends. One morning, Laura came into the classroom looking tearful. "What's wrong?"I said. "I need to tell you something"She said. "It's my Dad.. he's got a brain tumour."With her words, I no longer knew what to say. I pulled her close to me and cuddled her tightly. "It'll be okay.. he'll be okay."

Much distance passed between Laura and I. I moved schools, but then was delighted to find that she decided to change schools with me. We enjoyed being friends again, but as her Dad grew more and more ill, we parted again. Laura's mum left, and she became the carer of her Dad. When we were in Year 11, taking our GCSE exams, Laura's Dad died, the day before Christmas.

Months passed, and eventually we got back in contact and became close again, along with two other girls, Jo and Catherine. One evening at my house, we became restless. It was night, the air was thick with summer heat, and we were alone in the house. "Have you ever tried a Ouija board?"I said, always being the mischievous one in the group. "No!!!"said Jo, "Don't mess with it.. it's bad news."Oh how I wish that I had listened. After much persuasion, they finally agreed to give it a go. We drew the letters of the alphabet, a "yes"and "no"and laid them out in a circle. I put a glass in the middle and we all put one finger on it. At first we giggled. This surely was a joke.. this surely would not work. The only person who didn't seem to find it funny was Laura. "Is.. Is.. the spirit of my Dad here?"she said. Jo, Cath and I immediately stopped laughing, there was no longer a joke, nor sense of fun in this. Suddenly, a chill came rippling through the room. The glass began to tremor. I immediately looked up at my friends to acknowledge which of them was moving the glass, but when I did, I saw the same fear, panic and urge to know who was doing this, on their faces too. Quickly the glass shot to "No". Scared, and yet overcome with curiousity, we foolishly decided to proceed. "Who is there?"I asked. The glass started to spin round on the board, our fingers became hot from the friction, and I felt a very evil, reluctant presence fill the room. The glass seemed to be getting more and more violent, and almost simultaneously, we removed our fingers from the glass. It stopped moving instantly. "Lets throw this away"said Laura, "And never speak of it again."With fear filling our hearts, we crept into bed, and pretending to sleep for eachothers piece of mind, we all lay awake that night, watching, listening, feeling and waiting.

Since that night, nothing has ever been the same. I wake up often filled with that same sense of fear. In hot weather, everyone wants to go into my room because it's always like ice. I never used to feel the cold so much, but now my fingers and toes can barely be felt unless I wear thick socks. It doesn't matter how hot the atmosphere is, I'm always cold in my fingers. I never used to be before. I always feel eyes watching, a sense that there is someone lurking over me. Paranoia? I've questioned it too, but I've seen things. I try to deny it, but I have. I see shadows when there's nothing there, my dog won't come into my room and her ears prick up randomly as though there is someone there.. but there never is. I'm cold quite a lot, and scared even more. Even if it is all in my mind, it's still caused by the Ouija board.

Sometimes people get away with it. Sometimes who or what is on the other side, doesn't want to hurt us. Sometimes, they want help, sometimes its someone we know, perhaps someone we love. However, often enough it is someone dark and evil, perhaps someone who has died a sick, violent death. Why risk being tortured? Why risk being scared for life?

I hope my experience has made you think. Don't mess with the Ouija.. even if you don't die.. it could cost you your life.