Ouija

Name:            Joanna
Email:           pandorasbox_jh@yahoo.com
Location:        home
Type:            Channeling
Date:            Tuesday, July 25, 2000
Time:            03:05 PM

I must have been around 17 when this happened. I am 22 now. An avid reader of horror stories beginning at an early age, I love all things involving the supernatural. A friend had given me her ouija board because it creeped her out too much. I would get a group of my friends together and play it. We even took it to spring break with us. It never disappointed it's audience.

The sessions would leave us shaken and excited. I always heard that you should never play alone, that you could become possessed by a demon or such. However, I didn't listen to the advice... so one night, alone in my room, I brought out the board and started to play. My rationalization was that if it moved while I was playing alone I would know it wasn't fake.

One malevolent spirit that made himself known from the beginning was Paul. When I started to play by myself he would sometimes come on, answering my questions with profanity... I won't put them here... but you can imagine.. just fill in the blanks. There were two other spirits that I talked to. One of which said he was the spirit of my deceased boyfriend, Tim, which I was hesitant to believe. The other made itself known to me as a female. I would sit on my bed and ask them questions, some serious, some silly. Pretty soon playing the ouija board would be what I would come home from school and do. It seemed almost as if I would subconsciously take it out from under my bed.

One night when I was driving home I passed the little church at the bottom of the hill we lived on. As I was passing, the streetlight went out. I didn't think much about it until I noticed it flicker back on when I reached the driveway. This went on for a few weeks before I got my friends involved. I asked them to drive up the road and come back. Nothing happened. When I got into the car and we drove under it the light would go out. My friends thought it was pretty weird. This didn't start until I began playing the ouija board alone. Finally my fear of Paul, fueled by the occurrence with the streetlight, got the better of me. I drizzled candle wax in the shape of a cross over the board and put it up. When it came time to move, the board was nowhere to be found. The streetlight stopped going out when I drove past it as soon as I stopped playing.

Despite this I still play ouija. Never alone though, not anymore.