Ouija And Poltergeist

From: Nick Jones (nicky@webgenie.co.uk)
Story type: Ghost
Location: St Albans, Hertfordshire, England, UK
Source: Form Submission

In the Summer of '91 I was sharing a house in St Albans, England.

I shared with an old school friend, Damon, a Scottish woman called Maureen and her 18-year old daughter. Another couple had the downstairs room but they kept themselves to themselves and we didn't see much of them.

Maureen mentioned she was into witchcraft several times. I'm an enigneer, Damon was a physicist and I guess the two of us together could have been founder members of the Sceptics Association. But one afternoon Damon was off somewhere and this friend of his, Stuart, turns-up looking for him. Maureen was there, the three of us got chatting and before long I'd mentioned her interest in witchcraft. The next thing I knew we were sitting round a table scrawling the alphabet onto scraps of paper and arranging a circle.

Maureen lit a candle and we sat round this table with our fingers lightly touching an upturned tumbler. By now me and Stuart were taking the piss - giggling, cracking jokes etc He was a colleague of Damon's, a software engineer, and like me I guess he was a thoroughbred sceptic.

But after ten minutes or so something unexpected happened. The glass twitched, rose a millimetre or so above the table and took on a kind of hover. I looked at Stuart, his face white and perspiring and realised we were both fairly crapping it! There was something eerie about the way the thing moved - it's hard to explain.

A quizz ensued. I think we asked the ghost or spirit or what ever it was every conceivable question from "when did you die?" through to "Who's going to win the World Cup? The common theme about the replies was (i) 99% of the words were swear words (Fuck, Arse, Cunt etc) and (ii) the spelling was absolutely crap.

Turning the light on had no effect on the movement of the glass. Maureen took her finger off during the session to light a cigarette (this was significant, because a lingering doubt in my mind suggested to me she was pushing the glass) and the thing still zipped around merrily.

After about 1.5 hours the conversation dried-up and we all took our fingers off.

I would add that for three months afterwards I had the most God-awful luck in the world. I fell-out with Damon my old friend and within six months he was dead - killed on a climbing expedition. I moved out of the house into an old bungalow about two miles from away. Within three weeks of being there i had one hell of a poltergeist visitation at 3.30am!!

The ouija is trouble. Whatever it was we encountered that nght was evil and was able to influence the course of events in my life (to my detrement!) for some time after....Since then anyway, I have moved two more times and (luckily) had no more visitations.