Ouija

From: Anonymous Anonymous@nowhere.net
Type: Ghost
Date: Thu, 24 Aug 1995 18:54:20 GMT
Story-type: Personal experience
Location: Unknown, U.S.A.
Source: Email Submission

My family on my father's side has a "gift" - most of the family has some ability to perceive "spirits" or entities. While I was a real occult buff as a child, I have gooten away from it, and now it's just a curiousity. Some things, however, I cannot just simply dismiss as childish imagination. I'm a computer systems tech and a business owner now, and I'm not too crazy about letting everyone know about what happened as a child.

My brother, a year and a half younger than I, used to see forms and spirits regularly, and used to joke about clairvoyantly spying on me in my car. It would've been just a joke except he would tell me the exact songs I would sing along to, girls I would wave to, and many more details than just coincidence could provide.

We both had a close friend living just a little bit outside of Claremont, NH. His house was well known to be haunted, and it was also a well-known fact that his grandfather was a magician or sorcerer. He never did tell us which. We would go to his house quite often, just hanging out, etc. One night, while his mother was out, he and I and our girlfiriends were sitting around the kitchen table. We'd had a beer or two (a big deal for high school juniors) and were trying to impress our dates, so he brought out an old Ouija board, a silver candlestick holder, and some alcohol (the kind used for chemistry kit burners). He filled the candleholder about 3/4 full, and lit it. The flame was very blue and very steady, and we all got really curious as to what he was going to do next.

He invited me to sit at the table, placed the Ouija board before him, and said ,"We're going to do a few power tricks!" (I had tried to mentally move things when I was much younger, and found it's a lot easier to just pick them up.) He put his hand near the flame, and immediately it moved towards it, then away, as if it was alive. He continued to move it, talking to it like a child, and then he suggested I give it a try.

I have noticed in the past that I can accomplish "extraordinary" things only when I'm feeling slightly sick - like a fever or something along those lines. I wasn't feeling well prior to this - kind of hazy and not entirely with it. It seems to open up something much more easily than when I am fully concious and alert. After a few minutes, I could actually *feel* the flame, and it became easy to make it weave in and out of my fingers without burning myself. To this day i cannot rationally explain the behavior of the flame, but I remember it clearly. He then suggested we have a little contest - I would try to mentally extinguish the flame, and he would see how high he could make it go. We both say, our hands close to the flame, and watched as it rose, fell, and tried to avoid whoever had the most power at any given moment. I was really into it, feeling the flame darting around in my mind, and watched it slip below the lip of the candleholder when my date accidentally kicked the bottom of my chair. The flame shot out of the candleholder 1 1/2 to 2 FEET, formed a fireball about 6" across, and disappeared with a *pop*. We all jokingly harassed my date about her clumsiness, and went into the living room to wind down.

I was exhausted, and lay down on the couch. I had a feverish dream of an old man, thin and tall, following me and my girlfriend around a field. It was a totally evil experience, as I could tell I was not entirely unconcious. I wasn't awake enough at this time to realize the ouija board on the coffee table was moving around on its own in front of me until one of the girls screamed and ran out of the room. My friend threw the board across the room, breaking a chunk out of it. We all decided to call it a night.

Since then I have found out that the figure I saw was a previous owner of the property, and my friend had been in contact with him through the board. his mother had broken three or four of his ouijas for the same moving-without-an operator routine we had witnessed. I wanted to go back and try the flame trick again, but my friend joined the Army soon after, and I have never been able to repeat the performance with any other flame to the extent we did that night.

I still don't know whether I believe all of this happened, but the details are so clear I can still see the man's face, and the look of horror on the girls faces when the ouija moved on its own.