Submitted by: Unknown
Submitted: August, 2005.
Submitted by: Unknown
Submitted: November, 2005.
Submitted by: Lorraine Ballagh
Submitted: November, 2005.
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| My Ouija Story Submitted by: Unknown Submitted: August, 2005. |
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| You want to read more about ouija's? Then please GO HERE to access my section on this subject. | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Back in high school my neighbor and I were playing with her ouija board in her room. For about a week spoke to the same "entity" (?). He called himself Johnny I believe (this was about 19 years ago). He told me never to use the ouija in my house because bad things had happened on my property long before my house was built. This was fine with me, because I knew when using the ouija board in my house, I ran the risk of inviting something I did not want in my house. After speaking to Johnny for a week straight, we told him we wanted proof that he really existed and that we were not falling for some "Parker Brothers" trick. We asked him to materialize (we were young and dumb and did not realize how dangerous this could be). He said he could materialize but he did not trust us enough. We said fine, but we wanted some sort of confirmation he was really in the room with us. We had the doors and windows closed with no fan or air conditioning on (it was Fall). Since we were supposed to be doing homework, we had about 10 (?) loose sheets of paper spread across her bed (we were sitting on the floor). When all of a sudden, 1 piece of paper floated up into the air, and did three loops before it fell in the middle of the ouija board. Needless to say we were surprised. At first we stared at each other with with our eyeballs popping out of our heads. Then at the same time we threw the board back in the box and threw the box into the bottom of her closet. We ran out of the room and never to touch that board again. After that weird things happened in the house. Her walls and windows would shake. We would hear knocking in the walls and from windows. Also, some clear petroleum jelly-looking stuff was smeared across her mirror and you just felt a bad feeling in the house. Shortly thereafter, we stopped being friends. But, I had other friends with ouija boards. At times, I would use the board by myself because I could not trust that my friends were not moving the plancette. But after that paper incident at my neighbors house, I did not touch a ouija board in almost 20 years. That is until a friend and made one at work (we work in a Catholic hospital). It worked for us, but nothing really weird happened except for when we were done. We were trying to burn the paper we wrote the board on, but the paper would not light for the longest time. Even when I held the lighter on it for about two minutes straight. I stopped when my fingers started to burn instead of the paper. Eventually it lit and that was all. This is my experience with the ouija. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| Untitled Submitted by: Unknown Submitted: November, 2005. |
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| I never really believed in ghosts or spirits or superstitious stuff. But one weekend I spent the night at my friend's house. My friends sister and her have all digital cameras. I picked up my friend's camera and was flicking through the pictures, when I saw a picture of her basement. I asked, "Paige, why do you have a picture of your basement?" She said, " because there's an orb". "What's an orb", I asked. That's when my friend and her sisters showed me all the pictures they had taken in the basement. All the picture had orbs. I was freaked out! Then we all were talking about ghosts and stuff. My friend's sister told me that she would shut a cabinet door and come back downstairs and it would be opened. Also, that she was down in the basement with her boyfriend and door in the basement was open and it just shut. I probably asked about 20 questions in about an hour. My friend lives really near old buildings, like 1800's buildings. She also lives near an Indian burial ground. But there this one house thats two houses down from her's. That night we wanted to go there and take pictures of orbs and stuff. I chickened out. But they went the next night when I wasn't there. Then I was talking to my friend and she told me that there was a red and green face with yellow eyes staring at her. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| Untited Submitted by: Lorraine Ballagh Submitted: November, 2005. |
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| I had an experience with my son telling me he had a friendly ghost for a few months. It apparently could only be described as a white light. He said he used to talk to it and that I used to mind it in my bedroom while I was asleep. During that period there was a particular light upstairs that would blow every 24 hours. My boyfriend, an electrician, could find nothing wrong with it. Anyways we stopped using it. My son was not afraid of this ghost and so neither was I. But I never saw it, and it had been in the same room with me on occasion. I paid little attention to my child talking to the ghost at night in his room. I left him to it and didn't ask questions. After a few months Robbie said his ghost died. When I questioned, he described how that same day that all the downlighters blew as he walked under them in the kitchen. At that time I had been packing bags in the car. Robbie said that his ghost and a man with a red beard were in the kitchen fighting. The man with the red beard stuck a stake through his ghosts throat. He also said that Holy God came down from over the fridge with a bright light and saved his ghost. He never mentioned what happened to the man in the red beard. That was a good six months to a year ago. Last week was a very windy night. All the windows and doors were closed in the house and I was putting Robbie to bed, when I heard a loud bang. When I went to check, the attic hatch had blown up into the attic and landed on it's side (about two inches wide) and was kind of hanging there. The attic is square with a plank of wood that has to be pushed up and over to open. I took the ladder and went to have a look, paranoid about a burglar you know. I was half up in the attic when my hair was blown forcefully up straight above my head. There was a kind of a whirlwind just in that spot but nowhere else in the attic as the flaps of material on either side of the roof that were loose were not moving. I closed the attic and went to bed and was paranoid about a presence behind me at the window if I were lying on my side. I have always been paranoid >>>>>>>> |
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