Don't Mess with Ouiji Boards
I want to tell you a story about something that is happening to me right now. It started about 3 years ago. At first I thought it was nothing more than my grandfathers restless spirit playing pranks on me. He had died back in 2000 from a long battle with cancer and had always been a trickster in life, so it seemed like the easiest answer.
Three years ago, after years of begging, my mother bought me a ouiji board that she had picked up in a thrift store. I was out of the state for the weekend and when I came home there it was sitting on my bed. Immediately, I got an uneasy feeling but shrugged it off. I was always into the paranormal and finally having a ouiji board of my own was exciting. I tucked it away safely under my bed for the night and went to sleep. The next night I had a friend come over and play it with me. We both attempted to contact loved ones of ours who had passed away. She tried to contact and uncle and I of course tried to contact my grandfather. Needless to say, we were both discouraged believing that the board didn’t work. After about an hour of us playing with this we decided that it was enough and packed the board up and put it away.
A few days past and everything was going well. I felt fine and was happy but one morning as I was getting ready for class I sat down on the edge of my bed. As I was pulling on my pants, I both felt and saw my bed cave as if someone had just sat down next to me. I began to shiver slightly and suddenly I became exhausted. And then as quickly as it had happened the bed uncaved and flattened out again. I stopped shivering and I regained my energy although I was still a little tired. I shrugged it off believing it to be just a trick my mind had played on me and headed off from school.
A few days later, my brand new tv went on the fritz. It started turning off on its’ own. It would turn off, I would get up and turn it back on. When I would sit back down, it would turn off again. Over and over I continuously got back up to turn on my tv until I became frustrated and yelled, “Knock it off!” It didn’t happen again after that but I swear when I decided to turn it off for the night, I saw a quick slim shadow stride across the screen behind me. It was late and I was unusually exhausted that again, I shrugged this all off.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I began to believe it was my grandfather. My cousin and a friend of hers were taking photos on a digital camera down in the dining room. I was upstairs playing on the computer, which at the time was situated so that my back was to the tv, when I heard her shout in excitement. I ran downstairs to see what had happened and she said excitedly that she had gotten a picture of our grandfather standing behind her in one of her pictures. She let me get a quick glance at it, to me I can see how it would resemble him. It was a dark shadow tinted older man who appeared to be sickly. I wasn’t completely convinced but before I could argue about who it was she had taken off to show our grandmother. Before she made it to the room that our grandmother was in the camera had turned off. When she turned it back on, the picture was gone.
That’s when things started becoming very strange. I’d begun feeling as though something was watching me. At all times of the day. It felt like there were eyes on me. The ouiji board was still under my bed at the time and it began to make me uneasy. I had dreams about it. My dreams had the ouiji board laid out flat at a table with me sitting on one side and my mysterious sickly shadow man on the other side. He never said anything until the last time I had the dream. I sat shivering on my side of the table and was screaming at him. I was terrified. I remember screaming, “Why are you watching me? What is your name? Are you my grandfather?” I remember he smiled and said nothing except a quick “Hello”, and I knew at that moment that it was not my grandfather but something more sinister.
The next morning I threw away the ouiji board. I knew it wouldn’t help because of what I know about spirits and demons. A ouiji board is a welcoming map for spirits and demons into your home. Whatever it was, it was in my home and I had welcomed it.
A year passed and I became used to feeling like I was watched. I would sit with my back to the tv and play on the computer and it would stare at me from the tv. I would turn around quickly expecting to see the shadow on the reflection. Or when I walked up the stairs. I felt like if I didn’t run up them, it would swoop down from the ceiling. At this point, I began to lose energy quickly. I was tired all the time. I didn’t sleep well, and when I did, I would wake up at all times of the night and feel like something was standing over me. Every now and then in the middle of the night, I hear a knock on my door. I would get up and check but of course, everyone in the house would be asleep.
Then things began to be misplaced. Things would fall off of my shelves and my collection of dolls would be moved around and into different positions that I left them. I could sometimes hear something run up and down the stairs. The bathroom door close in the middle of the night. I started noticing handprints on the outside of my window even though I’m on the second floor.
Soon, it all developed into what the doctor’s claim as depression, insomnia, and an overactive imagination. They put me on medications. The anti-depressants didn’t work at all, but the sleeping medication caused me to experience sleep paralysis and have frequent nightmares. My nightmares ranged from small things to much much large things and are too many to recount. They could be attributed to side effects from the medication but, in almost every one of them, the sickly shadow man was in attendance.
After a while of this I decided to stop taking all medications and refused to see the therapists. Even now I won’t take medications. I’m exhausted all the time and depressed. I feel like something is sapping my very essence out of me. I’m cold all the time. I don’t even bother to wipe the handprints off of my window anymore.
Right now, I feel the air growing heavy. I can feel him by my tv staring at me. I’m cold and exhausted, and I can barely move my fingers. I know something is going to happen tonight. I’ve upset him and can only imagine the torment I’ll go through tonight.
FuckYeahNightmares Mod James: 8/10 I’m sorry, that sounds really scary. Thanks for sharing!
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1 Apr, 2017
Don't Mess with Ouiji Boards
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