| Subject: I cant get away from my ouija experience |
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Date Posted: 03:28:53 03/07/09 Sat
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I hope someone who reads this can give me some advice,
I am 28. About 10 years ago I lived with other teenagers in a student boarding house here in Adelaide. The premises was previously a mental institution/hospital, and had been since the 1960's. But when i lived their it was a student boarding house. I thought it would be cool to do a seance. I initiated it. I talked some of the other students into doing it too, and there was about ten of us. I made the ouija board out of bits of paper cut into small squares, with the letters of the alphabet each on the cut up squares, and put them in a circle out on a large wooden table. I had cut out squares for 'yes' and 'no', and put them in the center of the circle. It was about ten pm. We messed around on it for a bit, and I was writing letters down as they came up. But it was all jibberish. By 11-12 midnite, some of the students involved started getting bored with it, and one by one left the 'game'. It was down to 5 of us when things started to get really wierd. The board was still spelling out random letters, but the force behind the glass became very strong. It spelt out 'earnostong', and kept spelling it out. By the third time it had spelt it, as i was writing it down, I realised something. I thought maybe 'ear, nose, tongue'. I suddenly felt my insides turn as I thought about my ear, nose and tongue piercings. Was it trying to tell me something? Then we looked at the time and it was 4 30 am. But it had only been midnight several minutes earlier. The five of us went to bed feeling spooked, but for some reason the next night we wanted to do it again. We took it into a more private room and set it up. The same thing happened consecutively for several nights, its like we were drawn to it. On the third night we were asking 'are you a good spirit or an evil spirit'. It moved to 'g','o','d'. We did not believe it, and we started thinking it might be an evil spirit. So we asked again' are you a good spirit', this time it spelt out 'g' 'o' 'a' 't'. None of us knew what it meant. I suddenly thought about the devil, having goat-like horns. Was that a connection? I wasn't sure, but started to feel very very spooked. It then spelt out 'cry a tear'. We didnt think much of it, but another girl at the table suddenly turned pale. As we found out, this is what was written on her friends grave who had died last year, which none of us knew about. Enough was enough, we all felt that something was suddenly alot more dangerous. We had been up from 7:00pm-5:00am for 5 nights straight. We agreed-no more. We went out onto the balcony on the other side of the building for a cigarrette. It was cold so we took blankets. One guy, Jack (the only guy who was involved in the seonce with us, he was a real joker type guy), rested his head on my lap and fell to sleep. I continued talking to the other girls, it was 4am. Then we heard a whimpering, sobbing. It was Jack. He was really sobbing, and whimpering, almost howling, in his sleep. It was a really wierd noise and is hard to describe. We laughed at first, and started trying to wake him. But we couldn't. I started shaking him yelling 'Jack, Jack..', all of a sudden he sat up and looked around, dazed. 'Whats wrong with you? You musta been dreaming about something, you were crying, and kind of howling...' He didn't know what we were talking about, but as he felt his face wet from tears he was equally surprised.Suddenly I remembered the last thing the ouija board had spelt out-'cry a tear'.
We went to bed. Sometime about an hour later, I woke to find tears pouring out of my eyes, and I was making a whimpering/howling noise, same as Jack had earlier. I shook my head and sat up. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought. Next day when I saw my friends, we all looked at each other. The same thing had happened to each of us who were involved in the seonce. We had each woken up in the night, crying and making strange, whimpering noises.
I have not, and will never touch, a ouija board since. I have not been able to ever get rid of the feeling of uneasiness inside me since this happened. I feel like something has been with me ever since. Whenever I talk about it, even writing this, I get this horrible, dark feeling of a presence around me. Does anyone know what I can do?
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