Haunted Too. Dorah L. Williams

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      My next, and last, experience with a Ouija board was after graduating from college, when I shared a house with a few roommates. One day two of us were out shopping and happened to pass by a thrift shop. We saw an old Ouija board was for sale in the window, so thought it might be fun to buy it. We were having a get-together with some friends that night and thought it would be funny to play with that. I didn’t expect to have a repeat of my last experience on that other board from my childhood, and thought it would just be entertaining, if it even worked at all.

      The board we bought was old, and it didn’t have the planchette with it in the box still, so to improvise we used an upside-down glass. Two girls at the party put their fingers on the base of the glass, and we all proceeded to shout out questions about our careers, love lives, etc. Nothing happened at first, and we thought it wasn’t going to work. Then, just as we suggested giving up and putting the board away, the glass tipped over. The two girls using the board jumped, because neither of them even had their fingers on it at the time.

      One of them then asked, “Is anyone there who would like to speak to us?”

      The glass immediately moved to the YES on the board and kept sliding back and forth across the word in a very strong movement.

      At first it seemed as though the two girls had to be moving the glass themselves, because how else could it slide around like that? But the more questions that were asked the quicker the response seemed to be, and at times the girls were barely able to even keep their fingers connected to the glass because it was moving around the board so fast, spelling out the responses.

      The answers to the questions were very innocent at first. But after a while the tone (maybe intent is a better word to use) seemed to change, and the answers became nasty and sounded angry.

      One of our friends couldn’t be there that night because she had to work a very early shift at work the next morning so she was at home in bed. Nevertheless, after a few more minutes, no matter what questions were asked, the message kept only spelling out that our friend wasn’t there with us that night. We all thought it was strange that it kept doing that but didn’t worry about it too much at first. But then it started spelling out how our friend was soon going to be murdered. It gave the exact time, day, and month this would happen and described it graphically.

      I got angry and told the two girls that they shouldn’t even joke about something horrible like that. They insisted they weren’t doing it, and one got up and asked if I wanted to try it for myself to see that the glass really was moving on its own.

      By that point I was getting a little nervous of the board and really didn’t want to get too close to it, but I didn’t want those kinds of messages to continue and really thought once I had my fingers on the glass I would make that stop.

      When I put my fingers on the glass I was barely touching it, and I could see the other girl was just lightly resting her fingers against it too. But no sooner had I sat down and touched the glass than it began to slide quickly around the board spelling out more gruesome messages. I knew I wasn’t making it do that, and I could tell the other girl wasn’t either because she even had a hard time keeping her fingers on the glass at all because it was moving so quickly.

      We got so scared from the messages it was spelling out about our friend that someone telephoned her to see if she was all right. (I’m sure she didn’t appreciate having us wake up her that late, when she was asleep.)

      When we all expressed how relieved we were that she was safe and sound at home the board again spelled out the specific time and date this murder was predicted to occur in the near future. It was so scary.

      The glass then tipped over again by itself. When we put it back in place the other girl using the board asked if anyone else was there who wanted to talk to us.

      This time the glass began to spell out words in a much more gentle and slower manner. It said it was her father spelling out the messages now. He had died several years previously.

      The words being spelled out over and over were: “Stop using this now … it is not a game … stop using this now … it is not a game …”

      There was some giggling in the crowd, and the glass began to move quicker and with more force as though in response to the laughter, and repeated the message: “Stop using this right now … it is not a game …”

      The two of us using the board decided that was good advice, and not only did we not want to use it anymore, we didn’t even want to keep it in our house. So we put it into a big paper bag and went together to the side of the townhouse complex where there was a large, empty Dumpster. We threw the bag into the garbage and ran back into the house, relieved to be rid of it.

      The next morning my roommate yelled to me to come quickly, and I ran downstairs to see what was wrong. I looked outside and could see the bag was now back at our front door. My friend thought the board had crawled back to us!

      It had been a windy night, and obviously the bag had just been blown out of the Dumpster and landed back at our front door. But after looking into the Dumpster and then around the property we never could find the board again, so we weren’t sure whatever happened to it. We all had a good laugh at our friend thinking it had “crawled back,” though, and teased her about watching too many horror movies.

      But, regardless of whatever happened to that Ouija board, I will always remember that experience. Our friend is still alive and well, and the gruesome prediction of her murder proved false when the date the board had spelled out came and went without incident, thank goodness.

      I really think Ouija boards can be sinister. If my cousins didn’t purposefully spell out that message about my death just to scare me, and I am sure they did not, then why would it spell out a thing like that? I don’t know what it is that makes those things actually work the way they do, but if it is spirits communicating, it makes me wonder what kind of evil spirit would want to frighten a twelve-year-old like that. And obviously that message about our friend’s murder was spelled out just to terrify us too, which it certainly did.

      Out-of-Body Experiences

      My experiences aren’t about being haunted, but are about a spirit. My own, and how it has left my body twice during near-death experiences.

      I grew up in a very large family, and am the third youngest of ten. My father died when I was only five.

      Not long after his death I got measles. I had pneumonia too, and was very sick.

      I was lying on the chesterfield downstairs in the living room, feeling so ill and scared, because I saw how frightened my mother was when the doctor examined me and then asked her to step into the hallway with him to talk. I could hear her crying, and I remember closing my eyes and starting to cry too.

      Suddenly I felt completely better in every way. I opened my eyes in relief, but immediately realized that something very astonishing was happening. I was floating up at the ceiling and looking down at myself still lying on the chesterfield below. I wasn’t frightened being up so high, although I have been terrified of heights all my life. I stared down at myself, thinking how small and sad I looked, when I heard my mother crying again out in the hallway with the doctor. As soon as I heard her, I wanted to be with her, and as soon as I thought that, I was then immediately in the hallway with her, still floating up at the ceiling, but now looking down at my mother and the doctor where they stood by the front door.

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