Chilling new stories of the mysterious Ouija board
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THE OUIJA POSSESSION
It was June of 2013, and several friends of mine from college decided to rent a little cottage out on Cape Cod, Massachusetts for a week-long vacation. Unfortunately, the weather was cold and rainy, so we wound up holding a Ouija board session. We did a session the first night without any too strange incidents. Unfortunately, this is how we wound up making a terrible decision to use the board a second time.
Out of the original six of us, only May, Julie, Adam, and I decided we would try to make contact again (everyone else was upstairs watching a movie). Adam had jumped into a shower and after waiting a long time, the three of us girls decided to start without him. We set up a circle of white candles, cups of water and sat down at the coffee table in a small triangle.
We said a blessing and began by calling on my spirit guide (I'd read that day that it was something to do to promote positive energy). After about ten minutes of nothing, the planchette slowly began to move, saying HELLO. I asked for a name and the planchette spelled out, XAVIER. I asked if he was my spirit guide, but he said, NO.
I then asked if he was the spirit guide of anyone at the table and he spelled out, JULIE. We asked if there was something he wanted to tell Julie. Once again, at a slow crawl, the planchette spelled out, I AM GOING IN. Confused and bewildered, we asked him to repeat his answer. He spelled out again, I AM GOING IN, and then, JULIE.
Julie was beginning to get nervous, so I told the entity that if he was not a positive spirit he was not welcome, and that we were ending this conversation. Together, the three of us pushed the planchette to GOODBYE.
Suddenly, the planchette forcefully flew over to NO. We had this tug-of-war several times just as Adam came downstairs. Scared and desperate to clear the board, I asked my friends to help me move the planchette in circles. (I'd read this was a method of "cleansing the board's energy" and hoped it would help to expel Xavier.)
Adam sat down a couple of feet away and noticed my camera on the table and asked if he should record what was happening. The lights were beginning to flicker and the candles were blowing around although we had no air conditioning and the windows were all closed. Adam turned it on and said, "Oh,0 your battery is about to die."
I continued to chant in my head, Only good energy may enter here... as well as several prayers. I could see Julie swaying a little bit, like she felt sick. Trying to say goodbye and being forcefully rejected several more times, I was thoroughly terrified and decided I'd had enough. I took the planchette off the board and told everyone I was going to rip it up.
Suddenly, I noticed May's and Adam's expressions. They were both fearfully staring at Julie. She was sitting up, her posture stiff like a soldier at attention. She was staring straight ahead and the middle of her lip was twitching, curling back in a furious, almost feral way. I immediately had chills. I tried to convince myself she was playing a mean joke, but she is not that good of an actress.
Adam, Julie's boyfriend, leaned forward, asking, "Julie? Honey, you ok?" She didn't answer and didn't move, except for her eyes, which were suddenly sharp and predatory, darted over to him and her lip continued to twitch up, revealing her teeth. When I tried to get her attention, I received the same dark, evil sideways glare, her body rigid and unmoving.
By now, all of us were demanding her attention and trying to snap her out of it. I frantically tried to think of what to do, feeling it was my fault as the "medium" for not having protected the circle. Not knowing any really effective prayers, I remembered a bracelet I was wearing had been given to me as a gift by a distant cousin, who was a priest, and that the beads were blessed. Desperate, I pressed the beads against her arm and held on, yelling her name and telling her to wake up, hoping that the contact with a cross and blessed beads would somehow snap her out it.
Julie tried to jerk away, but her face changed and she was gasping as if she'd just run a mile and shuddering violently. When she finally could speak, she asked for a blanket, telling us she was freezing. May ran upstairs and grabbed one. Julie's arms were ice cold although the cottage was fairly warm. While we asked her what had happened, I ripped up the board, threw it in a bag of salt, and quickly began to smudge the house with smoke.
To the best of my recollection, this was the conversation that followed:
Julie: "X-xav... He-- he was a big guy."
May: "Big guy? What do you mean, big?"
Julie, gesturing, to about six inches over her shoulders: "Well, look at my shoulders are and his were, here! And, and oh... He didn't like when you tried to make him leave." She was looking at me.
Me: "What do you mean? You could hear him?"
Julie: "Every time you tried to bring the planchette to GOODBYE, he would scream, ‘No!’ and throw it away. And he really didn't like the camera."
Adam, close to tears: "What-- What do you mean?"
Julie: "When you picked it up, he looked at you and growled, ‘Kill.’ And then he'd look at you when you tried to make him leave.” Looking at me again. “And say ‘KILL.’”
May: "So, you could hear him? You couldn't say anything? Did you talk to him?"
Julie, closing her eyes: "No. It was like I was there, but I was trapped. I couldn't move. I was screaming and I couldn't say anything."
Julie tried later to replicate the twitching in her lip, but couldn't get it to look remotely similar. That cold look that was in her eyes was also definitely not her, and the growl, I don't believe it was human. I made Julie wear my beads for protection for the rest of the night and, thankfully, nothing else happened during the final days of our stay.
I will never forget this experience. I know how unbelievable it sounds. I lived through it and as much as I want to question it and seek the logic, I know that evil exists and it is out there. The only consolation that I have is that there is also great good, and I believe that as long as I believe in that, I will be protected. Even though it is incredible I assure you that my story is entirely true. – Kelly Maher
Next page: Something Evil
THE OUIJA POSSESSION
It was June of 2013, and several friends of mine from college decided to rent a little cottage out on Cape Cod, Massachusetts for a week-long vacation. Unfortunately, the weather was cold and rainy, so we wound up holding a Ouija board session. We did a session the first night without any too strange incidents. Unfortunately, this is how we wound up making a terrible decision to use the board a second time.
Out of the original six of us, only May, Julie, Adam, and I decided we would try to make contact again (everyone else was upstairs watching a movie). Adam had jumped into a shower and after waiting a long time, the three of us girls decided to start without him. We set up a circle of white candles, cups of water and sat down at the coffee table in a small triangle.
We said a blessing and began by calling on my spirit guide (I'd read that day that it was something to do to promote positive energy). After about ten minutes of nothing, the planchette slowly began to move, saying HELLO. I asked for a name and the planchette spelled out, XAVIER. I asked if he was my spirit guide, but he said, NO.
I then asked if he was the spirit guide of anyone at the table and he spelled out, JULIE. We asked if there was something he wanted to tell Julie. Once again, at a slow crawl, the planchette spelled out, I AM GOING IN. Confused and bewildered, we asked him to repeat his answer. He spelled out again, I AM GOING IN, and then, JULIE.
Julie was beginning to get nervous, so I told the entity that if he was not a positive spirit he was not welcome, and that we were ending this conversation. Together, the three of us pushed the planchette to GOODBYE.
Suddenly, the planchette forcefully flew over to NO. We had this tug-of-war several times just as Adam came downstairs. Scared and desperate to clear the board, I asked my friends to help me move the planchette in circles. (I'd read this was a method of "cleansing the board's energy" and hoped it would help to expel Xavier.)
Adam sat down a couple of feet away and noticed my camera on the table and asked if he should record what was happening. The lights were beginning to flicker and the candles were blowing around although we had no air conditioning and the windows were all closed. Adam turned it on and said, "Oh,0 your battery is about to die."
I continued to chant in my head, Only good energy may enter here... as well as several prayers. I could see Julie swaying a little bit, like she felt sick. Trying to say goodbye and being forcefully rejected several more times, I was thoroughly terrified and decided I'd had enough. I took the planchette off the board and told everyone I was going to rip it up.
Suddenly, I noticed May's and Adam's expressions. They were both fearfully staring at Julie. She was sitting up, her posture stiff like a soldier at attention. She was staring straight ahead and the middle of her lip was twitching, curling back in a furious, almost feral way. I immediately had chills. I tried to convince myself she was playing a mean joke, but she is not that good of an actress.
Adam, Julie's boyfriend, leaned forward, asking, "Julie? Honey, you ok?" She didn't answer and didn't move, except for her eyes, which were suddenly sharp and predatory, darted over to him and her lip continued to twitch up, revealing her teeth. When I tried to get her attention, I received the same dark, evil sideways glare, her body rigid and unmoving.
By now, all of us were demanding her attention and trying to snap her out of it. I frantically tried to think of what to do, feeling it was my fault as the "medium" for not having protected the circle. Not knowing any really effective prayers, I remembered a bracelet I was wearing had been given to me as a gift by a distant cousin, who was a priest, and that the beads were blessed. Desperate, I pressed the beads against her arm and held on, yelling her name and telling her to wake up, hoping that the contact with a cross and blessed beads would somehow snap her out it.
Julie tried to jerk away, but her face changed and she was gasping as if she'd just run a mile and shuddering violently. When she finally could speak, she asked for a blanket, telling us she was freezing. May ran upstairs and grabbed one. Julie's arms were ice cold although the cottage was fairly warm. While we asked her what had happened, I ripped up the board, threw it in a bag of salt, and quickly began to smudge the house with smoke.
To the best of my recollection, this was the conversation that followed:
Julie: "X-xav... He-- he was a big guy."
May: "Big guy? What do you mean, big?"
Julie, gesturing, to about six inches over her shoulders: "Well, look at my shoulders are and his were, here! And, and oh... He didn't like when you tried to make him leave." She was looking at me.
Me: "What do you mean? You could hear him?"
Julie: "Every time you tried to bring the planchette to GOODBYE, he would scream, ‘No!’ and throw it away. And he really didn't like the camera."
Adam, close to tears: "What-- What do you mean?"
Julie: "When you picked it up, he looked at you and growled, ‘Kill.’ And then he'd look at you when you tried to make him leave.” Looking at me again. “And say ‘KILL.’”
May: "So, you could hear him? You couldn't say anything? Did you talk to him?"
Julie, closing her eyes: "No. It was like I was there, but I was trapped. I couldn't move. I was screaming and I couldn't say anything."
Julie tried later to replicate the twitching in her lip, but couldn't get it to look remotely similar. That cold look that was in her eyes was also definitely not her, and the growl, I don't believe it was human. I made Julie wear my beads for protection for the rest of the night and, thankfully, nothing else happened during the final days of our stay.
I will never forget this experience. I know how unbelievable it sounds. I lived through it and as much as I want to question it and seek the logic, I know that evil exists and it is out there. The only consolation that I have is that there is also great good, and I believe that as long as I believe in that, I will be protected. Even though it is incredible I assure you that my story is entirely true. – Kelly Maher
Next page: Something Evil
