Hello, I felt like sharing my detailed story. My name is Ross, I am currently 23. I grew up in a small town in North Dakota. As a child I had a fascination with ghosts. It wasn’t until I was 14 I had experienced my first %100 sure ghost, which was before I discovered Ouija. When I heard about Ouija from my friend Amanda at the age of 15, I was already a full believer.
My friend Amanda (who was about 6 years older than me) said when she was younger she and a friend used the Ouija board and it always worked. So I told her I would come over with a friend and she would show us how to use it. But my friend and I, everyone nick named him “Hammer” because he was always hammered, got a piece of cardboard, a marker, a case of beer, and drove over to Amanda’s house.
We got there and Amanda drew out the board on the piece of cardboard which was about 2′ by 3 1/2′ (pretty big). She got us two candles and sent us downstairs to play. Now remember this is a town in North Dakota about 18,000 people, so it was an old basement with a late 1800′s coal heater. We started playing and instantly got a response from one of our friends that had died about ten months previously from a drug overdose at the age of 21. I knew him because he lived about six houses down from my parents, but hammer was good friends with him, his name was Tony. We could tell it was Tony because he kept saying slang remarks he use to always say.
This whole time hammer thought I was moving it but he still apologized to Tony that he wasn’t at the funeral because hammer was locked up at the time. So we agreed to ask Tony to knock on the wall, and we heard a knock. We asked him again, and we heard it again but it was more faint. We asked to do it again and this time it was KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. We both got up in a hurry and I got to the stairs first but hammer grabbed me and pulled me down and he ran up first. After we asked Amanda and her boyfriend if they were messing with us and they weren’t, we went back down to apologize to Tony. He said he had to go home and we closed the board.
At this point Hammer and I were really into the board. I was a musician at work, joining various projects as a drummer and doing quite well for what that town was. I still am a musician and I am doing quite well in Portland. But anyway Hammer and I were both in the same grade (sophomores) at this time, we played so much that at lunch time we would go to my room, get stoned and play the board.
One day we played at lunch, went to school, then after school we went back to the board. When we approached my room (which was in the basement of my parents house, two blocks from a huge graveyard) we could smell a rotten smell. Hammer made a remark which makes me smile to this day, even though he was really fried for his age he was serious about this, “It smells like burnt mushrooms”. So we got stoned, put on some music and got out the board. We asked what the smell was and the board simply spelled out D-E-A-T-H. Hammer said “I don’t like this”. So we stopped.
I kept this board in my room (which was the darkest, creepiest room in the house). There was two nights in a row where I saw an entity in my room. I always slept in pitch dark, just wasn’t scared of it I guess. But I woke up, my eyes were still closed but I sensed something. I squinted my eyes open a little bit just so if there was something there it would still think I was asleep. To my astonishment I saw what looked like either a midget or a kid. Its back was facing me and it was looking down at my cd case. Now this spirit was standing only four feet from where my head was. It was wearing a t-shirt and there were a bunch of faces on the back of it. Also, it was bald. It was pure white with a slight glow because I could see it in pitch dark. But yet it looked so real, like a real person. As a matter of fact my little brother was only about six at that time and the being looked the exact size of my brother. I actually called for my bro, and I thought he was playing a trick on me, but it was PURE silence. The more I opened my eyes the more he vanished. The second time I saw him he was running across a doorway, and I thought it was my brother again, but it was silent (keep in mind I am the only person that is rooming in the basement).
The very next day I had an average day in school, got stoned with all my buddies at lunch. I was putting the Ouija board aside for a while. After school it was back to my old life again, I always popped in a cd and played drums to it. I always played to Black Sabbath and stuff like that. I knew whole albums of Led Zeppelin, Coal Chamber, Black Sabbath. But I could play drums to the whole collection of Nirvana. So I put in Insecticide and I began to play the first song. The Ouija board was propped up against the wall about a foot and a half from my right. About two minutes into the song I heard a really loud, and distorted evil scream. It drowned out the 600 watt stereo and my drum kit and I always played loud. But there was something different about the scream. It seemed like it came from inside of my head, but yet the sound came from my right which is where the board was. I blew it off and kept playing when about five minutes later the sound happened again. This time louder and it was so bad I had to drop my sticks, turn off the stereo. I ran upstairs where there was a pet cockatiel that I took out of its cage.
I sat with the bird on a chair in the living room and turned on the TV. I could sense a strong presence when all of a sudden I can see a dark figure of a hooded kid or a midget. I can only see this dark figure in the corner of my eye as I kept my eye focused on the TV not daring to look. The figure moved closer into my sight until it stopped (if it would have moved any further I would have been able to clearly see it). I kept my eye on the TV as what felt like the hooded figure stood and stared at me. About five seconds passed when my bird just goes completely berzerk, I look over and nothing is there. I put the bird in his cage and left the house for a few hours.
Even after this horrible experience I kept playing. I even got my mom to play, and we tried to summon the midget. But I always kept the board in the garage after these events. Eventually I quit playing.
Written by Mitch, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com