This story is completely true, I’m 17 now and my father recently had told me what had happen when I was the age of 7. This is what my father had explained to me, and why it was his fault he almost killed me.
My father was only a teenager, 14 years old he didn’t know any better. He was walking around with his cousin one day who was about two years older then my father. He decided to take him to his buddies house, they were good friends and Have been when they were babies until now. I call this good friend of my fathers cousin “Uncle”.
They were just hanging out and Uncle had decided to call his Sisters friend to come over, she was 15 I believe (my father had told me everything in Detailed) When she came over she had brought an Ouija Board, and they thought they would play with it.
They did, and they asked questions, this one spirit named Doe had told them on the board that he was mad from disturbing him. When that had happened my father told me he had let go out of fear, but Uncle, Cousin and the girl didn’t. They told the spirit they all believe in god and he would protect them. Doe then moved the triangle to W A T C H.
Many Years later have passed, my father now 22 was in the Air Force, my mourning the lost of his unborn child, His wife had a miscarriage the child was strange with its umbilical cord while in the mothers womb.
Cousin had lost his first born to a car accident while in its mothers womb. My Uncles, friend had lost her child due to an overdose, which she later then committed suicide due to the fact of her lost child.
My father had heard the news and remembered what Doe had said. It wasn’t in until he was 35 when he married my mother and had me 2 years later. I had nearly died, in my mother due to an infection, I was born prematurely. My father then told me he was scared out of his mind, that he would lose me like the others. So they had reasons why they kept me out of activities such as sports, and every wandering off some where alone, I wasn’t even aloud to play in the backyard with out my fathers watchful eyes.
Seven years passed, and my father started to forget, I was soon able to play on my own. I was in the front yard just poking the ground with a stick and jabbing the grass with friends from school. I was next to our new house brink wall that held a pillar. It was a very old brink wall. All I remember from that time was pretending a Hot Wheels car was a fighter jet, then all of a sudden blacking out.
My father told me the rest of the story. He said a brink had slipped loose and had nailed me with the point end right above my head which cracked my head open. I had stitches and they had put coverings over the deep gash it had made. I was in the hospital for about a week when I woke up completely from the drugs, (I woke up occasionally and went back to sleep).
My father had told me that it was a horrible accident for 10 years of my life, then he told me the story built a new respect for the dead. Years past and I’ve narrowly dodged death, or dodged an injury that would of lead me to missing limbs. This could be luck or it could be someone protecting me. But for 2 years now no major accidents have happened.
Written by Peter, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com