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My friends nicknamed me ZoZo about three years ago when I was in 6th grade. Then I thought it was a cool name. Now I think it’s horrible.

See, I didn’t do Ouija when I was 11. I did witch craft, Hoodoo, and Voodoo, but not a Ouija board. My friends told me about it last year, so I thought, why not! I loved it, I got many names. But then one came up. “What’s your name?” Z-O-Z-O. Our jaws dropped! I exclaimed how my nickname was ZoZo and I thought it was really cool.

He seemed like a cool guy at first, but then he got mean and started cussing out my friend Ema, and something got thrown at Ema’s mom and our other friend Daliah. I took over the eye and told him to stop! That we didn’t do anything to him so stop being a jerk! Then he went to Goodbye. We decided to stop for the night. All of our eyes were wide and full of fear.

That night we slept in one bed, just a tiny bed. So I slept on the floor where the Ouija board was laying. I was just poking around at the eye, when it flew off the board. I jumped up and Ema and Daliah saw it too. I decided to do it again. So we called out for ZoZo. We told him once again to stop that it’s not funny anymore. He wrote “H-A-H-A-O-K” Which is, haha ok. But later that night the blankets flew off of Ema and me (we were watching a movie). I didn’t like this one bit, I woke up Ema’s brother Randy and asked him to stay with us. He was around 16 or 17 and muscley so I felt safer with him. Once I got him in there only me and him would use the board. Ema and Daliah were scared to near death. So we sat down across from each other and started talking to ZoZo. He said he wanted to take me to Hell and kill Randy. I was terrified he would hurt Randy now so I started cussing ZoZo out and telling him to shut up, not to dare lay a finger on Randy! He cussed me back.

So I got up to go get some water, once I got back I sat the water on a table by her TV, and sat back down beside Randy. Before I could even put my hands on the eye again the water got thrown at me and the cup broke against my lip, which caused it to bleed a lot. Randy then ran over and held me close, and something tried to pull his hands away from me. I was so scared, Ema and Daliah had to make sure I was still breathing. I pushed Randy off, I didn’t want his arms to break just to hold me. I told him to leave us alone and started crying. I swear on my life I was so terrified. I felt dead, but I couldn’t just blow it off while my friends were in danger like this.

I called my friend who is a priest, and got him to bless the house. The walls shook, and things fell. We all got dizzy. Ever since that day I never went back to Ema’s house, nor spoke to her, Daliah, or Randy. I was glad it was over. For good. Or I thought.

I went over to my friend Lizzie’s house about a year later, and told her we should do the Ouija board. So we set it up, candles, everything. Me, her, and her brother Andrew was with us. I remembered at that moment ZoZo. I thought at that moment – I shouldn’t have done this. I put my hands on the eye and Lizzie stupidly called me ZoZo. I yelled at her to shut up ! But, He came. I asked him why he hurt my friends and I, he just laughed. That made me angry, and he threw the eye at Andrew, which pissed him off. “Oh, god.” was all I was thinking. I knew this was a mistake.

We got a camera out and told him we wanted to see him. So he said sure. Take a picture of the board. So we did. All that came up was mist. I left the room, the house, the yard. I felt so sick. They say nothing happened after I left, but I know he’s there. Sometimes when I walk to her house, or past it, I see mist in the window. But no one there smokes except Andrew but he smokes outside or in his room. Also sometimes when I go inside I can feel something watching me, or feel a push, someone talking, or seeing mist or fog in the windows.

I mean every word I said. I swear on my life. Don’t play with the board. And don’t mess with ZoZo. I still call myself ZoZo, but now with shame, mixed with pride. I looked up ZoZo and saw I’m not the only one. I wonder sometimes how many people he’s killed! If you don’t believe me, then okay. Try it if you dare. But I warned you.

Sent in by Summer, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com