This happened to me and I have not used a Ouija board since.
My younger cousin usually spent the majority of her time at my house. I was thirteen, she two years younger. On this particular day we hung out with my eldest brother. Michelle my cousin had brought her Ouija board, the three of us too scared to play with it at night began using it mid-afternoon. We actually played jokes on one another by pushing the planchette making it say curses and things we normally wouldn’t be caught saying. We had no idea what would happen by doing this. I can honestly say what transpired over the following nights, I know was directly related to how we behaved when using the board.
We all fell asleep in the family room of my house. For whatever reason I woke up, I could tell it was late the house was silent. I decided to go up to my room instead of trying to go back to sleep on the hard floor. I remember turning my light on, grabbing my Newport’s sitting on the edge of my back having a smoke. My door to my room I left open when I came in. Suddenly I saw my mom in her white robe and our white German Shepard Heidi walk past my room and go down the hall. I called to my mom,no one answered me. I went out into the hall and followed them both as they went down the stair rounding the corner into our dining room and into the kitchen. When I got into the kitchen expecting them to be there, no one was there but the fridge door was wide open.
Scared, I hurried up slammed the door shut and bolted back up to my room. Sitting on my bed, too afraid to move I chewed on what had just happened. Then the footsteps started. These were not subtle, these were loud heavy footsteps. It was like whatever it was wanted me to hear it take every step. We had two sets of staircases. Once it hit the landing, the stomping continued up the second flight of stairs,down the hall past my room into my little brothers room next to mine. Then the banging on the wall that separated our rooms began. It was hard, shaking the house booms. I couldn’t believe that no one else could hear it. This went on for the rest of the night. Up and down the stairs, into the room, banging on the wall.
I didn’t tell anyone. The second night, my eldest brother came knocking on my door,he was now hearing and experiencing what I was. Again the stomping and banging carried on throughout the night. On the third night my mother finally heard it, it has woken her up. I think “it” was scared off because my mother was mean if you woke her up. She screamed “who the f is banging”. It did carry on for the duration of that night but it didn’t happen again after that. What scared me out of this the most was that this thing took the form of people in my family, not just my mom but my dog. All my life I have spent trying to figure these things out, how are these things even possible.
Sent in by Desmond, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com