One day I came home from a book store I found in down town Orlando, they had a Ouija Board, mostly known as a spirit board. I started playing with one of my neighbors and everything was fine. We were asking questions like… where are you from? how old are you? when did you die? are you good or evil? and then we ask how many people are in the room. It told us 4. So it was, me and my neighbor that’s two, the spirit we were talking to that’s three, and then someone unknown 4. At first we thought it was one of us messing around but we let go of the board at the same time when we asked about the fourth and the glass started moving on its own saying to close the board. We did what it asked. We closed with five prayers, asking God to come in and close the board and bless the house we used it in.
Days passed. Nothing happened. So I decided to tell my mom what happened. Of course she was upset and she told me to never use it again. She said that our family has a bad history with the spirit board. I was shocked when she said “our family” and “bad history”. I never knew the story until now…
My great grandmother used the spirit board when she was in her late 20′s. She was always going to the board for advice, asking questions, trying to see past what was really there and then she started losing herself to the board. My great grandmother was starting to see things, objects moving around the house, and worse, something was always going inside her. A priest was called in and he called out the spirits and my great grand mother never played with the board again.
My mother heard this story from her mother and she never believed it until she started playing with it… She was in her late 20′s as well, her friend just brought a spirit board and my mother was up for anything. They had tons of fun with it, sometimes they would move it around themselves, until it noticed who was playing. My mom. The grand daughter of my great grand mother. It kept trying to ask my mother questions about her. Asking where is her grandmother. Why doesn’t she call the spirit out to play. My mom then remembered the story that was told to her and she closed the board game with prayers. Her friend was really upset because she never got an active spirit on the board.
The bad thing is… her friend kept playing with it. She tried to get rid of it but it kept coming back… everything you can think of she did. It was too late. So my mom tried to help her. So she played to close it. He was right. It knew who she was and it asked my mom to call it out. She said No! And then warned it to go away or she will get someone higher to do it. The spirit was upset. It wasn’t taking “crap” anymore from these two girls. It started moving objects around… moving the glass and making the room cold. My mom and her friend ran out of the house and called a priest and he cast it out. Her friend gave the spirit board to the priest and he handled it. My mother and her friend never touched one again.
After I heard the story I didn’t believe it. I thought she was trying to scare me, so I kept playing. My neighbor and me always got the same spirit. The good one who told us to close the board the first time. So we would ask how many people there was in the room it would just say 3. Also, we asked it to warn us if anyone else entered to let us know. He did. The glass was moving fast. Telling us to close! Not to open! It kept spelling evil, bad, 4 in room. So we were wondering who it could be. We didn’t listen. We asked the fourth who are you. It said “I am”. We asked if it was good or evil. It wouldn’t answer. Then we asked for the good spirit to talk and it wouldn’t. “I am” would just say “no”. We could tell the spirit was not good and he was strong because he wasn’t letting the other one talk. I started getting freaked out and then it was asking questions about me. Where my family is from and he knows me from somewhere but couldn’t remember. I jumped up in shock. I knew who he was! I ran out of the room into my mothers office crying saying I should have listened I’m sorry. She knew right away. She went to my room and then grabbed the spirit board and placed it in the middle of the living room. My neighbor was still lost and trying to fit the pieces together.
Once my mom went to get the bible I saw the glass moving and wrote “I know who you are now”. The glass started moving faster until my mom yelled “stop, I order you to stop!” I was hugging my friend scared to death and she was crying now. My mom started playing for it can get use to her and not try to get attach to me or my friend. Then my mom started saying prayers, casting it out, yelling at the board saying stuff like, “do what you want to me but not my child, not my child, your not going to touch” etc. Then she asked God to come in and clean the house and� then things started going crazy in the house. Flying objects, a noise like if someone were breathing hard and worse. I was slapped in the face. My mom got even more upset and placed the bible right on top of the board and prayed harder and harder and called God again. I was scared, frightened that it wouldn’t go away. But then I started praying. I don’t know why, I just did. My voice was clam, I felt calm. I felt good. Then all three of us held hands and started praying. In one minute it was all gone. I felt like new. It felt clean, good, etc. Then the board said “close”. I knew who it was. The good spirit we always talked to. I knew he was fine. Then my mom closed it and the house smelled so good. I think it was the smell of fresh roses. I loved it. My mom took the board and I never saw it again.
My life since has been different. I am more close to God and I believe what tried to get to my grandmother is still after my family. And my family will always have its guard up.
For those who read my story. You have been warned not to play with this board.
Sent in by “Ellen from Florida”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com