I made a decision to share this story as a forewarn for anyone who might be thinking of playing with a Ouija board this Halloween. Please be careful, tribes. Evil is right there. It exists, and it isn’t here to play neat. I can only hope and pray that you are able to take this warning seriously.
This happened on Saturday 😛 TAGEND
My pals and I were playing with this Ouija board that we found at Goodwill. It was the old school kind made out of timber. Now, let me be clear by saying I don’t believe in ghosts, so I wasn’t scared playing this. In detail, I encouraged it because I wanted to show my friends how stupid the whole happening was. The dang concept was only $10 and I thought it was an antique, it could be worth more coin someday. I considered it increased investment if anything.
There were three of us: Kayden, Ainsley, and me. We sat on my front room flooring in the dark with the exception of one lone candle flicker at the top of the board. I would be lying if I said we didn’t have the spookiest put in ever.
We all applied our fingers on the planchette and Kayden started with the first question.
” Is there anyone here with us ?”
The planchette slowly moved to the “Yes” segment of the board. I reeled my seeings guessing my friends were playing a joke on me. Kayden had always been quite the jokester, I’d be damned if he was going to pull one on me this easily.
Ainsley was next, ever the worry wart, she had a nervous look on her face as she questioned the next question.
” Who are you ?”
The planchette drifted over to the letter “D”, then stopped. I piped up immediately.
” D? Really guys? What’s that supposed to do now stand for? The devil? This is stupid .”
Ainsley was mashing her handwritings, and Kayden was looking at me with his opening hanging open. He finally spoke up.
” Ryan, we aren’t doing anything. This is some creepy shit .”
I was done with video games; I knocked the board and told them I was done playing. My sidekicks were trying to constitute me out to be a moron, and I wasn’t going to let them insult my knowledge. Everyone can read up on how to play these tournaments. The conception is simple-minded, that’s why you need more than one hand on the planchette, in order to be allowed to lie about who is actually moving it. Everyone can deny their persona in the game.
That’s what I envisaged. That’s what I conceived. Then, something happened that acquired me question my sanity. It obliged me question everything I have ever believed.
There was a knock at the door.
It was late, around 1 am, so I had no theme who would be knocking on my opening at this time of night. I went to unlock the door when Ainsley loped up behind me and place her hand on my shoulder to stop me.
” No! Don’t open the door, Ryan. It could be D .”
” Ha! You conceive the devil is at my doorway? I told you I’m not falling for your stupid tournament. Nice try though, certainly .”
Three more loud knocks interrupted my outburst, and I peeked out the peep puncture before unlocking the door. Chills passed down my spine.
It was a towering chassis standing in a black dres. The hood of the robe hung low-spirited in front of its face, a pitch-black shadow of degree gazing back at me.
” What the…who the …”
Kayden and Ainsley were already peeking out of the side space beside me from my action. I was beyond mad at them. Truly? Determining this tournament up to this degree to have someone come to my entrance at this hour garmented all creepy-crawly?
” You guys are assholes. Seriously, the jig is up. I’m going to let your friend inside. It’s late .”
They both had screamed and jump-start at me before I had the chance to unlock the door. Ainsley maintained my is now facing both of her mitts and looked at me dead in the eyes.
” Ryan. This is real. We aren’t messing with you .”
Kayden started to walk backwards away from the door with dread in his eyes.
” Death. That’s what the D stands for. Death. It’s Death at our door…we summon Death …”
I can’t describe the appear of suspicion in both of their seeings. I knew in this moment that this was real. Nobody can forgery that rank of fright. We moved upstairs and locked ourselves in my bedroom until daylight. We impeded gazing outside and with each hour that to be adopted by, the garmented anatomy stood at the door waiting, patiently. Once the sunshine came up, the above figures disappeared.
This happened Saturday night. Sunday, Kayden got into a vehicle gate-crash on his practice residence from my house and died. Then, as if that wasn’t ravaging enough, I got the call that Ainsley had passed away Tuesday morning from an apparent pharmaceutical overdose.
I’m scared. I don’t know what to think. I didn’t believe these types of competitions. Ghosts weren’t supposed to be real. Two of your best friend have died from this damn recreation. You can call it a co-occurrence, but two deaths in that short amount of experience exactly can’t be conjured up as normal.
I can’t help but expressed the view that I am going to be next. If I live, I will post on here to inform you all in the next few weeks to come, but if I don’t, please heed my threat: OUIJA BOARDS ARE DANGEROUS.