My story begins when I was about 8 years of age. My sister Christina and her friend were babysitting me, but were messing with their Ouija board. My mother had thought they had gotten rid of this weeks beforehand but, to no avail.

My mother had told my sister of things that had happened to her when she was younger and swore that it brings bad presences through which follow you and are hard to get rid of. They were in the bedroom in the closet with candles around the board asking it questions like: who? what? where? and when? The board gave them an answer. I can't remember the name of the person but, it also gave and address. It was on to a location on the main road North Anthony Blvd. in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Her and her friend were determined to find out what this thing wanted to tell them. She packed the Ouija board up and had me get my shoes on to go with her. So we drove around looking for the address and it was really late and dark already. They finally found the address the "Thing" as I like to call it gave them. It was a cemetery. This alone just freaks me out to this day.

They take me with them into almost the center of the cemetery. We passed many statues and grave stones along the way. I was sitting by someone's head stone waiting patiently for them to finish was they were doing. The name given to them was next to them and they had placed candles all around and on top of it.

They began to ask it more questions. I'm not really sure what but, I do remember a few moments later, my sisters friend is struck with terror of something that was said to them.

Suddenly, the candles blew out and they turned to see one of the statues of an angel was looking right at us. It was originally facing the other side of the cemetery. They ran screaming leaving me behind. I got up and just remember the terror that went through my body when I saw this thing. The face was so white, and the eyes were hollowed out and black but, I could still feel that is was staring at me. Its mouth was open, almost like it was trying to say something. It terrified me. I ran out of there so fast and never wanted to ever go back. Years later I still have been trying to see if I can find any pictures of it online, but I haven't seen any yet.

My aunt told me a similar story that happened to her. To keep it short she was messing with the Ouija board as a teenager with a friend and they saw the white face in a window. She claims to have seen it for many years before finally getting baptized before her wedding and she never saw it again. I just wonder is this face good? Bad? I wish I could hear more from others with a similar tale. If anyone has seen it let me know. Thanks again.

Possessed By A Ouija Board 

Okay so I've always been quite a strong believer of all paranormal-related things, my whole family on my mothers side are psychic in some way or another. My sister, myself, my mother, my aunt, and my nan all have had psychic dreams ever since we can remember, my great-grandmother was possessed by a Ouija Board for about 10 years, and my family must be some sort of attraction to the paranormal because there is not one person on my mother's side who has not witnessed a paranormal happening before.

I've seen strange things before, especially in my great-grandmothers house where I grew up as a child, I slept in the one room that wasn't warm, that had a strange sense about it that wasn't normal, and I often saw shadows and heard unexplained sounds in that room.

Haunted Mirror Portal to Spirits Maybe? 

Alright, it's a long story, so get some popcorn if you fancy. I've been living in this apartment for a year now. Some time after I moved, I found a mirror inside my closet, it was a full body mirror so I decided to keep it and put it on my room's wall. It seemed ordinary until recently, a couple of months ago, I was staring at the mirror at night, the lights were off, and I thought I saw something strange, so I approached, and I started seeing weird things, for example I would see myself having black holes for eyes and mouth, type of holes that kind of absorb everything including light, and also smiling, I would also see some demon, and etc. I ignored it though.

One day, me and my friend decided to visit this big oratory in our city, and in the former house of a monk there was this locked room in which my friend felt there was a bad presence, she walked away, when I was alone I was able to open the door, I was too scared to go in, when I called my friend to come with me, I couldn't open the door anymore. I think that same day we used a Ouija board, we contacted a spirit named Amun Frast, he said he wanted to talk again some day. We tried to contact him again afterwards, he was talking about some stuff that he couldn't do while he was alive, something important about helping the world, but he was murdered. This seemed weird to me since I also want to do something to help out the world at some point in my life.

In other Ouija séances we seem to contact anonymous spirits that only spell nonsense. When we tried to contact Frast again he seemed to have changed personality and he seemed to know too much about me, I believe it wasn't him, but the spirit left and later another one came, claiming to be Frast, which he probably was since he acted more like it and simply wanted to talk, he said again he wanted to talk later about something important, he gave us a date, this was at my friend's house. A weird thing that happens with the Ouija board is that the jewel we use to point out the letters sometimes places itself on one of the eyes of the medium drawn on the board, other times it goes to the moon, other times, usually when there's a bad presence it goes out of the board to point at stuff.

Anyways, later on, we had another séance, that date, to talk to Frast, this time at my place. It didn't act like Frast, we told it to tell us who it was, it insisted on being Frast, we insisted it was a lie, it said it was Satan, then it didn't really respond, it tried to open portals (aka. making 8 or 0-shaped movements) we didn't let it, it also tried to go to bye but we held the jewel firmly, then it was moving towards my mirror, we didn't let it once again, I turned the mirror so that it would be facing the floor, then the spirit said it was in the room, and that it was inside my friend, I thought to myself "yeah sure" so I stomped the mirror with my foot and my friend said she felt a stinging in her stomach when I did, the pointer insisted on heading towards the mirror, so we put the board on top of the mirror, but didn't let the jewel touch it(the mirror). Then it started doing weird movements, it looked like he was opening another portal. Afterwards, we heard an unusually evil child laugh, it came from somewhere in the room, then the board spelled some things that I can't recall and said bye.

I tried to contact Frast by myself later that night, but I didn't get anything, although, when I turned the board to one side I saw a flash of light for a fraction of second, if I turned it to the other direction I'd see a flash of darkness for an even shorter time than the light one, I sometimes see those flashes at random moments ever since, not often though. Me and my friend haven't had any other séances, but she says she sees some weird stuff at her place from time to time. I was wondering what should I do next?

I still have the mirror, I'm not getting rid of it since I believe there's more to it, I really want to find out what this is all about, but I don't know how. Btw, if you think my friend's the one moving the jewel because the spirit knows a lot about me, she's not, the spirit has said a couple of things I haven't told her, her fingers barely touch the jewel, and sometimes it even rotates, the board has also rotated a little by itself once, we weren't touching it, we were inside the house and it was not a windy day. Any kind of help appreciated.

Dream or Not? Playing with the Ouija Board 

One night I was having this weirdly vivid dream (if it was a dream). This shadow came over me and I woke up freaked out and realized that I could not speak. I felt as if someone's hands were clamping my jaw shut so I could not speak. I am a strong believer in Jehovah as I am a Jehovah witness so I was trying to scream out his name to help me but it seemed the harder I tried the harder he clamped my jaw shut. I was so terrified I started to cry. I then shot up screaming the name Jehovah and had night sweats all over.

Another experience I had was when I was playing with my homemade Ouija board. It was my very first time playing with the Ouija board. I had my brother Joshua and my boyfriend Steven do this with me. I asked if there was anything in the room that wanted to talk to us and at first there was no response so I asked again and started to see it slowly moving as if it was decided whether to talk to us or not. I asked again and it moved on hello. I told it hello and asked who it was.

She said her name was miz jugz and didn't want to talk long so later on in the night I tried again and it moved on hello. I told it hello and asked who this was this time but it would not tell me its name. It said it was a girl and she was 9 years old. She said her mom killed her in my brothers room because she was sick and suffering. She was born in 1949 and said she was born on March 23rd which is my boyfriends birthday which is ironic since how she's completely obsessed with him. She even admitted it.

She told Steven that his dad was going to die on his birthday and swore to never hurt him and claimed to be in love with Steven. I asked her if she liked me and she said no. I guessed it was because of jealousy since I was going out with the person she claimed to love. She kept saying all these abbreviations and would not tell us what they meant unless I left the room. So I did.

I came back in and my boyfriend and brother looked terrified so I asked them what she said. They told me that she wanted Steven to kill me with an axe and if he didn't then she would. I was freaked out that whole night. I then asked her if she was the one who pushed the spring box mattress on my boyfriends head the previous night and she said no. I asked her who did it and she said miz jugz. I asked her who miz jugz was and she said Satan. After that experience I don't like sleeping in rooms alone and always have to have my boyfriend with me. But I cant seem to stop playing with the Ouija board.

Can't Hide Secrets from Ouija 

One summer, three middle school boys discovered a Ouija board in a trash bin outside a local apartment building. Tom, the oldest, was terribly cruel to the younger boy, Josh. He would often punch Josh jokingly in the arm, but so hard that it would bruise. Other times he would call Josh stupid or a "retard". The third boy, Chris, would avoid the abuse by remaining silent. Secretly Chris and Josh disliked Tom's behavior, but they tolerated it because they had no other friends.

That summer, the three boys took the discovered Ouija board to Tom's house where he was alone most of the time anyway. His father was always working, and his mom had passed away years earlier. As the three boys sat in the middle of the living room with their hands on the planchette, they became bored after twenty minutes of waiting. When they were just about to give up, the planchette budged. Finally it spelled out "G-E-T A-W-A-Y".

"Get away? I live here," Tom barked. The planchette started moving more briskly in a figure eight.

"N-O-W!"

"That's weird. I wonder what it means?" Chris said, glancing at Tom and Josh. He looked back at the board.

"Where should we go?" Chris asked.

"I-T H-U-R-T-S..."

"This is stupid," Tom said. He looked at Josh and Chris, "You guys are doing this..let's test it. Josh, let go"

Josh removed his hands from the planchette.

"Now ask it a question that only you will know," Tom ordered.

Josh immediately asked, "Who's the person who keeps hitting me?"

Tom gave Josh a nasty glare, but the planchette was already moving quickly.

"A-S-K T-O-M," it answered.

"This is stupid," Tom said.

"D-A-D," the board spelled.

"Huh?" Chris said, staring at the board. "I think this question is for Tom." He glanced up at Josh and they exchanged confused expressions.

"D-A-D," it spelled again. Tom's breathing started to race, his face turned red and sweat formed on his brow.

"D-A-D," it spelled a third time. Tom jumped up and ran from the room crying. It was the first time Josh and Chris had ever seen or heard Tom cry. They only learned a few days later that Tom's father routinely abused him. Somehow, the Ouija board knew Tom's innermost secret.

The Ouija Board Did It 

In 1935, a man shot his wife four times in the back. Arrested by police at the time of the incident, the 78-year-old husband described his stressful relationship with his wife following her consultation with a Ouija board. His wife claimed to receive messages during weekly consultations of his infidelity with a neighboring woman. The board allegedly told her that he gave the woman a great deal of money. After each consultation, the wife would give her husband a dark look and announce that she'd caught him in yet another lie.Over the course of several weeks, the wife tied him to the bedposts with wires and whipped his body with knotted ropes. She used a burning poker to wound him and stabbed him in the shins with a knife. Finally, under the brunt of bodily torture, he confessed anything she wanted to hear when she put a gun to his head. Satisfied by his confession, she left the gun on the nightstand. Freed, yet still terrified, the husband seized the gun and shot her in the back before she could inflict any further harm. The courts ruled the murder a justifiable homicide since the husband was reasonably in fear for his life.

PREDICTION 

My story took place in Cambridge, Minnesota in 2006 when I was 12 years old. I had just started 7th grade. I had a combination of two types of paranormal things happen. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was bored. My best friend Becca was over. We took out the Ouija board I got last Christmas. I had asked the board, "What was I in my past life?" I was joking, thinking that these things didn't really exist. The board started to spell out REBECCA LYNN PELTZERMILLER WAS THERE. That's all it said.

We tried asking another question. "Will I meet anyone else in my past life here?" It spelled out YES. "Who?" we both asked. VINCENT DANIEL DOUGLASS.

Two years passed add I had met no Vincent Douglass. I just joined the musical Annie and - you guessed it - the guy I acted with was named Danny Douglass. It was very strange. We had never met before, but I felt like we had known each other all our lives. That was when I remembered the forgotten Ouija board. So I asked him if Danny was his real name. He laughed and said his first name was Vincent, a family name that had been passed down through generations. I was definitely shocked.

THE WINGED SHADOW 

This incident occurred about 13 years ago when I was 15 in a city near Perth, Western Australia. At the time, several strange things were happening, which I believed had to do with a seance my friend and I had played around with. Nothing much exciting happened during the seance, and to be honest I thought my friend was pushing the glass and never thought much of it - until I began waking up at 3:15 a.m. every morning with a genuine sensation of total terror.

I would lie awake in my bed with the covers over my head as I had a strange sensation of being watched and was afraid of what was in my room with me. I would lie there like that until the sun came up. I was always terrified of looking in a certain direction, and upon inspection I found the glass which had been used in the seance. This took me by surprise as the glass had been disposed of, so I was certain that the glass was the reason for my sleepless nights. I once again disposed of the glass; however, I kept experiencing the same feelings, and once again upon inspection came across the same glass that I had already thrown in the garbage twice. This time I was determined to get rid of it, so I took it outside and smashed it on the ground.

I continued waking at 3:15 a.m. to the minute every night without fail, and I started seeing strange, dark shadows. The shadows started as perfect black balls, which would circle my room, then seem to disappear through my window. I put this off to paranoia and lack of sleep and simply tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, still with my head under the covers.

Other people started noticing the shadow, too, and at normal waking hours, saying that the end of the house where my room was seemed a bit creepy. Gradually, the shadows seemed to get bigger, but I continued to ignore them... until one night.

The family dog woke me, again at 3:15 a.m. He was sitting next to my bed and he was making a crying sound. I figured the dog needed to go out, so got up and let him outside. As soon as I was back in bed, the dog was at my window, squeaking and carrying on, so I got back up and let him back inside. The dog followed me to my room and once again sat by my bed whimpering. I then took him back outside, and even though he sat at my window still crying, I made him stay out there for a bit, because I didn't want him coming back in and waking me up.

I eventually gave in and let the dog back inside. The bathroom light was on, letting light flood the hallway as I walked back to my room, where the dog started growling. I moved closer to the bathroom door so the dog could see it was me, as I was worried he was growling at my shadow. I called him up to me as he was still growling and said, "Hey, it's only me. Come here. What's the matter?" The dog walked slowly toward me, still growling, and sat next to my leg, growling at something behind me.

In a flash, my thoughts raced to, Oh my god, there is someone in the house... and turned around and started running down the hallway. What I saw was something that has never left my mind and something no one has ever believed when I have told them. I saw what seemed like a huge bird. It had huge outstretched wings that would have touched the roof and almost the floor. Its body ended where the wings did and neither seemed to touch the ground. As it followed me down the hallway, the wings stayed outstretched and it seemed to glide as it moved. I did notice a small head in between the wings, but no features that I recall, and the head seemed hooded rather than round and connected to the body without a neck. The creature seemed more shadow like than of flesh, and as much I have tried to put it down to my own shadow, I am certain that what I experienced and saw was real and could have in no way been my own shadow. I remember mostly the wings and the enormity of them as they towered over me and how it moved as it followed after me, until it slipped into another room.

I am not sure what happened to it after this, but my sister, who was older and didn't believe in anything paranormal, had some strange experiences involving a black shadow and some kind of sleep paralysis, where she was surrounded by a bunch of people laughing at her as the black shadow circled over top. 

MY "BROTHER," WIZ 

I've been using the Ouija board for almost seven years now and have had very few bad experiences, and none that I would consider evil. I do have one particular entity that I talk to pretty regularly named Wiz. He claims to be my spirit guide. He also claims to be my brother from a previous life - in 700s Scandinavia! He's not really good with numbers. I haven't been able to get any winning lottery numbers from him yet, but he is decent at telling me about events yet to come, at least to an extent.

Sometimes, he would tell me what he thought I wanted to hear, but there is the occasional nugget he does give me. Before May of 2008, my wife had never used a Ouija in a serious attempt to contact the other side. After convincing her that it was safe, in May '08 in Columbia, South Carolina, she and I managed to make contact with Wiz. Wiz and I were old friends by then, and although she had heard me talk about him, she had never talked to him herself.

Wiz told us that she would get pregnant and would be due in June of '09. By October, I had nearly forgotten all he said, my notes tucked away along with notes for the novel I'm working on. We found out at the end of October that she's pregnant, and at the time of the first doctor's appointment she was due July 1st. During the second doctor's visit, the doctor adjusted the due date to June 23! About a week later, I was going through my novel notes and found the ones from the Ouija conversation. I nearly fell out of my chair.

Wiz has given me the whole backstory for my novel - my life in 700s Scandinavia - and has, I feel, kept watch over me as I work on it. My novel is currently on HarperCollins' online slushpile, but Wiz has told me that HarperCollins will not like it but it will be picked up by another publisher. Whether or not he's right about that, I don't know. Whether or not he's right about anything, I don't know. Whether or not I'm just reading too much into coincidences, I don't know. Is it my subconscious that has told me these things? I don't know, but if it is, wouldn't that be an amazing thing in and of itself?

The Joys of the Ouija Board 

My first exposure to the Ouija Board was when I was 8 years old. 

My sister lived in the country in a very old house and my mother and father took me to visit on the occasional weekend. 

My sister considered herself a "conductor" or medium and said she could guarantee an enjoyable time with the Ouija Board. 

Now my Dad liked to get drunk and fall asleep on the couch in the evenings, so mum, my sister and me would use this time to play on the Ouija Board. 

My first experience concerned a contact my sister made with a person called Nanna Sharples. 

I was terrified. 

My mum wasn't involved but was watching and she almost had a heart attack. 

This person was a violent figure in my mother's past. 

She had never mentioned this name to my sister or others in the family because of how much it hurt her to remember. 

Let's just say it got mum's attention. 

Mum decided to get involved and we all put our finger on the glass. 

The glass was spinning aimlessly around the board. 

Sometimes fast, sometimes very fast. 

Now you can imagine the noise the glass makes on the table. 

My dad was asleep and we were all sitting at the table asking "is anybody there?" continuously. 

Suddenly my dad sat up and said "if somebody is there could they please keep the noise down so I can bloody sleep!" Bad move! The glass was flung from the table and into the wall. 

Shattered. We all decided to call it a night. 

I went to bed and almost immediately started to have a series of terrible nightmares. 

I was dreaming of being pinched and scratched. 

When I woke up throughout the night I could feel burning on my legs and torso. 

The next morning I was having a shower and I looked at myself in the mirror and I was covered in scratches and bruises. 

I showed my mum and she began to get hysterical. 

It turned out that this was something that she attributed to her Nanna Sharples doing to her when she was a child. 

It seemed that her Nanna would punish her sadistically by pinching her and scratching her. 

All the while laughing. We left the country house and returned to the city. 

I didn't have those dreams again. 

Worse was to come. 

One night I went to bed around 8pm. 

I could hear scratching in my wardrobe. 

I sat up and saw the door open slightly then slam shut. 

The scratching continued. 

I could feel a rush of pins and needles coming over me as I lay in that bed (I am feeling them again now as I write.) I was hiding under the covers and I could hear what sounded like laughing coming from under my bed. 

I was being poked through the mattress and I am talking poked! I was being prodded and the mattress started to move violently beneath me. 

I yelled for my mum and dad. 

They came into the room and naturally could not find a damn thing. 

So frustrating. I was attending a Catholic School and decided to mention my story at the next Show and tell. 

I had nothing to show, but I had plenty to tell. 

The teacher called me out after class and we both went to see the Parish Priest. 

I gave a recount of my story to him and he sat there just studying me. 

He told me that he believed everything I said. 

He told me that it would happen again to me but not to be scared. 

He told me to say out loud "I cover myself in the blood of Jesus Christ who died for our sins" Anyway I didn't quite know what to make of all this but it was easy to remember. A couple of nights later I was lying in bed and I could feel my chest tighten and the pins and needles returning. 

I quickly remembered those magic words and I have to be honest and tell you that the pins and needles went away and the tightness I was feeling subsided. 

I wasn't bothered again. 

Now the story doesn't end yet. 

I was having a sleepover at my cousin's house and it was in the middle of summer. 

His bedroom was quite warm and we had a fan going to keep it cool. 

We decided to tell scary stories and of course I decided to bring out the old Nanna Sharples Story for him. 

Bad and stupid move. 

The room went so cold that we were both shivering under the covers of our beds and we saw a dark shadow creep across the ceiling in his bedroom. 

I thought it was my eyes but my cousin made the comment just as I was thinking it was only me that saw it. 

I quickly brought out the trusty old sentence the priest had told me and my cousin caught on pretty quick. 

Once again the room was warm and it seems to actually get brighter in the room. 

I think the dark presence had been in the room observing us for a while because it was like my eyes had re-adjusted from dilation. I guess now I have told this story I will probably have to say those words before I sleep tonight. 

Sleep well...