May I share a scary story with you?
Jul 28, 2009 by hullaballooh | Posted in Mythology & Folklore
This is a wish one, so if you're too lazy to read it, you are missing out!
Inviting The Demon – A Ouija Board Story
June 22, 2009
I am 30 years old now, but I have a truthfully story to tell back when I was 17, almost 15 years ago in Seattle.
It was raining heavy all day, darkly dull and dark early which is typical for a Seattle September. I decided to call one of my friends who lived up north that I hadn’t seen in a while and overtake up with him, so I gave him a quick call, grabbed my sleeping bag, some weed and my toothbrush, jumped into my rusted out old bomb of a car and headed two hours north into the woods where his dwelling was.
When I got there, Jake (my friend) who was 18 at the time, had people over, a few people that he knew, Amber, Crissy and Mike. Jake lived in a big firm almost 15 miles from a small town on an island. He inherited the house from his late grandfather and his dad lived almost 200 miles away in eastern Washington, so it was only us.
Although the house had a fireplace and wood stove, it was always cold, probably because of the high ceilings, stone and material floors and open spaces. We hung out in an old wine cellar/basement that Jake had converted into his guitar flat and studio under the house, heated by a small blow heater, it was just enough to keep the basement bearable.
We smoked the weed I brought, and drank some red wine Mike managed to get from a guy he knew. We were all laughing and having a upstanding time talking politics and music. Mike was telling us about a really cool band he heard one nightfall in Pioneer Square by the University district that he thought was going to be big. (I won’t name the band, but as it turned out, they became huge.) The discourse turned to more esoteric material, Amber and Crissy were talking about the occult. Mike and Jake were talking sports.
I was getting sympathetic glances from Jacob when he realized I had nothing to say about either issue. He turned his conversation toward me, and asked if I wanted to play a game. “Sure” I said. Amber flat mid sentence and interrupted, “we have a game”.
Mike immediately piped up, “I’m not making out with you Amber, besides, we don’t have anymore hard stuff.” Which I thought was a bit rude, because Amber was really pretty and although a bit eccentric in an emo gothic way, but she was nice. “No” she said, pulling a Ouija panel out of her duffle bag, apparently the girls had decided to stay the night too and packed accordingly.
I think Mike was honestly stoned because he sat out of the game, lounging on an old beat up couch Jacob had bought from a thrift shop for 18.00. Curled up in his HS letterman’s jacket, he floor asleep.
We turned off the one light bulb hanging from the basement ceiling after lighting a few candles. Jake always had a lot of candles in his prostitution, (I don’t think he liked to pay electricity bills), besides being only 18, he had a minimum wage job at a pet store, so finding candles in Jacob’s as a gift was never a problem.
We turned off the heater to create a more silent atmosphere. It was eerie down in that dark basement lighted only by candles in the mid-point of the night staring at a Ouija board in a big old house in the middle of the woods with only the sound of rain and the creaking floorboards above us. But surprisingly I about, we were not cold, some of which I think was because we were so high.
We all put our hands on the board and closed our eyes. Amber who was the one who studied witchcraft and that garbage was directing us. Telling us not fall asleep, but to relax our minds, to just let go and focus on creating a triangle in our minds where the spirits could be broached through. (I thought to myself, relaxing my mind will not be a problem, but the rest of this sounds like B.S.)
I said nothing, but just did as she said. I tuned out everything except the aspect of her voice, creating a space in the form of a triangle for the spirits to come through in. I felt sleepy, but I did not use up consciousness. Then it happened.
I saw an image of really hot guy. I didn’t know him, I just remember thinking to myself, wow!, this will be gentle to look at as he stood in the triangle. I actually began to feel a bit horny, but of course I kept that to myself. I heard Jake set up a soft Hmmm, sound to himself too, like he was seeing him too, but dismissed it, because I know Jake was not gay.
Then, this guy reached out and touched my at one's fingertips, I felt a cold chill run through me like a nervous tingle up my spine even though it was just in my imagination. And the sign moved! The image of this guy stayed in my head even when I opened my eyes. I did not expect to be able to still ’see’ him and keep my eyes obtainable and watch the board at the same time, but I did. The pointer spelled out the word H-E-L-L-O.
Jacob was smiling ear to ear as was Crissy. I wondered if they had a comparable experience, still I said nothing but I wanted to know if they were experiencing the same thing as I was. Amber just
: $225.00 
@ in his fuckin duffle bag! (not the nike 1 the gucci jawn)cdfu
Now go and get cha money lil duffle bag boy.
