Abandoned House
About three yearsago a friend and I were what you would call obsessed with theOuija board. We would search out spooky places and try to contactdifferent ' spirits. We were using a Parker Brothers board andhaving our spooky moments. One day we bought an authentic boardat an antique shop in town and we were so excited.
My friend Chelsea, a guy Dave, his sister and I all hiked up alittle hill one night in the middle of the winter. We hiked to alittle deserted shack that lay empty in the woods in Ogunquit.The police had kept it off limits because high school kids likedto play around and have parties there. But we ignored the keepout signs and proceeded in.
As we went in we explored the place. There was three rooms: akitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. The kitchen looked old anddecrepid, with broken glasses and a rotted out door. The bedroomlooked right out of a horror flick with the roof caved in likesomething had fallen through it, though it was probably just snowcollapsing from the weight. The living room was the most normallooking area with a fireplace and a large, open hardwood floor.It looked the most comforting so that is where we sat.
All four of us sat down and placed the Ouija board so that it wastouching all of us. We placed two fingers each on the planchetteand closed our eyes trying to call andy spirit listening. Therewas no answer at first but after a while the planchette began tomove.
It moved very slow at first but picked up momentum as it went. Weall sort of looked at each other in amazement. Soon theplanchette started spelling out words. "M-R-X" and thanit would stop. "T-E-X" and it repeated itself manytimes. So we started calling the spirit Tex or Mr. X and one at atime started asking questions.
To be very honest I don't remember what we asked and what went onfor a while. But I'll never forget when the planchette took abreak. It just randomly stopped, and of course we continued toask what was wrong and why he stopped talking. Just silence for awhile and then the planchette started moving again. This time itspelled out "F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-G-E-T-A-W-A-Y" and theplanchette quickly ran off the board. At this same time a pieceof the celling came down right behind Dave, who was sitting backtowards the bedroom.
As if reading each others minds we said "goodbye" andjumped up, running out the door. We still had to hike down thehill in the snow and get to the car. First out the door was Dave,with me and his sister behind. Chelsea took the longest becauseshe had to gather the board and the planchette.
As we headed down the hill, I heard Chelsea yell something, but Iignored her and proceeded halling ass down the hill. When we gotin the car we all sat, breathing heavily, scared out of our minds.I had forgotten about Chelsea's yell until she brought it upagain.
She opened her jacket and there was a red mark on the back of herneck. She said on the way down she had been hit with a snowballor a piece of ice and was asking if we did it to scare her. Butwe couldn't have because we were in frount of her and she was hitfrom the back.
We dismissed the incident and went our separate ways that night.Our interest in the Ouija board started to dwindle after that,but we still tried every once and again to contact a spirit. Butwe never tried again to go to the Mr. X house, though we spokeand thought of it often.