Wall of Ice
My family (on mymother's side) has always seemed to have a connection to "theother side". Maybe it's because of this that all of my lifeI have been very interested in the super natural. I have owned aOuija board since I was in the fifth grade, and I have used aOuija board enough times to be able to tell when someone isfeeding me a line of b.s.. I don't know if anyone else hasnoticed this, but I find that if I bring up my experiences with aOuija board to others, I get stories like "Oh, I'll neveruse one of those things, my brother used one and it chased themaround the room, then they tried to burn it and it wouldn't burn,then they threw it away and it came back the next day." andso on. I am a true believer in the power of the Ouija, but I viewthe Ouija as simply a means of communication, not an evil force.
So, with that out of the way, here's my story.
I was about thirteen or fourteen and had been using my board withmy aunt in my grandmother's basement. My aunt was about 19 or so,and she had a son (my cousin) who was about 1 1/2 years old. Wehad been using the board every day for about two weeks and we hadreally seen some good action. On several of the occasions mylittle cousing would be fussy so instead of leaving him with mygrandmother upstairs, my aunt would bring him downstairs with us.We had asked about every question we could think of. Among otherthings, we were told that the entity we were talking to did notlike the green candle we were burning. I told us to get blackones (we never did). We also found that whoever we were talkingto wanted to be our only contact to the spirit world. No matterhow many times we asked, we could never get anyone else. After wehad exhausted all other avenues, we began asking questionsregarding relegion and God (something I normally try to avoid).The more questions we asked the more irritated the entity seemedto get. Soon, all we could get was the ever familiar "figure8" pattern.
During our question session, my little cousin would get bored andwant us to play ball with us (he had a plastic ball that was hisfavorite toy). We would throw his ball into the corner on theoposite side of the room from us and he would go get it. Thiswould give us time to ask a few questions without his interuption.After we seemed to have frustrated the board with religiousquestions, my cousin began bothering us to play ball. My auntthrew his ball into the usual corner and told him to go get it.He started for the ball, then stopped suddenly and begin toscream (not a normal cry from a board or grumpy child, this was ascream of pure terror.). He jumped into my aunt's lap and thencrawled to the other side of her so she was between him and theball. She told him to stop it, and put him on her other side andtold him to go get his ball. Again, he jumped into her lap andclimbed to the other side of her, continuing to scream the wholetime. The look of fear in his eyes was clear. I've never seen achild that young be so afraid of anything.
My aunt and I looked at each other and both knew what the otherwas thinking, ("something" is over there that only thechild can see). Not wanting to show any fear, my aunt and I stoodup and began walking toward the ball in the corner. We got aboutfive feet from the ball in the corner and we both stopped at thesame time. It felt like we had walked into a wall of ice. In allmy years of using my Ouija board, I have never felt anything thatevil. My aunt wanted to leave, but I wanted to know what it was.We sat back down and I asked what the presence was that was beingfelt so strongly. The answer was "6......................6..........................6".I have been told many times by the board that I am talking withSatan himself, but this is the only time I realy believe that hewas there. I quickly blew out the candle and ran like hell out ofthe room and up the stairs. As I reached the top of the stairs Iturned around to see that my aunt was not behind me. About 30seconds later she appeard at the bottom of the stairs carryingher son. I asked what the hell she was waiting for, what took herso long, she said that she couldn't pick up her son. He wassomehow stuck to the floor.
For the rest of the day I felt funny, like someone was watchingme. We went to the basement the next day and found everythingjust the way we left it. There was no evil presence that I couldfeel. I packed up my Ouija board and took it home. It would beseveral months until I got up the guts to use it again. I havehad many strange and unexplainable experiences since then whileusing the board, but I can honestly say that that was the onetime that I was trully scared.
If anyone has any scary (true) stories about their Ouijaexperiences, I would like to hear them.