This is a real account of some events that took place in 1992. At the time I was 16 years old and I and some friends were experimenting with ouija boards. We never actually had a real board but made our own out of paper letters and numbers etc and used a glass tumbler as a planchette.
One time we all hooked up at some flat in west London. The flat belonged to an alcoholic middle aged man who's name was Jimmy. We used to take Jimmy a few cans of beer so that we could all go round his flat and chill and he always welcomed us. One day when Jimmy was really drunk he went to sleep in another room whilst we all set up the Ouija board on his wooden table. There were six of us but only four took part including myself. We lit four candles on each corner of the table and off we went by calling out to the spirit of Marco Polo the famous explorer.
After around a minute or so the glass started moving in a figure of eight pattern. We kept asking if he was present in the room and suddenly the glass went to 'yes'. We were all very excited and nervous and began lighting cigarettes using the candle flame. My eye caught my friends shadow on the wall and I noticed that his hair looked like two horns on his head. I jokingly said "Hey Suhail you look like Satan" and everyone started giggling. When I put my cigarette in the glass ashtray the ashtray split into four pieces. This freaked everyone out real bad.
We all immediately ran for the door and a few of us actually fell over in our effort to leave the flat. That same night whilst sleeping me suddenly awoke for no apparent reason. The time was 3:45am, I felt uneasy for some reason and sat up in bed thinking to go downstairs and get a glass of water. As I turned my head I became aware of a dark robed figure around 4ft tall at the end of my bed, I freaked out and tried to shout at it when all of a sudden I was pushed with extreme force onto my bed and felt a great weight on my body. I remember my arms were yanked to my side and I couldn't move nor scream. This lasted around 30 seconds or so and all the while I heard this strange high pitched sound in my ears.
During this horrible phase I actually began thinking that I'm dying but slowly this noise faded out and I was able to move again. I was very freaked out at what I just experienced and sat up for another 2 hours not daring to move until 6am when my father got up and I called to him to come to my room. He switched the light on and came in. I told him what had happened, at first he said I must've been dreaming but then he said that demons do exist and I could have been followed home by one.
We both went downstairs and he made me a cup of tea and then he briefly went to the shed and came back with a wall hanging of a verse from the Quran called 'Ayat up Kursi' (verse of the throne). He told me to hang that in my room and that whatever I saw wouldn't dare return. I did just as my father told me and never had that particular experience again in that house although I did have some very weird dreams where I saw the real form of the djinn that was after me. Since that time I have married and have 2 beautiful children but I have been marred by bad luck which I believe could be attributed to my past meddling with Ouija boards. In the last 6 years I have had three other crazy encounters with what I believe were demonic forces but these are other accounts that I will write about in due time.
Thank you all for reading and may God protect you all.