I will start by apologizing to everyone that helped me so much with their comments when I was at my worst. I know that several of them were eager to know what happened, and I wish I could have come on here more often to tell them. But to tell the truth, I went through absolute HELL and getting on any website was the least of my worries.
It's been two years since I was a complete idiot and messed around with a Ouija board. I was fifteen then, and now at the age of seventeen I look back and I don't know what I was thinking. I don't claim to know everything now, but I feel my experiences have matured me to an extent I might not have reached had I not gone through what I did.
My last update was about how I was going to go to a minister for advice, and I did do that the very next day. What happened is something that I still feel like came out of a horror movie, and I still have nightmares about it.
For the sake of the people in the town I grew up in (I have moved from there now, but I will go into more detail on that shortly) I am not going to say the town name or what type of church it was, but I discovered that it was NOT what it claimed to be.
Instead of going to the main minister of the church my grandparents went to I decided to visit the church across town, so he wouldn't tell my family. No one really knew what time mass was, so I showed up at around five in the afternoon because I figured service would be over and I could meet with him privately. I walked into the small front area and found it empty, but I heard a voice so I walked back into the minister's private room.
What I saw there is hard to recount. Even sitting here typing it I feel sick to remember, but I feel it needs to be said. The 'minister' was standing in a small group of people who sat in a circle, and in the middle was a woman writhing like she was in agony. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her hair was wild like she'd been tearing at it, and her back was bent to an unnatural angle. As soon as I entered the room she started shrieking like some sort of wounded animal, pointing at me and then speaking in a voice that just couldn't have been her voice and in a language that wasn't English or anything I had ever heard.
I ran for my life, absolutely terrified. I haven't said a word about what I saw to anyone, too afraid that it would result in some kind of old-world witch hunt through the town. For example, in the circle was a woman that used to be at my grandparent's house every weekend for card games. How could I tell anyone that their friends and neighbors were into whatever the hell that was?
As I read back over what I've written it sounds unrealistic and - again, like a horror movie - but I swear to God that it's all real.
That's another point I'd like to make: before what I went through I was a skeptic in pretty much everything. Now I still do not attend church, but I am devout in my faith and I pray every morning and every night and periodically through the day.
When I saw what those people were doing in that 'church' (I still don't know what it was. Demonic possession, séance, witchcraft. I honestly don't want to know), I went into sort of a shell. I was depressed and everyone saw a change in me, and I came dangerously close to taking my own life. What I saw wasn't the worst of it, either.
The demonic presence that attached to me through the Ouija (I firmly believe that's what it was now) kept growing stronger. My mother believed I was self-mutilating because of all the cuts, burns, and bruises on my body. It was ALL that thing.
I didn't sleep for days at a time. When it was dark in my room and I was alone it would lay down in bed next to me and whisper disgusting things. It said it was going to rape my mother and sister and make me watch, then kill them and do the same to me. It would choke me until I was on the brink of suffocation, and I would cry so loudly my mother would come in and then it would leave. She thought I was going crazy, and so did I.
It tore my room apart constantly. I gave up trying to clean it up, and so did my mother. All of my books and old stuffed animals were destroyed, same for my blankets and pillows. I ended up sleeping on a bare mattress, even when it was freezing in the middle of winter.
It attacked me continuously for six more months. There is only once picture of me from that time, and I look like a completely different person. My sister took it, and she showed it to me after we moved and I almost laughed. I'd lost a good fifteen to twenty pounds, was covered in bruises, looked dirty and tired, and there is an unmistakable shadow behind me on the wall that couldn't be mine. I keep the picture so I can remember what I've been through for the times when I want to think it was all a bad dream.
Just before my junior year of high school was going to start my mother decided I was acting so strange because I didn't like my friends (even though I had none since everything started), and moved us away. Almost as soon as we crossed the town line I felt a weight lifted off of me, and I started crying and laughing so hard my mom pulled over. I jumped out of the car and got violently sick, then a few hours later I ate more than I had in one sitting for all that time. I knew without a doubt it was gone. And it was.
Now I firmly believe that whatever haunted me was a part of that town, and all because of whatever is going on in that 'church'. I haven't told my friend (the one whose house this all started at) why I won't come back, but she knows she can only come visit me. I will NEVER go back there.
So that is my story, and I wonder if it sounds insane. To me it is all so real that I can't tell, but maybe I sound crazy. But I swear it's all true and I just want people to know what's happened to me. And for anyone who reads this, DO NOT MESS WITH THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I won't preach, but for your own sake, BE CAUTIOUS! If I had listened to the people on this site and my friend and even my own survival instincts I might have been spared from this horrific experience.
Then again, I'm almost glad it happened. I am who I am because of it, and I think that I'm sensitive to paranormal things now. I don't claim to be a medium or anything, but sometimes I feel and hear things others around me don't. Maybe it comes with growing up in a place that was apparently rich in activity. But really, I don't want to know more about that town and the things they do there. It's in my past.
Anyway, I will say thank you again. To everyone who read, who commented, and who helped me even marginally during those extremely trying times. If anyone has any questions I'll check every few days and I'll be happy to answer: