Hey guys, this is my dad's experience with a ouija board back when he was in his 20's. He's in his 50's now. This was way before I was born, he told me about it a year or two ago, and I was interested in it. If you knew me, you'd know that once I get interested in something like this, I won't drop it until I figure out its meaning. I think it's both a good thing and a bad thing.
Anyway, his wife and a couple of his friends were bored one night. His wife at the time isn't my mom by the way. His friend thinks they should get out the ouija board, since none of them believed in it, and mess with it. He says he regrets it now, and he also says that by messing with that thing, you don't know what you're talking to so you shouldn't mess with it. It's just like talking to a stranger, a really scary, dangerous stranger.
His friends and wife start to play with it, and he falls asleep on the couch because it was really late. When he wakes up the next morning he said he was flipping through the book, where they wrote what it said in, and he stopped, horrified. He said he saw a name in it. Beelzebub. He was scared, so he went and asked his wife what they asked it last night. She said that was what came up when they asked its name. He was too scared to flip through the rest of the book because he was afraid of what else it probably said. He also looked into this, did it maybe make you-know-who mad? He only mentioned that name once, and it's a name I hate to say, especially since I know who this is. He only mentioned it once because he said the power of a name, once mentioned, you could draw attention to yourself if you say it too many times. I would hate that.
Weird things have always happened since. He also told me, when he was asleep that night, he had a very freaky dream. He said he'd rather not describe it to me, but it was a terrible nightmare.
Weird things have happened to me too. In the middle of the night, I would get this weird feeling I was being watched. Then when I would try to look, it would look like something quickly fleeing. And also another time not long ago, I was lying in my bed thinking and I heard something say "Hi Carrie." that's my name, if you didn't know. It came up close to my ear and whispered it. It freaked me out pretty bad, and it was when I felt like I was being watched. When I looked back to see, "something" did that weird stalk and flee thing. I don't think I can ever remember being harmed by it physically though.
This has stuck with me throughout my life too. This happened at our old house too. And it's followed me to my second house where I live now. I've looked into these things too.
Any tips or advice? I don't like things that I don't know what they are watching me in my room or when I sleep.