First off let me just say that this story is not really about ghosts. Rather it's more about my experiences with the Ouija board, and my communications with those on the other side. I don't believe that I spoke to a ghost, as much as that I spoke to demons who enjoyed toying with my mentality and perhaps even my 13 year old gullibility.
As I mentioned, I got my first ouija board when I was thirteen. I've always been fascinated by the paranormal, and I thought it was amazing that I could speak with ghosts with this piece of lettered cardboard from Toy's R'Us. On the very first night, I made contact with a charming ghost named Daniel. It was so easy. I asked if there was anyone there, and Daniel responded almost immediately. This was years ago, but I don't exactly remember everything we talked about. I just remember that the nature of the first contact was friendly. I would talk to Daniel for hours at a time. He said he had died a long time ago, and he even mentioned he had a brother, Charles, who was also dead. But Charles wasn't like Daniel. Charles was mean and mischivieous. And he was also near by.
For several days I would come home from school, and jump right on the ouija board to talk to Daniel. Contrary to popular belief, I didn't need several people to make the ouija board work. With just the tip of my fingers, the pointer began moving immediately. On the other hand, I was incredibly exhausted after each event. It was hard to believe how tired I was after just a little ouija board play. Eventually, I realized that whoever or whatever I was speaking to was absorbing all my energy. Sure enough, the faster the pointer moved, the more tired I became.
Then one day, for whatever reason, I came home and knew it would be different. I got on the ouija board, and asked for Daniel. The response came that Daniel was not there. I don't know why it occurred to me, but I suddenly asked if this was Charles that was speaking. The answer was affirmative. Again, I don't remember much of the details in our conversations. I was weary of him/it at first. But honestly, Charles didn't seem as bad as he was one of those a-holes that had a good side. Soon, we had developed a friendship, and I was talking to him more so than with Daniel.
Shortly, after that I got this idea. If I can communicate with spirits by myself through the ouija board, what if I tried it with a pen? I would later learn that this is officially called "automatic writing." So I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started at it. Sure enough, after a few seconds, my hand started moving. I don't know how to describe, except that I was allowing it to move, but it had a mind of its own. I was so impressed and fascinated, I even showed it off to my friends at school. I remember one girl even covered my eyes, while she asked a question. Then she got utterly freaked out when my hand started moving, and the handwriting was super straight and perfect across the sheet of blank paper. I say again, I don't recall these conversations... Just the events. I also remember one day my dad asked me to ask them what the lottery numbers were going to be, and the spirits gave him 2 out of 3 correct numbers. That started another story in itself, which I won't go into right now.
Well, like they say, all good things eventually go sour. As I felt closer and closer to these entities, and my communications via ouija and automatic writing became stronger, the entities also appeared to grow more sinister. More and more they began talking about death, about my death in particular. I grew scared. But I also remember getting pissed. One of the things I had picked up on was that as they absorbed my energy, these beings also seemed to know my mind. I remember pissing off one of them one day because I would ask it a question, and as it was answering, I would think up a random word, and that's what it would write out. What's really funny was that it would tell me to stop doing that, and I could feel it was angry. But if I let it write out anything, it was always just telling me to kill myself. I may have been strange at 13, but I was not that crazy.
So the day came that I finally decided I was done. One day, I took my ouija board outside, broke it in half, and tossed it in the dumpster. I never heard from these beings again. Eventually, I even lost the ability of automatic writing. I never experienced any thing like chairs flying across the room, and getting attacked physically. I don't remember fearing that I was being watched ever. But I came out of this experience with a very strong lesson. We are surrounded by demons that look for any openings, and every vulnerability. They will befriend you, earn your trust, and then seek to destroy you, or those around you. They don't tell you anything you don't already know. But they will use that information to try to get you to do something else. The weaker you get, the stronger they grow. But when you start to resist, they start to lose control.
Ok, so what is my point again? These evil things, they get their strength from us, and they can influence us in any way to get the energy they need. Just something to think about. I should go over this essay to make sure it reads smoothly, but I won't. The story is there.