I've been reading the stories on this site for quite a while now. The reason I do so is because I have always experienced paranormal activity. There are many stories that I could write about, but I decided to start with this one because I just read one of the latest stories and it is about a Ouija Board. Every time that I read or hear anything about Ouija Boards, it gets me very tense because I'm reminded of my own experience.
I was born and raised in Puerto Rico, on the south west coast. When I was about 15 years old, we had a neighbor that had several teenage kids and they owned one of these boards. But, before I get to the story, please be patient as I tell you of the background to the story.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've had three recurring dreams. They're all very vivid and very painful. In fact, I can't believe I'm writing this as I have only told of this dream to one other person in my whole life. In this dream, I'm walking down a street made of cobblestones. It is somewhat cold as I pass this glass window where I see my reflection. When I look at myself, I'm a man wearing an uniform that I now know to be German SS. I continue walking until I reach an intersection and I look towards a smaller street to my right. There is a family being held at gun point. I realize that one of the members of the family is my girlfriend and I run down the street, trying to stop the inevitable. Before I get to them, the soldier shoots the young woman in the head. That's when I wake up, always crying.
Needless to say, this is a very disturbing dream and I think I was six when I had it for the first time! As I got older, and I studied history, I became even more horrified of this dream, which, by the way, I still experience every so often. It is a dream that haunts me, not only because the murder is so clear and gory, but because of the reflection I see. That ideology is about as far away from who I am as you can get!
So, going back to the story, this particular summer night, we sat outside, playing dominos and cards for a while, sitting at a small table. My friend, Sara, decided that she wanted to use this Ouija Board. I thought that it was all stupid, but I went along. After about ten minutes, I was getting bored with it, thinking that one of them was moving it. Then, Sara asked the Board if it had a message for me. At this point, all the hair on my neck raised up and suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. The Board started moving and it spelled "NAZI". Needless to say, I became terrified. That dream was my secret and I had never told anyone! I then knew that the thing must be for real and it knew about my dream! I let go of it right away, stood up and stepped away from the table.
My friends, stunned at what the Board spelled, looked at me and let go of it as well. Unfortunately for us, this wasn't the end. The thing went berserk and spun several times very fast until it dropped on the sidewalk... All on its own! We all screamed and ran to our homes. My mom, who is a very religious person, scolded me for playing with the board.
After that, weird things started happening in both houses, ours and theirs. My brother became haunted by apparitions and nightmares on a regular basis and for years after that. I saw things and had some experiences that were very unpleasant. My mother never admitted it, but she also sensed stuff. She even asked someone from her church to come and bless the house. It didn't work! As a mater of fact, things got worse for a while. My parents still live there and when I go to visit (I left the island many years ago and live in the United States now after traveling all over Europe and living in Hawaii) I can still sense something there.
So, every time I read one of those Ouija stories, I get very concerned for the ones writing them. Ouija Boards are very dangerous and I won't come near one even if someone with a lot of experience and knowledge is using it.
As for my dream, I lived In Germany for 3 years. I joined the Army and did everything I could to get assigned there and was successful. I admit it was because I was hoping to make sense of the dream. Every time I visited a large city (in the dream the feeling I get is that of a large city) I looked very carefully to see if I could find the street in my dream. I think I found it in Munich. Perhaps now that others know of this dream, it will be somewhat of a relief. But, it still freaks me out to think that whatever entity spoke through the board that night, knew about it.