This took place in the middle part of Michigan. The house was a large house with a Hugh basement. In the basement was three rooms, however one was made into two rooms. There were two windows in this basement none that could be open, just for light to be able to get through... Near the stairway was the room that was divided, half was the laundry room the other half was storage where glass beer bottles and soda bottles sat in cases to be used at a later date. Other things was in that room just storage area.
The room that Jill and I and the other girls went to was in the center of the basement no windows near us, just a big room that was used for exercise equipment. If we walked far enough into the large room we came to a smaller room where there was one window. The other window was in the laundry room.
I was babysitting for this young lady Jill she was around 10, I was nearly 18... Jill told me that her and her friends would go into the basement and play this really neat game with this board that was suppose to spell out the answer to questions. I asked her does it really work? She said if no one cheats it does. I said wow maybe I would like to play it sometime.
So she called up Carol asked her if she could spend the night and her mom could bring her over. Pretty soon here came Carol ready for the night. Now I am watching two girls about the same ages. So the three of us went into the basement with the ouija board. We sat down lit a candle and Jill told me to put my fingers only on the little piece that would spell words. Soon as I did that the candle went out and we could feel wind in there but, where it came from we didn't know.
We had to lite the candle about six times before it stayed lit.(should of known something wrong then but...) So we went and played the game. Well nothing happen but us telling each other we were cheating moving the piece around to spell out the answers. Finally I said you two can play not me and I went up the stairs. Soon they did too.
Several days went by I went back to babysit and we called Carol up and played the ouija board several more times till, we got into the discussion someone was cheating and gave up. The third time we thought it would be nice if Tammy came over, after all she just lost her baby brother from a car accident he was 3. She came over and we thought we ask the ouija board if her baby brother made it to the other side okay.(we should not of done that)
By the time we sat in a circle with the candle lit and Jill asked more friends over, there was about six of us then. The candle we could not keep lit. The wind we could feel in the room but didn't know where it came from. Then while my fingers are on that little piece we asked" Is Tammies brother on the other side now?"
We heard something hitting the wall in the other dark room from us. It did that for several times. We should of been frighten then, but kids will be kids I guess. Tammy asked "can you give me a sign my brother is on the other side?" Again we heard noises from the other dark room and our candle went out making it totally black in the two rooms. I seen lights bouncing off the walls and no matter how much we tried to light the candle we couldn't. Something kept us from doing so.
Jill asked the board "Who or what was making the lights bounce around the room?. Then we heard the glass bottles being slammed against the wall in the spare room behind us. That is when we got frighten. We could not see the stair way in the dark and were scared and more bottles being smashed up against the cement walls. But not in the storage room they are in the room we are in. Tammy said she could hear her brothers voice, I nor anyone else could hear it however.
Then I said "something just flew past my face" kind of felt like a spider web being dropped down on me or a net of some kind. I am fighting to try and get out of it seems to capture me into its grip. We can't see it's so dark. One of the gals screamed they got hit by the bottle, and we could hear it being smashed to the floor. We're all screaming now "stop, stop this". It kept going on, the lights bouncing around, the bottles being broken, sounds coming from the other dark room sounded like moaning to me. The girls are crying and screaming and I am with them there. We had to find the stairway in the dark and yet I didn't want to let the girls be away from me.
So we held hands and I told them DON'T LET GO OF ANYONE TILL WE FIND THE STAIRWAY. We finally found it by touching the walls around us. Odd however as being in the dark, scary basement of the house sometimes the walls felt like on fire other times just plain really cold like a freezer. We made it up the stairs okay and into the other part of the house far from the stairway that went down the stairs. Up stairs all seemed just fine. The lights were on, the music from the radio still on nothing out of place at all.
When we got up the stairs, Tammy had a cut on her arm I guess from flying glass from the bottles being broken. But Carol was the one that I couldn't believe. Her clothes were like shredded, it look like someone took scissors and just cut them up. Yet she said she didn't feel anything on her.
When Jill's mom came home she asked what happen we told her. She didn't believe us and was upset. She told us then we have to go down in the basement to clean the mess up. We told her we would but she was going too. We got down the stairs and there was broken bottles every where and some sticky stuff on the walls. Jill was the only one that nothing happen to, nor did she feel anything touch her. All she seen was the lights bouncing around the room.
I went to Jill's moms house a lot and when she ask me to go in the basement to get something I was scared but did as she asked, I always felt something was down there watching me. Then my friend told me for a long time she has felt that too, and usually don't do her laundry until someone is home and in the basement too. I often would stay the night at this house and I was to afraid to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, always felt that something was there watching me.
My friend moved from that home long ago and I wonder if anyone else who has ever lived there ever experience anything odd about it. But now that the ouija board was taken out and burnt by her mom, maybe what ever came out of it was burnt in hell. Anyone wanting to play with ouija boards all I can say is "danger is just waiting to happen".