This isn't exactly a spooky story. I have some questions and I believe that some of you may be able to answer me. A few years ago, maybe 2005, I was bored. It was summer, no job, no school, and I had to find something to do. I was driving down the street with my friend when we noticed this small shop we had never seen before. I pulled into the parking lot and I couldn't wait to go in.
I have always been interested in the paranormal and never even thought that a place like this existed. It was a metaphysical supply store. I walked in and was greeted by an older woman. She looked to be about 68-70 years old. I walked around the store and looked at all of the very interesting books. This place also had a museum. It displayed an original Ouija Board from the 1700s. They even had a mummy! While I was looking around I noticed that in the back of the store there was a room for readings. I guessed that they had a medium or someone that comes to the shop to do taro readings.
At this point I was at the glass cases near the cash register looking at herbs and incense. Suddenly, I heard a man's voice say, "You look like a September." I asked, "What does that mean?" He said, "you were born in September right?" and I answered, "Yes, that is correct." I continued to look at the items in the glass cases and he continued to watch me. I was wondering to myself how he knew what month I was born. I began to look at a stack of flyers advertising classes for something related to the Ouija Board. In my head I was thinking, I wonder if they have classes on how to cast spells (at this time I had a big interest in these things).
Suddenly, the man spoke again, "I can provide classes about casting spells. They can be really fun, but I don't recommend that for just anyone. My name is Mark (not real name. I don't want to disclose his real name). Sue, there by the door, is my mother and this is my shop. My mother helps me run the shop for if I get a client for a reading or simply need to leave." I began to think that this man is a gifted one.
He continued, " I have had a gift since I was a little boy. At first, my gift brought frightening things to me, but after a while I learned to live with it. Now I own this shop." He said all this with a smile. His mother came closer to me and my friend and added to what her son had to say, "Oh yes. Mark is a gifted person. I also have the gift, but it is never as strong as Mark's."
The lady asked how she can help me. I explained what my interests where and I explained that I have an interest in the unseen and Ouija Boards, but I am too afraid to use them. She explained that they can be very dangerous, and should only be used by those who are familiar with Ouija Boards.
She walked me to the book shelf and handed me an instructional book about the Ouija board. She then walked me back to the case and said, "These are Pendulums. This is my favorite item in the store and I think that you will enjoy this." The woman said this with all seriousness while looking me in the eye. My friend by the way had drifted off somewhere in the store by this time.
Sue began to explain how the pendulum works and helped me pick one out when I agreed to make a purchase. I chose a light pink crystal pendulum with a gold chain and I also purchased the Ouija board instructional book. The pendulum was beautiful and I instantly was in love with it. I took my pendulum home and played with it all day. It answered all of my questions correctly and this kept me addicted to it. I believe I became obsessed with this object.
I remembered that Sue explained to always close sessions when I'm down playing with it and I always did. Sue also taught me that you could use this to play with the Ouija Board instead of using a planchette.
One night me and my friends were going to go to see a movie at the theatre, but before we left I wanted to fit in a quick session with my pendulum. I decided this time to make a homemade Ouija board and use the pendulum to play. I opened like I was supposed to (point yes bla bla point no).
My first questionL "what is my boyfriends name" (answer was Dan). The pendulum began to swing in circles then pointed to D. It stopped, swung in circles, then pointed to A. Then, my friend rushed in the room where I was alone and yelled, "Come on! We are leaving!" So I grabbed the board I made, crumpled it fast and threw it in the trash and run upstairs and out the door. In the car, I realized that I forgot to close session. "Oh no" I thought. WE decided to stop by a Taco Bell before the movie. I ordered my food then went to the bathroom. This bathroom was rather snugg and the doors swung open towards the sink. I was the only one in their and I did my business.
Once I got out of the stall I was washing my hands then all of a sudden the stall door behind me swung open so hard and hit me in my back! I turned to see who the heck did that (I was mad). No one came out so I moved out of the way because I thought maybe the person couldn't get through. I looked into the stall, and no one was there! I ran out of the bathroom and towards my friends where they were eating. I was hyperventilating and they asked what was wrong. I explained what happened. They were a little creeped out but we just changed the subject right away.
WE went to the Theatre and found seats. It was dark, but I wanted to play with my pendulum to try to make whatever it was go away, because I believed that it had something to do with my open session from earlier. I could hardly see the movements of my pendulum but I tried my best. I asked if it was the guy from Taco Bell and it answered yes. I asked it to go away and I closed session.
Nothing relative to that night happened again. I did, however, grow more and more addicted to the pendulum to the point where if someone would even touch it I would become violent. One day I mistakenly left my beautiful pendulum on my dresser when I went to the store. When I returned, it was gone. I found out later that my mother placed it in a bottle of holy water then discarded of it in the trash! I was very mad at her. I bought a new one and lost it. Since then I haven't stopped thinking about pendulums and I do plan to buy another one.
My question is: Do you think that I am the one making myself addicted to this object or is something else pulling me in? Also, Do you think that whatever swung the door at me had to do something with my open session? These questions have remained in my mind and I still wonder. Maybe you can help with some closure. Thanks to all who have great advice for me. I look forward to your comments.