After I graduated from college and left the ghost lady back in my apartment I moved in with my grandmother in Mount Vernon, New York. My grandmother lived in an old colonial house that was well over 100 years old. To make matters worse it was also a rooming house where she rented individual rooms.
People had died in that house; I remember when I was a little girl a man named Mr. Anderson died of old age. I also remember when she rented a room to a young couple that had a newborn that died of crib death. I know that more people died in that house but once I went away to college I didn't keep up with the goings on.
Once I graduated I needed a place to stay so I moved into a tiny little room on the first floor right off of my grandmother's basement. We actually used to call it "the little room" because it only had enough room for a bed, a dresser and a bedside table.
One day my girlfriend and I were bored so I had the bright idea to play with the Ouija board. We sat on my bed and the planchette moved and we asked it questions like "Can you show yourself to us?" and the board answered "Yes, tonight, I will be wearing burgundy!" We both laughed and went out to the club that evening but we didn't see anyone wearing burgundy.
After a while I started to play with the Ouija by myself almost every night, it was like I was addicted to it or something. I didn't know any of the rules, I never ended the sessions properly and I used to feel a strange heat in my body and the planchette would always move to the moon, it would go into figure 8 patterns, it would go into all four corners of the board and it would even count down! I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
One night after playing with the Ouija there was a cold spot right next to my bed. I could actually put my hands in it and my face too because it was summer time and the little room was very hot, I used to welcome the cold spot!
Soon afterward strange things started to happen. My bed would shake at night. It would shake so severely that it would wake me up and I thought that there was a mini earthquake! I would jump up and run into my grandmother's room and say, "did you feel that! Did you feel the earthquake?" She would say "No, I didn't feel anything!" I was very naive at the time and just figured that she was old or something.
Sometimes my grandmother would have to come into the little room to go into the basement; it's where her washer and dryer were. She would always make a racket of coming into the room, opening the basement door, going down the stairs etc. She didn't care if I was sleeping or not and one afternoon when I was sleeping late I clearly saw my grandmother come into the room and go into the basement! She was down there for a really long time and she had left the door open, so finally I called her name and got no answer. I walked into the kitchen and my grandmother was sitting there! I said, "Weren't you just in the basement?" She said no! I said "Yes you were, I SAW you go down there!" She said "No baby, I haven't been down there all day!"
After that the basement door would always open by itself, I would hear thumping down there and I would get up and shut the door. My grandmother was never down there. The bed would continue to shake and wake me up, the cold spots would continue to come and sometimes I would feel cats sleeping on my feet (my grandmother had a lot of cats through the years) but there would be no cats in my bedroom!
I eventually moved out of the house and moved into my sister's old apartment up the street but whatever I had conjured up was still following me. In my sisters apartment I would see a dark figure at the end of the hallway, sometimes I didn't even like to go down there but that's where my bedroom was. My boyfriend (same one from college) would come and stay with me and he saw the darkness at the end of the hallway as well. He didn't like to talk about it and tried to ignore it. I think that scared me more than anything, because I stayed in that apartment until I got married to my boyfriend and ended up having a baby boy. Sometimes my son would laugh and talk into the wee hours of the morning like he was playing with someone in the room across the hall.
I eventually started going to church and got baptized (can you believe I was never baptized?) and my son got baptized too. My husband and I eventually bought a house and I made sure that it was a new construction and I had the house blessed before we moved in.
I have 2 sons now and I always tell them to never play with a Ouija board even for FUN and that if anyone pulls one out (they're teenagers now) to just call me and I will come and get them. I'm lucky that worse things didn't happen to me, but I can tell you that Ouija boards are VERY REAL and they work some kind of way to open doorways and you can let things into your life that you shouldn't if you don't know what you are doing.