When I was about fourteen I started doing Ouija boards with my friends. I didn't really believe that anything would happen, but it did. The glass always moved really strongly and whatever we had brought through knew things about individuals in the group that nobody else could have known. Before the glass started moving there was always a feeling of pressure, and a kind of wrongness, like someone dragging nails down a blackboard, but nobody could see or hear it.
When it was going on, I would find that my eyes would start streaming, but I wasn't crying and didn't feel sad or anything, just kind of excited and scared. The thing that came through fixated on me... It claimed to be my twin. (my mother miscarried a twin when she was pregnant with me)
Over the next two years, we did lots of Ouija boards and would always get this same entity. Although I first believed that it was the ghost of my twin, I slowly came to realise that it was something else. It began telling me that it wanted to hurt my friends, and that it wanted me to die so that we could be together. I started feeling like I wanted to hurt people. I started feeling that even when I wasn't doing the Ouija board, it was still with me. Sometimes I would feel the bed move like someone was sitting on the end of it, and then I would feel the covers being pulled down off the bed. I would grab hold of them and try and keep them on, but it was too strong. Then when my covers were completely off me I would be able to pull them back on. This would happen so many times during the night that I was constantly exhausted.
Eventually I went to a medium and told him everything. He took me to another medium, and they told me that there was something that had attached itself to me. They told me that this thing is very negative, and feeds off fear, and that I would have to learn to put up a barrier in my mind against it, and I would have to keep this barrier up constantly.
Over the years the "visits" got less frequent, although if I think about them, or anything occult I feel it's attention. Sometimes when I am really exhausted it can still get through. The most memorable occasions are these;
I was in the house alone, my friend had left because she had seen a distorted version of my face reflected in the window, though I had just left the room to get us a drink. As I got ready for bed I could feel something horrible and malevolent hanging just behind me, a few inches from my neck. I was trying to ignore it, and was desperately trying to maintain the barrier in my mind, but I was too scared and I could tell that cracks were appearing. I got into bed and immediately there started scratching and scraping noises in each corner of my room. This went on for about an hour and then stopped. The horrible feeling that I had didn't leave though; I knew it hadn't gone. Then after about half an hour a loud banging noise started in the bottom corner of my room to the left. I realised that on the other side of the wall, the staircase started. The banging was so incredibly loud and purposeful, and carried on in the corner for about fifteen minutes. Then it slowly started moving closer to where my bed was. I did not have a headboard, my pillows were piled up against the wall. Eventually the booming was directly behind my head, so hard that I could see the pillows shaking with each bang. I was still trying so desperately to get a hold on my fear and telling this thing to leave, and go from me, but it continued for what felt like two hours. Eventually I must have fainted or just fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion, because the next day I woke up and it was gone. It came back a few times after that, but never as strong as that time until maybe fifteen years later.
This time I was living in a house with my two daughters. I felt the familiar oppressive feeling and then the door to my room opened. There was no breeze, the windows were all shut, and my girls were in bed. I got up and closed the door, and climbed back into bed. Two minutes later the door opened again. I again closed it and got into bed. As soon as I was in bed it opened again. I closed it and put a chair behind it. It opened and pushed the chair with it. I closed it and whilst I was still holding the handle it started to open again. I started to push back against it but it still carried on opening. Eventually I had my entire body weight against it but it was still being forced open, I wasn't strong enough to stop it. I got back into bed and started picturing the wall in my head, and trying to read my book. Eventually the horrible, scraping feeling left, and eventually calmed down enough to go to sleep.
The last severe one was about five years ago. (I am 42 now) I woke up knowing that whatever it is was in my room. I was lying on my side, and as my eyes grew accustomed to the light I realised that I could see the back of a pair of sneaker type trainers standing on my pillow about ten inches from my face. I turned my face so that I could follow the trainers up, to a pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, on what looked like a little boy, of about eight, standing with his back to me. My heart was beating so hard, I knew it wasn't even the spirit of a little boy; I recognised the presence of the thing that had been with me before. As I was looking up, the figure started to turn around so very slowly, until I could see it's face. It had a little boy's face, but even in the darkness I could see that there was nothing where it's eyes should have been. Just black, but not the black of shadow, just...nothing. I knew that that nothing could see me, and wanted me to look at it. I turned over so that my back was to it, and imagined my wall again. I wouldn't look, and I wouldn't think about what was there, I blanked it out of my mind completely. I started thinking about good things and kindness and all the wonderful things about the world and about people. Eventually the presence got weaker and then was gone.
I believe that when I did the Ouija board I attracted the attention of something evil. I don't know what it is, I have never tried to find out, I very rarely talk about what has happened, and only do so when I hear people suggesting that they do a Ouija board or have a séance. My daughters don't know about what happens. I know if I think about it, it will probably come back. I'm scared that writing this will bring it's attention back to me, but I am doing this in the hope that maybe someone out there can help me get rid of it for good. I once was told by a medium that I also have strong psychic abilities, but I am not interested in developing them because I am scared that if I do anything like that it will bring it back. I have read back what I have written and it sounds like something from a horror film, but it isn't, it's true. I hope someone will believe me and know how to help.
Thanks for taking the time to read about my experience.