I am not sure where to begin, as I have dealt with spirits all my life, but from around 1991-on, realized they weren't *good* spirits. It all started when I was introduced to the Ouija board when I was 7 years old. I went up north one year to visit my family and had lost my cat at the time and was upset about it.
My great aunt knew my grandmother had a Ouija board and my interest started from there (my great grandmother; my great aunt's mother, whom was very religious also used the Ouija board and she always thought she was talking with her mother's spirit... Except one day she realized it wasn't and she never touched it again, but only 2 months later died in the hospital from pneumonia after a gall bladder operation. She was in her 50's)
I also started having premonitions of a house that I had never seen before and these scary *white men* (almost death white with black eyes) were always in my dreams. These dreams would consume me for up to 10 years later, however, 3 years after my first dream we eventually moved into the house that I had dreamed about. I didn't realize it at the time until the dreams really persisted to where they were happening all the time.
I started sleep-walking every night... My mom knew this because we slept in the same room. She would catch me all of a sudden get in a sit-up position and then I would get out of bed and actually unbolt the door, all the while fighting my mother to let me get out, but never remembering it. In my dreams everything was the opposite of how I would leave it, such as closing a cabinet and then the cabinets would all open, etc and then the three *men* would come out from a different room until they joined together in a line to come and kill me. This went on for several years, even during car rides. I found out years later that the young woman that owned the home had died in an accident, but she herself had dabbled in things, as most of her belongings were still in the house.
In this same house we had an actual man that lurked out back of the house (a large playground/daycare out back) and even snuck in our home when we were not there, as we caught him several times and the cops couldn't ever catch him. Nothing fazed him if we did catch him. It was creepy because he would literally fly over the fence from the daycare yard and into our yard when I was sitting right there playing, as if he didn't even see me.
He took several articles from our clothesline (women's), etc. Not only that, but a teacher (Mr. Ferris) I knew that taught at my grade school lived right across the street from us (at this same house) and when we were moving, we found out that he had killed his wife and older son and buried them in his yard and poured cement over it, which explained why he always took his dogs with him wherever he went and they never stopped barking even in the car.
He was later put in prison, where he died. Also while this was happening, my best friend, whom I rode bikes to school with almost every day got hit by a car right in front of our house and this teachers home and she died 4 months later after being in a coma. This was my best friend that I had just promised I would give her my new address and we would stay in touch and she shared the same first name as myself.
Anyways, after the move the dreams didn't stop and after visiting my family in Maine again one year, I was given the Ouija board from my grandmother. I would use it off and on thinking I was actually communicating with one of my relatives whom had passed away.
Years later I would find out otherwise. Because I was an only child and came from an abusive home, I used the Ouija as a way to *talk* to someone else and I really seemed to be in tune with if something was around me. Eventually the dreams stopped when I was getting ready to get married at 19. My fiance and I picked out a house to rent and he moved in ahead of time. After work, I would bring dinners over and drop them off while he was still at work and iron some clothes for him. I started having weird vibes there (as if someone was in the house) and the coldness (chills inward) would come through me. It started with me ironing and then all of a sudden one of the bedroom doors slammed shut, however, when I went to check it out none of the doors were shut and one was open only about 4 or 5 inches. From then on I would carry a knife with me when I stopped by.
Two weeks after we got married, instead of coming right home, I stopped by the store. Thankfully I did because if I hadn't I wouldn't have known that someone or something was in the house, as most of the lights were on and we had not left them on in the daytime. I got the police officer out there and when we went inside it was as if someone took all of our dresser drawers out and just threw them in different rooms of the house just because.
On one of the dressers I had this big porcelain clown and it was also found thrown on the floor, but not broken. There was also a nightie laying out on my side of the bed. The only things that were missing were items that were more of personal value, such as one part of a Mizpah charm and not the other half. I had three sets of these and the same happened to each. Someone had actually picked out different items like this that didn't make sense. Even the police officer was dumb-founded.
We moved several more times after this and years later out of nowhere, two of the missing mizpah charms that were taken all of a sudden appeared on my dresser one morning. Also in each and every place we moved into there was always someone following us and watching us through our window blinds or taking my clothes. In one of the houses we moved into, (by this time I had two young daughters) I was vacuuming one afternoon when I heard a noise over it. When I turned off the vacuum, the fan on the range hood was running full blast. Mind you, no one could have turned it on because my daughters were too small and they were both napping and no one else was home.
The next day I found out that my great uncle up north had killed himself at the same exact time the fan had gone on. I then started dabbling with the Ouija board one night not long after this. Mind you, I always did this alone and with the lights off when no one else was awake. I was sitting on the bedroom floor asking it what their name was. The pointer went to S, then to A, (so I thought it was my grandfather, Samuel) then as it moved slower it headed to T and at that moment the prickles came from my shoulders and neck, my eyes and nose started watering uncontrollably and my cat (who was sitting nearby me) flew his head up looking out of our bedroom door towards the hallway.
I knew this was not a *good* spirit or someone that I knew. I put the board back under our bed. From then on every night kept getting worse and I couldn't stop using the board after everyone went to bed, but this time I would take it out on the couch. I started closing my eyes and you could actually feel the pulling from the board through my fingertips, so much so that when I felt this and each time my eyes would water, I would take my hands slowly away from the planchette and it would still keep moving, so I knew it wasn't just my pulse moving this thing.
The happenings by this time were getting worse, in that doors would slam (and we even had sliding doors also) that would slam so hard that it actually cracked the wood frame, the horrible *whispers* started (which used profanities also) or would give orders ("show her", etc). It was the creepiest sounding voice of a man, in a louder whisper, as if straining? Toys in my daughters room would turn on by themselves late into the night, I would wake up the next day with scratches on my face, neck and chest that were bloody, the touches, smells, banging on windows, stereo speakers slamming on the floor beside my bed, *things* on my bed walking around when I pulled the covers up over my head and nothing would be there, nic nacs thrown to the floor in other rooms that sounded as if they had broken, but when you got in the room there was nothing to be found, but when you walked away you would hear it again and at that time it would be found broken on the floor.
There were also a few nights when I DID open my eyes while using the board, only to look in the hallway and see a hunched over looking man (darker transparency) figure walking fast from my daughters room into my room and the door would slam. This went on a day to day basis by then and I started changing as a person as well, getting meaner and my health slowly deteriorating. I also was in the habit of checking my planchette to make sure the needle was always still in the planchette window, however, one night when the happenings got so bad, I took the board out of our bedroom and threw it in one of my hall closets next to my wedding dress. I had made sure before I put it there that the needle was there.
By then I had stopped using it because it started to really scare me and I was afraid something was going to happen. I even started keeping a journal of my happenings because I wanted someone to know what had been going on if anything ever happened. I also felt it was *upset* because I had stopped using it.
One day I was getting ready to cook dinner and turned the oil in the frying pan for my chicken to medium-low. I turned around to get the chicken and the pan was on fire. When I looked at the knob again, this time it showed it was on HIGH. Luckily the damage to the kitchen was minimal in that I could clean or paint over the mess, but it was scary. Before this event, a snake was also in the kitchen. Then the scratching noises started on the back glass sliding door by the closet with the Ouija board in it, and another night there were scratching and scraping noises coming from inside the metal closet.
When I went to look in the closet, I checked the Ouija box and planchette and the nail was gone! Also my wedding dress that was beside the Ouija box had V-shaped cuts all over the bag that the dress was in. After this my then husband took the board and broke it up into pieces and threw it in the trash, however, the nail was never found. After we moved out of this house not long after, the happenings weren't as constant, but were always there and even would *follow* when we went up north to visit relatives. Even when my older daughter and I went to a movie one night, there were only us and a few other people in the theater, however, something grabbed both of our legs underneath the seats at the same time, but nothing was there. We quickly left the theater and went home.
There are so many things, in fact I could never include them in this posting. These happenings have made my life a living hell and have kept us constantly moving, but there is no escape from it. It has also passed onto my older daughter, whom is now away in college and we will both experience happenings on the same nights/days. Hers also started at around 7 years old.
The last house we moved out of started having doors open/shut or items would be turned on when in fact they had been turned off, like in my old dreams. We constantly had electrical problems, strong currents that actually would blow out different parts of the house or almost catch things on fire, yet the electrician said everything was fine. (my oldest daughter and myself have always had problems with electrical items, even in a parking lot)
One day when I got home from work, I went into the bedroom to change clothes, my youngest daughter (whom is now 8) was watching tv and all of a sudden started yelling, *fire*! I ran out in the kitchen and one of the burners was on fire. I hadn't even turned on the stove. By the time I got the fire out, the majority of the kitchen was damaged. I took pictures of the stove to show the knob that went with that particular burner was melted indeed in the *off* position. A few months later (11/08) we moved out of that house.
I am now in a town home with my youngest daughter and my other daughters are primarily in college. At first things always *seem* like they are going to be *ok* in the new place, but then a few months later, each time, things start up again. I try to *ignore* them but sometimes it's difficult. My health continues to go downhill, along with crazy complications and happenings to it along the way, so much so that no one would ever believe half of it.
The other night 3/8/09 another strange occurrence, mind you I haven't touched a Ouija since my ex husband broke up the last one, so it's not that I TRY to do any of this, for some reason it just keeps following if that makes sense. I was feeding our hamster after my daughter went to bed. When I was done I shut the door to the cage and locked it with a clothespin like I always do.
When I got up in the morning to check on all our pets, our hamster was not in the cage or anywhere to be found, yet the cage was still locked and no other way she could have got out. Not only that but every bedroom door and bathroom door was completely shut. I later found her under the bed, scared to death. Also something had ripped out one of our plants that I had planted a few days before and shook all the soil off the plant and onto the driveway. I spoke to my oldest daughter on the phone later that day about what had happened. To my surprise she told me she had been working on a class project that portrays something about themselves that same night, which is a hand-made Ouija board! She carved this and used a wood burning tool to make it and was varnishing it at the time.
She also included cats as one of her designs to this board, as she also loves cats. Needless to say, I am not happy with her choice of items to make for this project, as she knows how dangerous this is and all that we have gone through. (She had even seen weird figures in our last house that were more animal-like) Not only that, but that same night (3/8/09) she had sent me a link for the movie *Witchboard*. So it was no coincidence that this happened.
The next night she was finishing up varnishing and her door to her dorm opened by itself slowly until it was all the way open. No one was there to do this or on the other side of the door. Tuesday morning I was on my way to pick up my youngest daughter early because she has been sick recently and a vulture flew out in front of my car, hitting the front grill and onto my hood. I screamed, stopped the car and the vulture had disappeared (two others were still standing there) so I guess it was ok, but these birds are not birds that just hit into your car that easily either!
My youngest daughter's anger has also increased these past few days, and I am extremely concerned. I do not include her in these conversations of the *happenings*, nor did I with my other girls in the past... So I find this all rather disturbing. I just wish that for ONCE this would all just go away. I just feel it is not going to stop and I don't want to think about what will happen.
Is there ANYTHING I can do to stop this? What does this all mean? Where does one go for problems like this without someone thinking you are a nutcase?! I don't do drugs, smoke, drink, take meds, nothing, so it's none of those.
Does anyone have any suggestions or knowledge of this? I'm sorry this is so long, but I didn't know how to shorten this... And like I said this has been ongoing since I was 7. I am now coming up on my 43rd birthday this month. Needless to say, between all this and my many medical problems, I'm not a very positive person and in fact I am downright tired of all this and scared! Please help!