I read that you take a Ouija board with you on your treks out. All I must say is be careful. You really don't know what you are inviting. I have been told that most of the spirits that communicate on the ouija boards are spirits who didn't lead good lives. They have a tendancy to lie to you.

I have only had one nerve racking experience with a ouija board, but it was enough to never allow a board in my home. This story, however, is somewhat amusing.

We were at a friend's house in Burlington, Ontario and a few of us decided it would be fun to take the ouija board into the basement and see if we could communicate with anyone. We talked only briefly with someone. He didn't really want to talk, but this spirit wouldn't allow anyone else to come onto the board either. After awhile, the planchette just stopped moving altogether, so we just packed up the board, annoyed that nothing happened -- I think, because we didn't say goodbye, someone stayed behind.

Shortly after that incident, my friend, Les, began to notice things being moved in her house. One night, she was certain she turned her ceiling fan off; but when she came down the next morning, the fan was spinning on high speed. Other times, the basement lights would be on. The tv in the basement would be on. I would listen to Les and I believed her, but had never witnessed anything in her house -- for a little while. Once I was visiting Les. We're both nocturnal people, so I would usually stay over there until 4 or 5 in the morning sometimes. I went down the washroom in her basement and as I came out, I almost ran into her husband who was coming upstairs to go to bed. We went up the stairs to the living room and I know everything was turned off in the basement. It was dark and silent. About an hour later, as Les and I were talking in the living room, we heard voices and music. At first we thought it was her next door neighbour, but when we poked our heads out her back door, we heard nothing but the sounds of Burlington at night. Yet when we came back into the house, we could hear the noises again. We realized that the noise was in the basement. We went down there together and the table lamp was on and the television was BLARING! I mean it wasn't just on, the volume was up as high as it could go. "Did Bob leave all this stuff on?" Les asked. "No," I stated, "Everything was off when he came up the stairs. I was behind him, so I know he didn't even go back and turn it all on!"

Les threw another party a little while later and many people refused to go into the basement because of what may be down there. I was never afraid, but I did get the feeling in my stomach when I was down there that I wasn't alone. It felt like someone was not just watching, but staring at me. It was an uncomfortable feeling. One guest, Dave, thought we were all insane and refused to believe in ghosts! He was the consumate skeptic even though he was the one we kept sending downstairs to shut the light off. He would dismiss this mysterious light switching on constantly as someone at the party running downstairs and turning the light on to scare the other guests. Yet even he refused to go into the basement after one incident. The last time he went to turn the light off, he shut the switch and began to walk toward the stairs when the light came back on. He turned around and found the switch he just shut off and been flipped back on! He switched it off again, turned to leave again, and then it came back on. After a third try at this, he shut the light off and then stood there to look at the switch and much to his amazement and horror, he saw the light switch flip back on. I saw Dave when he ran up the stairs, white as a sheet as he told his story. "I'm never going down there again!" he finished his story.

I love it when the skeptic becomes a believer!!!!

Kyla

 

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