Reader Submitted: Regretting The Ouija
Last week as I was looking through comments in the approval process, I happened across one in particular that caught my eye. It was a short description from a reader regarding her family and their experience of terror that began with fun and games on a Ouija board.
I quickly contacted Tammi and expressed my interest in the long version of her story, but I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in any stories that were invented. Tammi was also quick in her response where she not only assured me that what she described really happened, but she provided contact information, including names and phone numbers of witnesses. These witnesses included people that did not live at here home at the time.
After a review, I was positive that Tammi’s story was authentic in every respect. At this point I requested she submit the long form, which she did. Her story has been edited by me, however, none of the substance has been changed, nor have I done anything to sensationalize it.
So, without further adieu, here is Tammi’s story:
Regretting The Ouija
This story takes place back when I was around 17 to 18. I am now 33 years of age. It all began with my brother Shane and his obsession with an Ouija board we owned at the time.
We bought the board more for me since I was the big Ouija freak, but somehow I ended up using it a lot less than everyone else. My mom wouldn’t even touch it, fearing something evil would happen. But my kids couldn’t keep their hands off of it. You know how teenagers are (defiant and ignorant).
My brother Shane, Sister Misty, our cousin Christy and I would sit down and play with the board. Lots of times we were acting silly, laughing as we played. I guess we figured they were fake and not much to them. I wish I had been right, but as it turns out I was more wrong than I had ever imagined.
As these little get-togethers on weekends went by, most of us became less interested in playing with the Ouija and more interested in other things. However, Shane had an obsessive thought that he wanted to investigate. He wanted to see if the board would work with only him touching the planchette. I warned him not to do it, but of course, he didn’t listen.
Shane found out after about 2 or 3 times that the board worked with just him playing it. It was slow at first, but the more he played with it the faster the planchette would move and spell out answers. These sessions served to only draw Shane deeper into his fascination with the Ouija board. Furthermore, he would spend hours by himself with the board.
He started to withdraw and became antisocial. The Ouija became his best friend, or I should say, his only friend. He would sit in his room, door closed for hours on end, even missing meals. Only one thing mattered in his life, the Ouija board.
We tried talking to Shane, telling him to put away the board and come out and hang with us. I even tried putting the Ouija back in its box and hiding it, but he’d wait until I was asleep and hunt it down. My mom threatened to burn it if he didn’t stop playing with the Ouija, but he was undaunted.
Up to this point it was still just a game to me, albeit a game that my brother was obsessed with. However, things were about to change as Shane would turn our normal family life into a nightmare.
It began with him saying that he could see a woman in white moving around the house, especially at night. He said, the woman spoke to him and she would tell him things. We asked him about the conversations and he would only say that the woman was disappointed or angry at such and such. He saw her as friend, until the night she appeared looking like she was ready to hurt someone.
At that point I was very jittery and threatening to burn the board myself. Whatever spirit Shane was talking to from the Ouija was obviously playing with his head and starting to show itself in our home.
The problems began to escalate on the night my brother told me he had dreams of killing us and was contemplating actually following through with it. I told my mom and we started locking our bedroom doors at night. It was then the knocking began.
We started hearing knocking on the windows and doors late at night. It was as if someone was beating the heck out of the front door. I started praying until it would stop.
The next time the Ouija spirit appeared as a man. It began with a faint whistling, like someone whistling a song. Of course we all checked with each other and nobody in the house was whistling. At night it would get louder and louder. I could now distinguish that it was definitely a man. In fact, we began to call him Mr. Whistle Man. We had told a few close friends, but no one really believed us. That is until the night my friend Jill was over and experienced what we had been dealing with. Jill was so freaked out that she made me sit up all night with her until her dad could pick her up the next morning.
We couldn’t get away from Mr. Whistle Man as he even followed us on vacation. As I discussed the problems with Shane in what I though was a safe haven, it was if Mr. Whistle Man heard us talking about him and suddenly we’d all hear the whistling.
Our nerves were constantly on edge at home and the tension was so thick in that even a sword couldn’t have cut it. The constant knocking, as well as the whistling and Shane’s weird moods were wearing on the rest of my family.
My mother and I had decided that we’d had enough and were positive that the root of the problem was the Ouija board. We agreed that it felt as though the problems were escalating and soon it would be an all-out war, but at the moment, neither of us saw any light at the end of the tunnel. Strangely enough, it was soon after that discussion that the Ouija board spirit turned into some sort of Poltergeist.
On one occasion, my sister ran screaming from a back bedroom, saying something tried sitting on the bed. She had been in there napping when she heard what she insisted was the sound of heavy cloven feet coming towards the bed. Then, she felt as if someone or something was sitting down and putting pressure on her. Needless to say, she was terrified! My mom was scared too and I didn’t help matters, as I went into panic mode. This thing had already gone after Shane and Misty, now I was convinced that I was next. In fact, I didn’t have to wait too long to find out.
It was after midnight of the following night and everyone was asleep. I suddenly awoke from a nightmare to see my brother sitting on his bed looking at me. I asked him what he was doing and he said he awoke to see a black shadow with its arms pointed toward me. Apparently it was then the shadow noticed him and vanished. So many questions raced through my mind as a struggled to make sense of it all. What was this thing? Why was it after me and my family? Was this ever going to end?
It felt as if this spirit was playing with us, like we were its personal toys. It would appear without warning and take on various forms; it was constantly rummaging through the house unnerving us with all the noise, especially at night. We were exhausted from lack of sleep and always on alert, wondering when and where the next appearance would be. Then came the night it talked to us, more specifically, it spoke directly to me.
I had been talking to Shane; just making conversation and we got into a disagreement. Suddenly I heard a voice plain as day angrily growl at me…. leave him alone, it said! It was as plain as if another person had been standing right there with us.
My biggest fear was that this entity would possess my brother, but it had other prey in mind. My sister Misty was the target now.
One night my sister hadn’t been feeling too good. She went to lie down on the couch and it seemed like she was sick. Suddenly she made an odd request; she wanted me to remove my bible from the couch before she would lie down. I asked why and she said she had the urge to throw it or rip out pages. Well, I felt an urge of my own as I grabbed the bible and put it against her forehead. Misty started screaming and cursing; foam was coming out of her mouth as she threatened to kill. She used language I had never heard come out her mouth before, profane and blasphemous things. My mom held her while I held the bible to her head and prayed out loud. After what seemed an eternity, she finally began to subside. Afterwards she was completely confused as she asked what we were doing to her.
We knew we had to do something immediately, so we ran out into the middle of the street. It was well after midnight as we tried to find someone with a phone. We were all worn out and scared and definitely not wanting to go back into the house. My dad wanted to take us all and just leave, but we were afraid the thing would just follow us wherever we went. Somehow we had to fight this thing and we knew we couldn’t do it alone.
At that point we called our Pastor, David (last name omitted) and his wife Patty. They were a Pentecostal preaching husband and wife. I knew they believed in demons and spirits, as there had been many times at church when they explained to us how they turned their lives toward the Lord after dealing with some dark times, including an encounter with demons. We explained what was going on and they said they’d be there the next day.
When they arrived, they instructed us to stay outside as they went in and attempted to clear the house. Although they weren’t exactly sure what they would be dealing with, their preference was for us to be safely away from what they thought might be a demon. Of course we were fine with standing on the sidelines cheering them on. In other words, we were so terrified that we had no intention of even stepping onto the welcome mat outside.
After it was over, we asked them what they had seen. They told us they had seen something bad, but wouldn’t say what it was. Maybe they didn’t want to scare us. I don’t know. I do know that the house felt lighter and I was happy to have it leave my family alone.
Shane hasn’t touched another Ouija board since and my Mother has forbidden having anything of that nature in her home.
To this day, I still wonder about that experience and if we are all truly safe from the evil that tried to take over our lives.
Tammi (last name omitted)
I realize that no matter what, there are those who will rationalize this and call it BS and I have no problem with that. In fact, GT is all about the skeptical side of things. While we see content with and open mind, we try to begin from a sensible base.
As a Christian, I do believe there are dark forces at work in the world and what better way to drag people into such things than a harmless children’s toy? Some things end up under the files of the unknown and we may never know what lies within that Ouija planchette.
Note: At the time of this printing, we are still working on what actually happened inside the house the day those ministers went in. If I can, I will do a follow up with their story.
Thanks to Tammi, who has bravely put herself out there in the face of adverse reaction. Maybe this will be a lesson to some, but I’m sure there are those who will continue to dabble in the dark side.
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