Anyways, at 24 I was married and had 2
beautiful children, my son was 4 and my daughter 2. We moved into this house
and right away I noticed some strange things. There was a cold spot in my
sons room, I hated going up the stairs just because of the bad feeling I got
every time I went up the stairs, the doors would slam shut when no one was up
there...granted it could have been the wind when the windows were
closed...right!?!
My son would wake up screaming telling me he
saw a thing with red eyes coming to get him out of his closet and talking to
him and my daughter, well.... at 2 my daughter suddenly started giving me
this stare that chilled me to the bone. I was afraid of her, my own
daughter. My husbands mom and little sister had come to visit us and in his
little sisters belongings was the Ouija board!!!! I was livid, I wanted
nothing...NOTHING to do with it. I have never been a big liker of the Ouija
board, after having some very real, very scary ordeals as a teenager with
it. YES...I saw things. But that night after the kids were in bed, the 3 of
them were ready to play with it, I wanted to leave, but ended up staying and
my participation was writing down what the board had spelled out while they
asked it questions. Now I have to give a little bit of background here, so
you will understand what happens next.
My father turned out to be a severe
alcoholic, beating my step-mother and me and my little brother. I lived in
a house across the street from a church in St. Louis, MI and after a
beating, I would sometimes head over to the church as my recluse, sitting
behind it and crying and praying to God. But he never answered. And so
began my belief that there wasn't a God, because what kind of God would let
a child be beat and do nothing about it. Now back to the story.....
So our little experience began with the Ouija
board, anyone who doesn't believe in it...take warning. It started out as
the usual asking this question and that and somewhere in the middle of their
damn game, the board took on a life of it's own, remember I am writing all
this stuff down, every letter it spells, I have proof. (or had at that
time)....as you will see in the end where the papers went. The Ouija board
is not known to be a good speller but when the board kept trying to spell
out T...A...M...M... I took no notice, but as my husbands and his mothers
fingers were on it, and the things they were obviously asking weren't being
answered, it kept trying...T...A....M... My husband asked are you trying to
spell out Tammy, it went to NO so they tried some other questions and it
just kept going to T...A....M and when they finally said Tamara it slid to
YES. It wanted me on, and I would not get on it. I told them to put the
board away and it went flying to NO fast. It had spelled out that it wanted
me to get on. I was livid. It wouldn't let their fingers off, I swear I am
not lying. After a bunch of things that it had spelled out I finally gave
in, because they were all freaking out. I placed my fingertips on it,
theirs free, and around and around it went. I will not spell out everything
it spelled, but I will tell you this...
The board had me on it, my sister in law took
over the writing, the board asked me if I believed in God. Then it told me
it was God speaking through the board. It told me that the red eyes in my
sons closet was the devil talking to him, that the devil was after my
children because I was weak, and he was going after those I loved to make me
weaker, I started crying, my husband and in-laws were in shock, but kept
writing. The board told me that God loved me. And the last thing it told
me was to believe. And as soon as it had spelled out that word, there was a
loud noise upstairs, we all went rushing upstairs, my son had fallen off the
bed, he was not awake, but we all saw as he was being levitated in the air
back to his mattress. Unbelievable? Not to me, I saw it. Was that my sign
to believe in God? I didn't know, but after that night, my daughter awoke
looking at me with different eyes, my son never again complained of the
thing with red eyes in the closet talking to him.
The Ouija board? It went in a drawer as soon
as we all went back downstairs, and out of the house the next morning...the
papers with all of the questions and spelling? It went to my Pastor. Yes,
I had just started going to the church down the road a few weeks before,
did he think I was nuts (because I thought he would). He didn't. But he gave
me a copy of the poem Footprints in the Sand, the one about when you think
you are alone and only see one set of footprints, that he was carrying you.
And because of what I did go through as a child, I had become a stronger
person, I just didn't know it, that was my lesson he gave me. I did
believe. I was saved the next Sunday at church. And I have not touched a
Ouija board since.-The
Hangmaster