June 16, 2008
The Thing From the Ouija Board
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[Name Withheld Upon Request], Upstate, New York, 1997
Who didn't goof around with a Ouija board when they were a kid? I was a
typical teenager, with a tendency to do things that carried a little risk.
My best friend had the same rebel streak and interest in the "scary stuff"
as I did. So once we got our hands on a Ouija board, we dabbled on it a
little bit. Out of the 4 or 5 previous uses, nothing major ever happened. On
the last night that I have ever used a Ouija board, she and I were
attempting to meet spirits with the help of her younger sister. The only
thing that occurred was that we heard something on her dresser fall or
shift, possibly a bottle of makeup or perfume we were playing with. Her
little sister got really scared and we stopped playing, although I was sure
it was nothing. However, the events of the following night proved that we
had stirred up something...
My bedroom was an incredibly dark room. There was a staircase that led to my
room from the living room, and a small hallway that opened into my bedroom.
The exact hour I do not know, but the feeling was as if it was in the very
early morning hours, approx 3 or 4 AM. My room was pitch-black and I was in
the typical deep slumber when I was abruptly awakened by "something" moving
swiftly and thumping up my stairs. My knee jerk reaction was to sit up in
bed immediately and yell out my little brother's name thinking that it had
to have been him messing around. Instead, I heard the most demonic chuckle,
that my mind can only picture coming from some sort of troll-like creature,
followed by the thumping sound of "it" running down my stairs. I was frozen
in place for what seemed like an eternity and could not decide if I was
safer hiding under the blankets or starring this thing head on if it was to
come back. Obviously, I did not get much rest after that. The only thing
that was on my mind all morning as I rushed to school was how important it
was I tell my best friend. So, I met her at her locker like I did every
morning, eager to share my story with her and attempt to figure it out.
Before I could even get the sentence, "I have to tell you something," out,
she stopped me and said that she had to talk to me. As she spoke I knew
exactly what her next words were going to be because she experienced the
same thing at what we conclude was the same time. She too was woken up by
someone running up her stairs adjacent to her bedroom, and her instinct was
that it was one of her younger siblings as well. The same mischievous
laughter ensued and the "thing" took off back down the stairs. I have never
encountered this thing again, and I'm still not sure what it was... but as
long is it stays away I won't look for it too hard!
