Do you believe in ghosts? I do. The 6th sense is probably the most; no, I’m sure it is indeed the most elusive of all our senses. Yet, can anyone really deny that it exists? I believe it is a combination of instinct, intuition and maybe a little psychic-ness all mixed into one. I could recount numerous stories about my experiences with psychic phenomenon but then I would probably be committed. Perhaps this wouldn’t be a bad thing…I could write all day, not work…stare out windows while mumbling to myself…Wait let’s get back on track a second. I will share one experience, possibly the most frightening of all the experiences I have had with the unknown.
I was about 10 years old, maybe 11; all I know is that it was when I was in 5th grade. So how old are kids around then? I think 10…anyway; I came home after school with a couple of friends. Both my parents worked at this point so I was kind of on my own for a couple of hours. Don’t worry, my Grandmother was next door and we were surrounded by neighbors who watched out for everyone else’s kids like hawks. One neighbor, an elderly woman had a spare key to our house, I can’t tell you how many times that key saved my rear end, but I digress.
So there we were my three friends and me. There was a sister with her younger brother and then another girl. Let’s call them Sam, Cam and Pam shall we? Makes it more amusing…and protects the innocent. So naturally, being kids we soon found ourselves up to mischief and this included me pulling out the Ouija board. I should preface this by saying I had a very active imagination and always thought I was psychic from a very early age and begged and begged my parents for a Ouija board and against my mother’s direct orders, my father of course gave in and got me one. I think it was Pam who suggested we shut the lights off and close all the blinds. It was late afternoon so it was still bright enough in the house for us to see what we were doing…there may have been candles lit. My goodness…reading this makes it sound like it was Lord Of The Flies up in that house…really it was all perfectly innocent…at least we thought so until Sam and I got on the board together.
Have you ever played Ouija? You know how this goes right. You put your fingertips on the pointer and begin asking the board questions like “Who’s on the board?” “What’s your name?” “Who am I going to marry?” “Am I going to pass the spelling test on Friday?” You get it…
So we began playing and at first all was well, fun, and a little creepy but we were all laughing and being silly about it but then something happened…cue the scary music. I should tell you I have goosebumbs as I’m writing this.
That pointer began jerking back and forth across the board so violently that neither Sam nor I could keep our fingers on the pointer…I know all you skeptics are like, “yeah right,” well read on friends. We were totally freaking out but me having some psychic prowess (yeah right) thought now would be about the time to ask who was on the board.
Quetsion: “Who’s on the board?”
Question: “Can you show us a sign that you’re here?” (Again me trying to be clever)
Answer: The phone rings. (Now I swear on my Grandmother’s peanut butter cookie recipe that this is true)
I answered that phone and when I asked who it was they replied, “Ellie,” I hung the phone up and I think I may have started crying. I don’t know when we all started crying but believe me tears were flowing at some point.
But did it stop there? Oh no…because why would crying 10 or 11 year olds stop…I think we were too scared to move away from the board…but I did ask it to show us another sign that it was there and again the phone rang but this time when I answered there was just nothing…
Now I feel that I should cut the story here…there were many other revelations on the board that day that were equally terrifying and actually a little too graphic to put into words for this blog but I will say that when my mother showed up she was not happy. We were all kicked outside and I think I remember begging her not to throw the board out because it had to be thrown into running water…blah blah blah…
My mother being of sound mind (kind of) looked at me and said, “Could you please stop with this board? This is why I didn’t want this in the house; if any spirits feel the need to come after you, send them my way.” With that, the board went into the huge brown trashcans in our garage.
The following week I served as altar boy at my baby cousins christening…and if you think, I did not ask the priest for a blessing of protection…you’re wrong.
I was a dramatic kid. I never touched a Ouija Board again…Ok well one more time…but years later in 7th Grade and you know what when I asked who was on the board the same name came up and you better believe I pulled my hands off that pointer so fast I made my own head spin.
I told a psychic this story and she said to me, “playing with a Ouija Board is like walking up to an apartment in New York City and knocking on the door, you have no idea who is going to answer…”
Ewww…I’m getting scared so I’ll stop here and say this, follow your instincts, don’t play with Ouija Boards…and always make sure you have an amazing peanut butter cookie recipe to stake your reputation on.
Hey, did you hear? I have two new novellas coming out soon….One is called “Lily” with Silver Publishing and The Good Cop with Seventh Window Publications coming soon. Keep up with all my other demons, ghosts, and foodies at www.xavieraxelson.com