A OUIJA Story

Hello everyone! I finally got the nerve to pull this experience out of the dark corner of my mind which has held it for so long. It's kind of a long story, but I'll try to be as brief as I can.

I guess it all started when my boyfriend and I started playing with an ouija board. This was in 1994 - we were 16/17 at the time. I am pretty into wood burning so I made an ouija board with Gothic letters and the typical dark hooded figure referred to in so many stories. From the beginning, the board's response was strong. We would always take it to a park out in the country (we lived in a small Midwestern town with not a lot to do). The park spanned many miles and in the rear of the park, only accessible by a separate drive that is not well known, was a large graveyard that held a few of my dearest family members. Each time we would go to this park, no matter where we were, we would always encounter the same spirit, "The Ghost of Northwoods Park". This was not an elusive spirit and chatted about everything in a very friendly and casual way. Through our relationship with this spirit we learned a lot. It told us that people who have just died have a difficult time communicating, but could easily communicate with other spirits. He told us that they were usually accompanied by "spirit guides" until they are comfortable in their environment (if it happens to be earth). He told us that he loved the park because there were always families hiking and kids playing. He also had quite a sense of humor, which really surprised me for some reason.

Shortly after we began visiting the park often, I began having strange dreams, which didn't really phase me. I had alot of night terrors as a child and it was not unusual for me to sleep walk. There was only one that really struck me as unusual. I remember it being like in the movie "The Exorcist" where the girl thrashes up and down in her bed. I did the same thing and remember being thrown from the bed. The reason this struck me as so unusual was because the sheets were all over and I woke up on the floor tangled in my covers.

My boyfriend and I (who are now engaged) would always go in the daylight and never had any bad experiences until the day we decided to go back to the graveyard. We sat on the ground under a big old oak tree and there was no one to be seen but the two of us. We were chatting as usual with our friendly spirit when we decided to pester it more to prove that it was real and not all in our subconscious. It finally agreed and began repeating "Listen, listen, listen...". After a minute or two of this I blew it off and said I didn't hear a thing. It continued saying Listen for a while, and then said "Look at the woodline". We glanced over along the woodline behind us and didn't see anything, and it told us to "Look harder". I once again blew it off and it responded by saying "Stand up, Look behind the UGO"(we had driven a YUGO which had problems in the past, but was fixed and running like a peach for several months). We did as we were told and about a quarter mile on the woodline, directly behind the YUGO, a family had just emerged from a hiking trail in the woods. We did not hear them at all since it was a windy day, and neither of us could see them as we were about 10 feet from the car and it was obstructing our view. We sat down a little surprised and impressed and returned to our gloating spirit, telling us "I told you so". We chatted for a while longer until the sun began to set. It was at this time that our spirit friend became frantic. We had never seen it act like this before and began to get a little nervous. It began by telling us "We have to leave now... Evil is coming... I have to go". It said it was afraid and we all should leave. Being stupid teenagers, this only peaked our interest. We told it it had to stay and couldn't leave us here alone with an evil spirit. By this time the planchette was spinning wildly in a figure eight and then suddenly...it stopped. About thirty seconds elapsed and it began slowly moving again in a clearly different pattern. It took a minute for it to get strong enough to begin spelling, but when it did finally move, we received the strongest and firmest signal we had ever felt. It was if the atmosphere of the park changed in an instant. The impending dark didn't help the mood at all I'm sure. As we began to recite the letters :

"W..E..L..C..O..M..E....S..T..A..Y....F..O..R....T..H..E... ..R..I..S..I..N..G.....O..F.....T..H..E......"

at the same time we both had a freezing chill move up from the base of our spines, glanced at each other, jumped up instantly and ran towards and sprang over the fence and jumped in the car. As I mentioned before (believe it or not) the car had been running like a peach. My boyfriend frantically fumbles for his keys, found them and reached for the ignition. Panic entered his face when he found that he could not start the car. You could hear it trying to turn over, but it just would not start. Finally after what seemed like an hour but was actually only about 30 seconds, the car started. It puttered about five feet then quickly died. Once again he struggled to start the car, sputtered about five more feet and died. This happened several times until we finally get the to about half way down the drive, 100 feet from the road. For the last time, it died again. We were both terrified. I remember reaching for the door handle and positioning myself to jump out of the car. I was fully prepared to make a full sprint to the farm house at the end of the drive when the car finally started and made it for miles with no more problems.

Yes, at this point we were stressed, but once again our curiosity was peaking. About an hour after this incident we mutually decided that we would go to the opposite end of the park and try to contact our friendly "Ghost of Northwoods Park". Unfortunately, we talked to something that I never want to encounter again. Once we were aware of who we were talking to, I said "Let's go". The board said "wait...don't go...come back". It repeatedly asked us to come back to the graveyard with it. We said no way. Although we had done a lot of stupid things, we were not that stupid. I asked it why it wanted us to go back there and it said that it loved me. I said that didn't make sense because it didn't know me. It disagreed saying that it knew me well. I wish I wouldn't have, but I then asked how it knew me. It said in these exact words "Had any weird dreams lately?" I was on the verge of tears. It said that it wanted us to go back there so it could possess my boyfriend and be with me. When we said no way, it said that it would "do it again". I told it that I had faith in God and that He would protect me from any evil. It said "We'll see...". For the next month I slept with a bible in my hands and the covers over my head. This is perhaps the scariest thing that I have ever encountered in my entire life.

Another interesting thing I would like to mention is that each time I have been around a ouija board-not even necessarily participating-each spirit has rambled on about how my boyfriend is the "chosen one". I thought it sounded like something out of a corny eighties flick and disregarded it, despite the fact that several times, the boards would speak of my boyfriend without him or I participating. We never told anyone of our experiences with this phenomenon, so there is no way that anyone at the parties would have known he was referred to so often as "the chosen". Anywhere that he and I would go with the board, no matter who we came into contact with, they would obsess about how he was "the chosen one". I disregarded this until a new employee at my boyfriend's company approached him. In casual conversation he said that he often used Ouija boards. He then told my boyfriend that he had in fact asked about how his new job would go and it would only say that he works with "The chosen one". My boyfriend had never spoken with him about ouija boards and felt rather uncomfortable when approached with the subject, but was in shock at what he told him.

After the experience I discussed before, we would shy away from using ouija boards as we are now aware of the dangers. Never the less, occasionally the subject will come up and company will want to use it. This happened two weeks ago when two friends wanted to try it out. We reluctantly agreed. Within a barrage of questions, it stopped suddenly and said "Oh, SH**". Instantly, the memory of our experience came into my head. Thankfully, an evil spirit had not come, but it said after that "The chosen is here". This confused our guests until we nodded to each other in agreement that they should hear the story. I know neither of us told them the story. We have only told two people this story and didn't want anyone else to know for fear they would think we were crazy. At the time this happened, my boyfriend WAS NOT on the board, so I know it wasn't him intentionally trying to scare me. From what I can tell, he has never done that. He is a very honest guy - that I'm about to marry - and is as freaked out about these things as I am.

Well, if you're still here, I'm impressed! Thanks for reading. If anyone has ever heard anyone being referred to as "The Chosen" Please let me know!

Submitted by: Lisa Carr

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