To begin, if you have any questions or concerns, you can PM me or Kelson
I am splitting this into a few parts, so please read through the whole thing before putting in your two cents. Thanks much. Looking forward to getting
your views on this, friends on ATS
The following was experienced by me and my fiancé, Kevin, our good friend KingKelson, and our other good friend, Dan in southeastern Wisconsin
approximately three years ago—mainly in a nice house in a quiet suburb a ways away outside of Milwaukee. We were friends from high school. Kelson
and I graduated in 2009, whereas the other two graduated in 2010. I had been good friends with Kevin in high school, and friends with Dan, and had
known Kelson as well. But after I came back from Loyola University Chicago in the winter of 2009 to recover from an eating disorder, during the course
of my recovery I ended up getting back into touch with both Kevin and Kelson. Those two—Kevin in especial—helped me recover quite a bit.
Some time later, we got back into contact with Dan, who had been a friend of ours as well. The four of us enjoyed our golden years together, living it
up, laughing our butts off, being silly and young and attractive and able to do basically whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. It was glorious. We
ended up getting really close with one another and hung out literally every day all day. We did everything together.
Well, one time I had the brilliant idea that we should all do a ouija board. Kevin was firmly against it, as always, but was fine watching from the
sidelines. Dan was as super-excited about it as I was and Kelson just went along with it. But it was my idea. Something that I’ve come to terribly
We had done a ouija before at Dan’s house. Back in high school, our big group of friends did one—which I also participated in. Nothing big
happened at that one besides a lighter (which we’d used as the planchette) flying off of the table and the candle flames going all wonky—basically
it was a pretty tame time and it had been fairly entertaining.
So, once we’d decided to go through with it, I got a sheet of computer paper and neatly penned out the alphabet, ‘goodbye’, yes, no, and the
numbers zero through nine. We got a nicely-scented candle, a lighter for that, and a quarter to use for our planchette. Keep in mind, since we used a
quarter it would have been exceedingly easy to discern if one of us was the one moving the planchette and hoaxing the whole thing. That did not occur.
It moved with a force opposite to our center of force upon the coin. It was weird. And it felt weird, as well: almost like a weird swooping feeling at
the bottom of my stomach.
Due to my past experience being the oracle during ouija, I took the lead and politely began to ask questions (of course, knowing all the while that
what I was talking to was something demonic—yeah, that didn’t deter me in wanting to play the game. I know. Really dumb choice on my part). We got
in touch with a spirit I’d spoken to a few years back, one named Beatrice. Beatrice had previously admitted its being demonic back when I’d spoken
with it before and had been really chatty, telling me that I was a vampire and that I would have violet hair and eyes (lol yeah yeah w/e you say
‘beatrice’) and that I’d live forever. It also predicted who I’d marry—which is so far correct. It then told me that I’d die several
times—but yes, that I’d still live forever.
So anyway, I establish that yes it is the same Beatrice. And I’m like, well, it’s nice to speak with you again and ask how it’s doing and then I
do I 180 and I go, yo Beatrice cut the crap. You know we know what you really are. I order you in the name of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, tell
me, what is your REAL name?
Then the board goes crazy for a second before jolting around to spell out B-E-L-I-A-L (which it spelled out the first time I’d spoken with it, too)
not only once, but several times. It also did the weird figure-eight thing in the middle of the board, which I later found out means that it was
trying to escape the board.
All of a sudden, Kevin jumps up out of his seat cries out for me to stop. He tells me I have a black cloud above me pressing at me. I get scared. I
start to pray and I honestly don’t remember if I moved the quarter to goodbye or if we just blew the candle out, crumpled the board, and ran for the
stairs (oh yeah we were doing this in DANS BASEMENT by the way. Which will be important to remember for later.)
We all wanted to burn it, even though you’re not supposed to do that. Because I felt that we must, because we had to destroy the portal. and Kevin
decided we should include dollar bills as an ‘offering’.
So to the fire pit in Dan’s yard we marched, solemnly, each armed with a single dollar bill—and me with the crumpled piece of ouija paper board. I
un-crumpled it slightly so that it would burn better and threw it in the fire pit. We all then recited the Our Father before throwing in our dollars
(don’t try this at home—it’s a federal no-no O.O). Kevin got the BBQ lighter (keep in mind, Kevin is an Eagle Scout and was also the Summer
Chief of his scouting troupe—and Kelson is also a seasoned Boy Scout) and proceeded to try and light the paper.
Well, the thing wouldn’t light. It wasn’t a windy night. It was dry paper. Computer paper. And the thing wouldn’t light. It would smolder for a
second, a shimmering WHITE (like Magnesium, only not as bright) instead of the normal reddish-orange that one would usually expect to see.
We were trying to burn this thing for like ten minutes. I kid you not. It was getting pretty obnoxious. Well, finally, the thing started to burn,
because we kept that flame on it. Otherwise I’m not sure it would have.
Now, I didn’t hear this, but the three of them said that at the exact moment it caught on fire better, they heard this bloodcurdling unearthly howl
going off past Dan’s backyard (they said it sounded like it moved through the thin tree line) and into the distance. I later learned that that meant
that one is cursed by the board.
I don’t know about any of that, but what happened next almost makes me believe that that curse thing might be true.
edit on 21-4-2015 by rukia because: (no reason given)