I think nearly everyone has heard tales
of Ouija boards and frightening seances gone horribly wrong. When I was a
young teen I scoffed at such tales while at the same time finding them
seductively compelling somehow. I enjoyed scary movies and loved the
classic haunted houses with their spider webs, creaky stairs and weakly
flickering candles the only protection from whatever inhabited the attic
or walked the long dark hallways after midnight…
Harmless fun I used to think until I
realized that such things are real. At times a little too real for my
liking. It is a reality I admit to wrestling with at times along with
the inevitable spiritual and existential ramifications arising from it.
They say the best deception the devil ever perpetrated was
convincing mankind he doesn’t exist. If you don’t believe in
something how can you hope to defend or guard yourself against it? How
would you recognize it? The devil does not want us to believe in God so
he goes about his business in the dark and in secret, the quintessential
coward. But it is said the greatest coward can hurt the most
ferociously.
Make no mistake about it. Ouija boards
and seances are dangerous. The following account is but one example of
what can happen to not only those foolish enough to participate in such
activities but also to innocent bystanders as it were.
It was over 40 years ago. A young mother
and her 4 year old daughter, fleeing from an abusive husband and
father, move into a new home with hopes of a fresh start and safety and
security at last. Not an easy thing for a woman to do in those days by
any stretch. But little were they to know the house wasn’t exactly
unoccupied and that another more harrowing trauma was literally on their
doorstep just waiting to be let in. It seems the previous occupants had
not quite taken everything with them when they packed.
It started off gradually, as many of
these things do, with awful death-like smells coming and going from
nowhere. There must have also been an opening or breach somewhere in
their new home where large disgusting blowflies were getting in but it’s
exact location could never be pinned down. Then started the dreams of a
tall dark figure in a long coat and a hat – like Jack the Ripper, Dr.
Mengele and Freddy Krueger combined to form a Victorian-era gent from
hell, you might say.
Things worsened. What ever was in the
house was getting more powerful; more bold… Perhaps gaining strength
from their negative emotions of stress and fear the creature or whatever
it was began more and more to cement itself into reality inflicting
bites and scratches on the poor terrified mother while she slept, a ploy
I now believe, to emotionally and spiritually disable and weaken her so
as to leave the child even more vulnerable to it’s vile and despicable
intentions.
The 4 year old girl was now to become
the focus of the entity with her recalling visions of dark shapes and
shadows and a tall man wearing a coat and hat entering her bedroom at
night – to play with her. Almost twelve months had passed since moving
into the house and this one night, the entity attempted to sexually
assault the child – placing it’s hand where no one’s hand should be. The
horror, the revulsion the terror and confusion this 4 year old girl
suddenly felt reverberated through the house upon a blood curdling
scream. Her mother could no longer deny the reality of what was
happening. She immediately sought the help of a priest who consequently
blessed and cleansed the house and to their knowledge the thing or demon
or psychopathic spirit, or whatever it was, was gone, and what ever
gateway it came through now closed.
That sweet little 4 year old girl is now
about 45 and she still lives in that house and I see her regularly. We
are good mates. I have been there many a time and not felt or
seen anything out of the ordinary. It is just another ordinary house in
an ordinary street in an ordinary suburb. Could
be any suburb, really. Could be your suburb …
be any suburb, really. Could be your suburb …
Afterword
I have decided not to identify the
people who are the subject of this story to avoid any embarrassment or
undue attention. What’s happened happened, let’s move on, nothing to
see here etc. Except maybe a GIANT GLARING WARNING. For it later came
out from a neighbor that the previous owners hosted regular weekly
seances with the ubiquitous Ouija board at center stage every Wednesday
night – does Wednesday have some significance? I don’t know. Did they
knowingly conjure something from the very depths of Hell itself or
was it unintentional – a mistake? Was it this “thing” that drove them to
put the house on the market in the first place ? If so they have a case
to answer. Such an act constitutes gross negligence like a spiritual
hit-and-run drunk-driver, kind of. It is definitely not cool. You make a
mess you gotta clean it up. To meddle in this stuff in the first place
is downright stupid. To flee and leave for some other poor soul to
suffer and clean up, if they survive, is almost the lowest act and
perhaps gives you an idea of the mentality of these kind of people to
begin with.
Good intelligent people don’t mess with this stuff. It’s stupid and it’s dangerous and not worth losing your soul over.
Beware the Ouija board, my friends, beware…
By Kerry H. Adelaide
Source: Paranormal 360
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