My name is Marnie and I am from Australia and this is my story. One night when I was about eleven my brother who was twelve had a friend come and stay at our place. Our house was not haunted so it's hard to know why or how this happened. But my brother and his friend had found an Ouija board and decided to play with it but would not let me join in so I just sat and watched. At first I was convinced it was all rubbish that they were moving it when they started talking to a man who called him self the watcher who spelt out words like hell and death and other not very nice words. To say the least I was so scarred I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest! Every one but us three were out that night and my brother and his friend started to get scarred but would not leave well enough alone. The planchette flew across the room and the candles started to flicker wildly when there was no wind or breeze from any where because all doors and windows were shut and locked tightly because we were home alone! The curtains started to raise as though there was a major breeze the door to my mums rooms down the hall slammed shut and our lounge room light shattered and we heard a young woman scream a blood curdling scream yet there was no one but me my brother and his friend so to this day when we discuss it we have no explanation as to what happened we never told my mum she would have got so mad and to this day non of us have ever played with the dangerous and unknown!!!
My best friend Kayla and I decided to get an Ouija bored to see if it really worked. I wasn't positive that it did, but she knew that it did. Kayla and I were trying to get it to work for hours and it never did. So we decided to do it somewhere else, but not in the bathroom. So we went into living room and finally it happened. We encountered a spirit. At first I thought it was Kayla, but then I knew it wasn't. I heard a knock on the door and I just thought it was someone for her sister or something. I looked out the door and all I saw was a car outside. So, I sat down. A few minutes later we tried it again. It said its name was Karen. And I just thought Kayla was trying to scare me. So I went along with it. Two minutes later, the back door swung open and I saw a black figure run up the stairs. I know it wasn't Kayla and everyone was sleeping at their house. I started to freak out. After that, I heard heavy footsteps upstairs and I started to yell. Then it was completely quiet. I got up to get on the couch and all the sudden it sounded like shooting. I got under the blanket and started to pray. After I got out of the blanket, I looked in the kitchen and I saw someone staring at me. It was like I did something wrong. I started to get tears in my eyes and Kayla was just so calm. Kayla went upstairs. I told her to be careful and when she got half way up the stairs she screamed. I ran outside. When she got outside she was bleeding but she didn't know. I asked her if she tripped on anything and she said no. I took a closer look at it and it looked like a knife went into her leg. I had enough of it. I went inside thinking I was going to be all big bad and tough and all of a sudden it was like I passed out for a few seconds. I saw someone standing in front of me with a nasty look on its face. So I closed my eyes and it was slowly fading away when I opened them. But the rest of the night it was still there when I opened my eyes. Till this day Kayla and I will always sleep with the lights on.
My story started when a friend and I went on holiday for a few days to the South of England, which is supposed to be riddled with witchcraft and the like, especially in Dartmoor. We stopped in a hotel and late into the evening we got bored and went downstairs to the bar, where two staff were sitting after their shifts. They were talking about ghost stories and then we decided to play the Ouija from letters from a scrabble board and we used an upturned wine glass for the planchette. The glass started to move and everyone thought each other was moving it, so the two staff got up and left Marie and myself still playing it. It spelled out that it was her granddad then it said "Billy loves" which was her boyfriend. She kept asking me if I was moving it, but I wasn't. I asked if it could give us proof it was working and it spelled out "GOSS" which turned out to be one of the staff's surname. When we said Goss, he heard and came over and it spelled it out again. We have never met this guy before. We also asked if there was a god and the glass kept making figure of eight shapes. A few weeks after this event, something tried to possess me one night as I was climbing into bed, something hit me in the back, but I could tell it wasn't human, this happened three times over a period of about one minute, each time it winded the hell out of me. I prayed to god to save me and then it went. I have never messed around with the paranormal since.
I was about 16 at the time. About 10 of us from our church choir decided to gather at a one of the group's house and hang out after choir practice one night because he would be alone that night as the rest of his family were visiting relatives. We talked about it at practice and our conversation was overheard by some members that we didn't want to join our gathering, but we didn't want to hurt their feelings either. Steve, the son of the homeowner, talked one of the groups to leave early then call and pretend to be the father stating they were coming home early. We would all leave, then come back and the unwanted guests would not be the wiser. The plan was put into effect and it worked like a charm. The invited group returned in a few minutes and we sat around listening to music and cracking jokes. We decided to lock the doors and turn off most of the lights just in case the unwanted guests returned. I locked the front door myself.
Lately, at night through the corner of an eye, my son as well as I have seen someone fleeting past the kitchen window. Even our dog sends an alert that somebody is here, when in fact there isn't. The last time I used the board (being a skeptic, I always have someone else use it) she said that she wanted to meet me along the edge of the field at one o'clock in the morning. “Promise?” I asked.
"I PROMISE", she answered.
I never bothered. I'm not sure if I believe in such things, but it is fun to think about... Perhaps it is true!
A week later I was able to lease out the restaurant with an agreement to sell it after a period of time. Also, during this week my dad’s life insurance policy was paid and I deposited the money into the bank, which provided my mom with enough money to keep everything current for at least 6 months. And, by now she was feeling better and able to get up and around a bit. That night I lay in bed still not sure what I should do. I felt that if I tried to get out of the Army I was a quitter and was letting my Army friends down. If they could risk their lives, I was certainly no better than them. I don’t know how long I lay there or when I went to sleep. But again I had a dream. This time in my dream my friend I spoke of earlier that was killed in the Navy River Boat appeared and told me my dad had died for me and that if I went back, his death would be for nothing. Plus, he said I too would die, leaving my mother totally alone. When I woke this time, I remembered the warning, and no longer had any choice. I returned to Ft. Rucker and met with the post A G. He immediately approved my release from active duty and assigned me to a reserve unit, which I had 6 months to locate, which was close to home.