Me making this post was prompted by the “Lost the Plot?” Episode because it reminded me of my experience. For reference, this occurred almost 18 years ago but the main detailed are still so fresh in my memory.
When I was 10 turning 11 we had just moved into a new mobile home (one of the nicer parks), not far from our previous residence. I got to have some friends over for a sleepover for my 11th birthday and, for reasons I cannot remember, I really wanted an ouija board. I was really into spooky stuff at the time. So, my mom got me one of those store bought ones and my friends and I played with it at my sleepover. I don’t even remember what all we asked, I just remember us all thinking it had told us that there was treasure down the drain of my bathroom sink. (Which we never found lol).
After the sleepover I don’t remember pulling it out too much, but I might have 1-2 more times(?). The creepy part came a while after this though and I never thought to connect the dots until Morgan mentioned that spirits could attach to the boards if you don’t get rid of them after. I don’t exactly remember how long after these events started happening, just that it was within the same year.
It started with me hearing mumbled voices in the hallway outside of my bedroom at night. For reference, my bedroom was on one end of the house, down a long hallway off from the kitchen and my mom’s room was on the opposite end of the house. I just remember being a little confused as I opened the door to my room to look down the hallway, thinking it was just my mom in the hallway. There was no one there and once I opened the door the mumbling stopped. I quickly ran through the house to my mom’s room, where my mom was fast asleep, and woke her up to tell her that I heard someone in the hallway. She thought I must have just had a bad dream so told me to just sleep in her room. So I climbed onto the other side of her bed and as I was laying there the mumbling started again. This time my mom heard it too and shot up to a sitting position, leaning over to see out of her open bedroom door, which opened up to the living room and beyond that the kitchen. I also sat up to look.
As we were staring out into the kitchen, one of the dining room chairs (the one my cat Katrina was sleeping on, and I mean literally fast asleep) suddenly flew back, sliding across the kitchen floor and into the fridge. My cat obviously ran off, having been jolted awake.
I remember sleeping in my mom’s room for a while after that because I was so freaked out and honestly she was too. We set up my MP3 player to record in the hallway leading to my room (or one of those old devices). Some mornings we would wake up to nothing but silence but others times we would catch the mumblings, although we couldn’t make any of it out. Until one night we got a recording of the mumbling sounding like it was calling to our cat. It was saying “tri-tri” which was our cat’s nickname (short for Katrina) – she was named after hurricane Katrina. The weirdest part though was when we went to play this recording for my mom’s boyfriend at the time. It had been deleted… all of the recordings had been deleted. And not by any of us, they were there that morning and then gone when we tried to let someone else hear it.
My mom’s also told me about some other experience she had with this entity while I was either gone at school or visiting my dad. The scariest was her experience of walking through the kitchen when the cupboard we kept the cups in suddenly flew open and a glass flew across the kitchen in front of her face and smashed against the wall next to her. She told me that she started screaming at whatever it was to get out of her house and that she wasn’t leaving. My mom had been working hard as a single mother to finally get this place for us to live, so she was determined that whatever was there, was not forcing us out. After this incident my mom got rid of that ouija board and honestly we didn’t have anymore paranormal events in that house once it was gone. Although I did develop sleep paralysis for a while after these events, where I always thought something was lurking just outside my bedroom door in that hallway every time the sleep paralysis occurred.
So yeah… I don’t mess with those anymore and I don’t recommend anyone else to either.
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Backup of the post’s body: Me making this post was prompted by the “Lost the Plot?” Episode because it reminded me of my experience. For reference, this occurred almost 18 years ago but the main detailed are still so fresh in my memory.
When I was 10 turning 11 we had just moved into a new mobile home (one of the nicer parks), not far from our previous residence. I got to have some friends over for a sleepover for my 11th birthday and, for reasons I cannot remember, I really wanted an ouija board. I was really into spooky stuff at the time. So, my mom got me one of those store bought ones and my friends and I played with it at my sleepover. I don’t even remember what all we asked, I just remember us all thinking it had told us that there was treasure down the drain of my bathroom sink. (Which we never found lol).
After the sleepover I don’t remember pulling it out too much, but I might have 1-2 more times(?). The creepy part came a while after this though and I never thought to connect the dots until Morgan mentioned that spirits could attach to the boards if you don’t get rid of them after. I don’t exactly remember how long after these events started happening, just that it was within the same year.
It started with me hearing mumbled voices in the hallway outside of my bedroom at night. For reference, my bedroom was on one end of the house, down a long hallway off from the kitchen and my mom’s room was on the opposite end of the house. I just remember being a little confused as I opened the door to my room to look down the hallway, thinking it was just my mom in the hallway. There was no one there and once I opened the door the mumbling stopped. I quickly ran through the house to my mom’s room, where my mom was fast asleep, and woke her up to tell her that I heard someone in the hallway. She thought I must have just had a bad dream so told me to just sleep in her room. So I climbed onto the other side of her bed and as I was laying there the mumbling started again. This time my mom heard it too and shot up to a sitting position, leaning over to see out of her open bedroom door, which opened up to the living room and beyond that the kitchen. I also sat up to look.
As we were staring out into the kitchen, one of the dining room chairs (the one my cat Katrina was sleeping on, and I mean literally fast asleep) suddenly flew back, sliding across the kitchen floor and into the fridge. My cat obviously ran off, having been jolted awake.
I remember sleeping in my mom’s room for a while after that because I was so freaked out and honestly she was too. We set up my MP3 player to record in the hallway leading to my room (or one of those old devices). Some mornings we would wake up to nothing but silence but others times we would catch the mumblings, although we couldn’t make any of it out. Until one night we got a recording of the mumbling sounding like it was calling to our cat. It was saying “tri-tri” which was our cat’s nickname (short for Katrina) – she was named after hurricane Katrina. The weirdest part though was when we went to play this recording for my mom’s boyfriend at the time. It had been deleted… all of the recordings had been deleted. And not by any of us, they were there that morning and then gone when we tried to let someone else hear it.
My mom’s also told me about some other experience she had with this entity while I was either gone at school or visiting my dad. The scariest was her experience of walking through the kitchen when the cupboard we kept the cups in suddenly flew open and a glass flew across the kitchen in front of her face and smashed against the wall next to her. She told me that she started screaming at whatever it was to get out of her house and that she wasn’t leaving. My mom had been working hard as a single mother to finally get this place for us to live, so she was determined that whatever was there, was not forcing us out. After this incident my mom got rid of that ouija board and honestly we didn’t have anymore paranormal events in that house once it was gone. Although I did develop sleep paralysis for a while after these events, where I always thought something was lurking just outside my bedroom door in that hallway every time the sleep paralysis occurred.
So yeah… I don’t mess with those anymore and I don’t recommend anyone else to either.
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