Playing Ouija

One night, a few years back, a couple of friends and I were having a sleepover and decided to have a little fun. Lately I had noticed things where they were not put, images out of the corner of my eye, the strange feeling of immense fear. I knew there was something going on, but didn't think much of it untill this night. My friend had brought to my house her "trusty" Quija board. Yes I know, "Oh that stupid thing...." Well as the game may be said to be stupid it was of some purpose to us. We lit some candles started incense and sat down around the board to "play".Nothing happened for quite a while so I decided to get up and get some water from the kitchen, as I stood up I got the strangest feeling, like i knew something, yet I didn't know what. I sat back down and asked the board where it was. That was the question it was waiting for. A cool air filled the room and several of the candle blew out, the rest burning low enough to shed just enough light to know they were not out. Two of my friends had backed themselves into my bedroom wall, while i stood up to turn on the lights. Instantly I was thrown violently to my bed. My closet doors flung themselves open being previously closed and a red glow emitted from the center if them. My friend screamed and fainted and the..."thing" as it was, dissapeared into the wall. All of us were rattled beyond anything we had ever felt before and fell asleep where we were too afraid to move. In the morning when we woke, the place where the Quija board was empty and upon inspection of my room, was later found in the closet where the thing dissapeared. We decided it would be best to just forget the whole insident and my friends departed. The days that followed were very strange indeed. Since the closet ordeal i had moved all my clothes into a spare dresser in the living room and locked my closet doors with thick locks. The locks of course never stayed on and my closet doors were often open at night flapping of their hinges and waking me in my sleep. I never got up the nerve to go in that room again and only did so with my new fiance when we moved into a new house three years later. I only mentioned the incident once since then and my friends i never heard from again. I dont know what ever happened to my haunted house but i do know that my fiance and I are both very happy in our new, spook free house.


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