I've been reading stories on this site for a long while, yet I never had quite the gusto to create an account. I've had things happen, one of which I'm telling you right now, yet I just didn't make an account. Here I am today, King-Jack, nice to meet you all.
Now, onward to the story. Yes, yes, it is another Ouija Board story, and yes, I didn't suspect any harm to come of it. At least, not THIS bad of harm.
Background stuff first; I loved paranormal stuff since I was a wee lad. I loved all the ghosts, non-human beings, the existence of the ethereal plane; all those things that would keep a little boy wondering and entertained for a few months. I'd heard about Ouija Boards before, but I had never really been interested in them; I was more of an Electronic Voice fanatic. I was, and still am, a teenager who was just extremely interested in something, and too damn rash to understand what might happen because of it.
Onto what happened. I live in a little country town, and for that reason, I've had hours upon days of free time, and one of my favorite subjects of research was an entity who called himself "Zozo".
One country day, my friend had come over and we were both bored. He claimed to be knowledgeable in the usage of Ouija communication, so we set up the board on the living room floor (We have hardwood floors, keep this in mind.) He had opened a session, and I held my breath, when all of a sudden... Nothing happened. The planchette held its ground and I watched as we tried to talk with the nothing inside of my home. It may have been because it was four in the afternoon, or it may have been because we weren't in the correct mood, but it didn't work, so we packed it up (correctly) and went off to trek through the woods outside my little property.
Later that same night, around eleven, we decided to try again. My friend, Cameron, set the board up in the living room, lit some candles, and was beginning to open a session when I said what was maybe the stupidest thing I could have ever muttered. I turned to Cameron and whispered "Hey Cameron, we should try and communicate with this Zozo thing." He agreed.
We opened session and he began asking questions. He didn't ask for, which may have been another bad point, but he demanded for the presence of Zozo to come to the board. I know NOW that was a bad idea, but then I just thought that's how you did it. (I knew nothing of anything of Ouija ritual back then) The planchette started going crazy. It wasn't going to any certain letters or numbers, just throwing itself around, trying to throw our hands off. Then, it went still.
Cameron asked "Who are you?" and it spelled out "I am Zozo." I was excited. I had read so much about this thing and it's finally here on the board in front of me, despite all the horrible stories I had read. I was excited. We had made a list of questions to ask, and Cameron was about to ask another, when, I swear to all of you, that planchette TORE itself from our hands and went hurtling across the floor. Cameron immediately started freaking out, and I, again, knowing nothing, just smiled at it. He grabbed the planchette, closed session, and we went to bed, after Cameron was sure he had closed it properly.
Nothing happened for the rest of the night, no noises or apparitions or anything. Cameron went home the next day, and a few days passed, then things started happening. Bad things.
First, it was the doors. I had to go to our garage freezer to get a frozen pizza, and I was gone for maybe a minute, but when I came back in, anything that was hinged or slid was open and on the ground. I was freaked out, but I'm a spiritual donkey (I'm extremely spiritually stubborn, nothing really affects me.) so I just put everything back where it was supposed to go and went on with cooking my pizza. Then, the next day, it happened again. I did as I did last time and just continued with my day, slightly shaken, if anything.
It was silent for about three days, then whatever it was started to get personal. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I could see my room. Yet, my eyes weren't open. I couldn't move, and I felt like something had grabbed onto my lungs and was forcing the air out of them. I've never had anything close to sleep paralysis before, so this scared me a lot. Also, right next to my bed, there was this black... Blob... Thing. It wasn't that something was there, per se, but more of it was a lack of light and air. It literally looked like I was staring into despair. Still, though, my eyes weren't open. After that happened I refused to sleep in my room. I still won't go in there, because when I do, the place seems so... Heavy. That's really the only word I could think of to describe it.
That isn't all. I would wake up from the couch, which is seven or so feet from the door to my room, with scratches on my arms, and I'd hear what would sound like something running on claws on the hardwood floors with my bedroom door wide open. I make a point to keep it closed.
The last thing, my friend Cameron has been getting texts and voice messages from me, when my phone's texting is broken (we still haven't figured out how) and I haven't been calling him. He showed me a text, he's received three in all, and it was all gibberish, like someone was mashing keys. I've listened to the voice-mails, and they sound kind of like someone is whispering, but I can't quite make out what it is.
I always hear scampering and sounds and I've taken to living with my mom to get out of that place for a while, and thank everything that it doesn't follow me here... What do I do? I admit I shouldn't have played around with something I didn't understand, and I've gotten enough hazing from others about my stupidity for it; I'd like help. Please?
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