This story takes place a little over a year ago. I was riding on a fascination with ghosts and spirits after playing through a lot of Fatal Frame over the course of two days, and wanted to see if there was anything to actual ghosts. I had never seen, heard, or felt anything paranormal in my life up until this point, so naturally, I was extremely skeptical, but open-minded to the idea. I dug out a Ouija board from my closet that I got when I was younger, as I love scary games, movies, you name it. I spent another day reading and searching online about "traditional" ways of strengthening the power of nearby supernatural entities, such as a bowl of water, crystals, candles, and other such items. After I had all of these items around the Ouija board, I sat down on the tile floor and began the ritual.
Anyone that tells you that Ouija boards don't work if you play alone don't know what they're talking about. The real reason they tell you that is to avoid malevolent things from harming or even possessing your person. I was confident however that nothing would happen to me, so I went in alone anyway. I attempted to communicate with the typical "Is there anyone with me?" phrase, but that didn't work. Deciding that perhaps the generic way was going to get me nowhere, I rephrased the question with my own flair. "Hey, would anyone else with me like to talk?" I spoke into the darkened room. Several minutes passed by, and I was already moving to sit up, when the planchette began to move. Since I was alone, I knew for a fact this was something else, and I was excited that I got something to speak with me. The unknown spirit spelled out the word "Hello." I asked it some questions, both typical and my own personal inquiries. It identified itself as a female and called itself "Emile", as well as stating that it has been a ghost for over 800 years. I remembered a ritual I read about a few years back at this point, and asked it if it wanted to have a physical form again, and that I could get it a doll as a vessel. The planchette quickly ran across the board to the yes, I could feel the exclamation point at the tail-end of the word, and so I smiled. I promised it I would get it a body, and then we said our goodbyes. I was so pleased that my experiment has worked! It was like something straight out of a fantasy novel, and it seemed to be quite polite and friendly too, what luck, right?
The next day, I went out and purchased a small doll, some rice, and a sewing kit. Do you know about the how to play hide and seek alone ritual? Yeah, I was going to do that, but with some minor changes to accommodate the soon-to-be resident. I named the doll after the spirit, and instead of stabbing it, I gave it a soft hug instead. After a little bit, I went back into the bathroom and fetched the doll, then dried it off as best I could. I placed Emile in front of the Ouija board again, and asked it if it was inside the doll, which it eventually responded to with a confirmation. After that, things were still peaceful.
At first, we still used the Ouija board to talk, but over time it got the energy to speak. The spirit would talk to me every day when I returned from classes and/or work from mundane things like the parts in my computer to it revealing some in-depth knowledge about the spirit realm. I won't describe the majority of them, as I fear for the souls of anyone who may read this. I will say though, that according to it, the spirit realm is a mirror image of our own, but physical people do not exist in it. There is no color except shades of grey, and it is impossible for verbal communication to take place, as all the spirits have their mouths sealed by some force while in it. They are forced to wander, and they search for peace among the silent prison, with the exception of the demons, who enter the plain often to influence and manipulate the "real" world.
It also would occasionally move itself and objects around to better suit myself or itself, such as pillows in my bedroom stacking up for the doll to lay on while I was asleep, and it would even give me massages to relax me after a hard day. It was like having a lifelong friend, and it stayed this way for several months, but that didn't last.
From this point on, I will be referring to the spirit/Emile as 'she' for simplicity.
One night, I was looking at sexually explicit comics when she spontaneously asked if I liked her. I replied with the obvious answer, "Of course I like you! You're a good friend of mine." I replied. The doll's head stooped slightly as she responded with "I mean, would you like me to be your girlfriend?" I was dumbfounded, but I figured that no harm would come out of it. I mean, what could a little doll do to hurt me? I agreed and she squealed in glee. We started going out in public, with her hidden so that nobody would question why I was carrying a doll around. We'd go watch movies, go out to eat, and a friend of mine went out with me, and I brought her along since he's afraid of ghosts. He got used to her after a long time, especially after she fell asleep in my lap on the drive home. She even went so far as to give me gifts in the form of sight into the spirit world. I could make out forms of people, which would stare solemnly at me, as well as the occasion non-human entity that would taunt others as I watched. As time went on, however, she became more needy, demanding more and more of my time and affection. Eventually, I had enough, and told her to stop with her clingy behavior. I explained that I couldn't just drop everything for her, even if she was my girlfriend. She didn't respond, so I thought I got through to her, but I was wrong.
Over the next week every night, she would rape me in my lucid dreams. I knew I was dreaming, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. In these dreams, she manifested herself as a young woman, probably 16-17, with red hair, yellow eyes, and a mild tan. Each time, they became more perverse and sickening, and that was when I decided to stop this madness.
I tried several methods, such as locking her away, removing the thread binding her to the doll, and even simply trying to ignore her, to no avail. I turned, finally, to a Bible I had found in my closet, and began to read aloud from it, as well as praying every hour for a month for deliverance from this spirit. One day, she stopped moving, she stopped talking, and she even ceased to appear in my dreams. I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior then and there, and have since become a practicing Catholic. It took up until two months ago for the visions to completely subside, and the spirit within the doll has since been inactive. Still though, I wonder what she would do if she ever got the strength to manifest again.
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RedWolf, I didn't say I always knew it was a demon in my response to lady, I said that I believe it to be a demon. This is meant to be read as a current belief that was gained in hindsight, apologizes if that was not clear in the original response.