I was fourteen years old when this story took place. My family had lived on this property of 11 acres for over a decade. My grandmother's house being the original home, which sat in front of my childhood home. To my knowledge, nothing "paranormal" had ever occurred there. I lived in the house with my mother, my step father, and my little brother who was about 4 years old at the time. No one in my family was superstitious or anything like that.
I had acquired a Ouija board behind my parents back and against their wishes. It never occurred to me that there were important rules to follow when using a spirit board. One weekend I had a couple of my best friends over, we will call them A and M, and I convinced them to use the board with me. At first it was all giggles. We would ask it silly things like "What color are my walls painted?", and never got a response. Finally, we asked "What is your name?", to which it replied, "Nemo".
Naturally, we laughed and laughed at this response, and thought, surely one of us here is messing around. Without closing out the board, we quit playing. I quickly called my boyfriend to tell him how funny it was that this spirit had told us it's name was Nemo. After a pause of silence, he said, "You do realize that Nemo spelled backwards is omen". This really freaked us out and we never played again.
A couple of nights after we used the Ouija board weird things started happening at my house. The first things happened to my step dad, who did not believe in paranormal things one bit. My mom told me that he had been sitting in a chair in our living room when he started to smell something that smelled like a dead animal, just for a few seconds and then it was gone. Later, he was in the living room again, and the decorative metal sign hanging on the wall started to vibrate for no obvious reason.
Not long after all of that happened, I started having experiences. My bedroom was in the basement and my brother's room was right above mine. The first night it happened, I heard what sounded like someone running through the house, and then I heard my brother scream at the top of his lungs. Adrenaline pumping, I ran upstairs to check on my baby brother only to find him fast asleep in his bed, as well as my parents. Every night after that, up until we moved out, I heard something running through our house.
Once we moved, my grandmother also moved from her house and rented it out. We thought her tenants were a little loony because they would mow their grass all the time at odd hours of the night even almost every night. When those tenants moved out they told my grandma that they saw demons in the backyard. Since then my parents and grandma have all moved back into these houses. That whole property still feels eerie to me, but so far there hasn't been anything strange happen.
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