My name is Logan and I am a first year college student at Boston University. I live with my parents in the back woods of Monson Mass deep in the forest off a dirt road with no streetlights for miles. All my friends love coming to my house to have parties and not have to worry about that police showing up, also everyone loves the spooky atmosphere of my place.
My friends and I would love hanging out outside. I was going out with this girl named Heather, she would always really love playing with the Ouija board and asking all types of questions. One night the Ouija board started talking really violently to Heather and started swearing at her, she started to cry really deep and loud. I was drinking a beer with my buds and saw her face, it was white as snow. I kicked the board into the fire pit and yelled out that I was tired of this Ouija crap. As the board burned I heard a loud hissing sound, I kept jabbing at it with a branch and it took forever for the moon symbol to catch fire. I spat on the Ouija boards ashes and I realize now that I must have been a little buzzed or just crazy because I never got that angry before. From that moment on my life has never been the same.
I hear footsteps at night. My appliances either switch on suddenly when no one has touched them or go missing to later be found in my closet or bathtub. I see different size shadows out of the corners of my eye and get phone calls that sound all distorted with a deep voice in the background speaking a strange language. This is only the beginning of my problems. Heather started having bad nightmares when she stayed over my house and I began having them too. I once even had a friend get grabbed while he was on the toilet and ran out of the bathroom screaming.
I found out that the Ouija board was very old and had been given to Heather as a gift when she was in her early teens. I did some research and found out that the board was bought in Salem Massachusetts from a lady who claimed to be a witch who used it often before she ended up giving it to Heather. I asked Heather how she could play with something that might have been used in demonic rituals or things of that nature. She never gave me a good answer; she thought everything was fun and games until that night she was crying.
Heather and I broke up not so long after that, but my life never stopped getting worse and worse. I have to stop for now because my computer keeps freezing while I try typing this out.
I will write more at another time.
If there is anyone that can help or understands what I am going through please write to me or leave a comment.
I am willing to take any advice I can get. Thank You.