Have you ever really been creeped out? Of course you have, we all have and I was a little creeped out last night when my wife woke me up in the middle of the night saying someone’s downstairs but that only lasted a few seconds really.
Here is a story about the most terrifying experience I have ever had in my life. It involves the supernatural and it is true. I guess it had to have been 1989. I had just turned 21. I was a marketing manager for a chiropractor and had just got off work at about 7PM. My car was in the shop so my co-worker Becky gave me a ride home. Becky was probably about 15 years older than me and she was really in to Wicca, which is a modern pagan witchcraft religion. She gave me a ride home and it was wintertime, so it was already dark and I asked her if she wanted to come in for a drink and she said sure. So we went inside and were having some drinks, listening to music, talking about work, did a little partying and our conversation turned to Wicca.
We were in my living room and the lights were down low and I had a couple candles going and she started to explain what Wicca was and her experience with it. She was telling me that she had performed some spells for healing, protection and getting rid of negative influences etc. and that even though she considered herself to be a white witch, it wasn’t an evil thing. More of a spiritual thing. By this point we had a pretty good buzz on and I asked her if she had ever had any scary supernatural experiences. She kind of looked at me a little hesitantly and then said, “Yeah, I have”.
So let’s hear it I said and she went on to tell me that she used to work for this old manufacturing company down in Newport, KY. It was in a building that was well over 100 years old, and apparently it had ties to the slave trade back in the day.
She said that the 3rd and 4th floors were rumored to have ghosts and that she never flat out saw a ghost herself, but you would always see movement out of the corner of your eye but nothing would actually be there or you would sense a presence and other strange occurrences and that some workers actually claimed to have seen ghosts.
She said she never went to the 4th floor warehouse alone, and no one else would either, just because of the bad feeling that you would get, but the really bad thing was one day when her and a co-worker were actually talking about the building and the ghosts one evening she felt a cold hand press against her back and she lost it. She screamed, and pretty much ran out of the building and never went back.
She was serious about it—I could tell that it still affected her. She had done a pretty good job of creeping us both out, so we cracked open another beer and we were passing a bottle of booze back and forth and I said to her “Have you ever played with a Ouija Board”? I swear to this day, I will never forget the look she gave me—her head snapped towards me and one of her eyes narrowed and you could just feel the tension and fear in her voice and she said “Tony, don’t EVER play with a Ouija Board”.
Chills ran down my spine the way she said it and the look on her face. Her reaction really freaked me out and I didn’t want to tell her that I actually had one in my hall closet. It was my roommates actually but I never really gave it too much thought.
Why not, I asked her. She went on to tell me a story about a friend of hers who used to play on a Ouija board with her and some other friends when they were younger and that they were all believers that they were indeed contacting spirits but her one friend started to become obsessed. So much so, that she would play with the Ouija board by herself every day, eventually becoming distant and withdrawn, getting sick looking, and paranoid and then finally committing suicide to make a long story short. By this point, we were both really CREEPED out and I said “Damn, I have a Ouija board in the hall closet and I don’t even want to walk past it to get to my room. “YOU DO NOT” she said. I do, it’s my roommates but it is in the hall closet and my room is on the other side I said, kind of laughing a little bit with false bravado. “She stood up and said “I’m out of here. I have to go, will you walk me to my car please”? She was scared to death and was dropping her stuff in her rush to get away. You didn’t tell me you have a fucking Ouija board here. I have to go, WILL YOU WALK ME TO MY CAR? She asked again. Yeah, of course I said and I walked her out to her car. It was probably about 11:00 or midnight at this point and when we got to her car, she gave me a hug and said “Tony, get rid of that fucking thing as soon as possible” and she got in her car and drove away. Great, I thought and I walked back inside and as soon as I stepped inside of the house, all of the hair on my entire body stood up and I got the chills like I never have before. I went in to the front room and turned everything off and started heading towards my room and towards the Ouija board in the closet and I became very alarmed—-hell I was terrified.
I literally stood at the end of the hall for a minute or two, it seemed like forever and could not take another step just looking at the closet. It was a closet that had the fixed split rails, kind of like blinds, so it wasn’t a solid door and I could swear, I could sense something watching me through the narrow slats –something evil and it was on high alert waiting for me to move. I stood there for a while longer debating whether I should leave the house and had my car not been in the shop, I probably would have but you could cut the fear with a knife. This is ridiculous, I thought and I started to silently recite The Lords Prayer “Our Father, who art in heaven” and I went through the whole prayer and could feel the beast in the closet getting angrier, so I said it out loud again and deliberately walked past the closet to my bedroom and as I was walking past the closet, praying out loud, I was more terrified, scared and creeped out than I have ever been in my life. I have chills right now just thinking about it. I made it to my room and I don’t remember how long it took for me to go to sleep but indeed sleep did come and when I woke up the next morning, I was still in a semi state of panic. I got out of bed and got ready for work. It was trash day that day so I opened up the closet and looked at the Ouija board and had this foreboding sense that it was alive and that it was looking at me with hatred and vengeance and I grabbed it and unceremoniously shoved it in to a plastic trash bag. I tied it up and took it out to the trash can and shoved it in and covered it with the lid, and took the trash out to the curb. I went to work that with it still weighing heavily on my mind all day. It felt like even though it was gone, it really wasn’t. Like it had imprinted me and was with me. I kept thinking about the look on Becky’s face when she said “Tony, NEVER play with a Ouija board” and her look of panic when she found out there was one in the house. I got off work and it was raining—a cold rain, and not just the temperature, it was an unkind rain, as if evil were raining down on me. I got to my car and drove home thinking about the Ouija board. I pulled in to my driveway and saw that the trash can had been brought in off the curb. My roommate must have come home during the day and brought in the trash cans but his car wasn’t there. He worked at a restaurant so he was always working crazy hours. I went inside and walked to the closet. I had to make sure it was gone. I had to make sure it had not came back and I opened up the closet door, my hand was trembling and I looked up to where it had been the night before and like it had never been taken out to the trash, the Ouija board sat there on the top shelf looking down at me. The shock was so intense, that I stumbled backwards against the wall and fell down. I was on my ass looking up and It was like my legs would not work and I couldn’t get up and as I let out a scream, the Ouija board slid off the shelf towards me and it made an evil hissing noise and landed on my lap. I woke up in the hospital 2 days later with cuts all over my body and I saw my roommate sitting next to my bed looking both scared and relieved. After I got out of the hospital, I woke up the next night with a cold fever and sweat was dripping off of my forehead and I went to the bathroom to get an aspirin and I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror and I opened the medicine cabinet and got the aspirin and when I closed the door, I could see a reflection of my friend Becky in the mirror standing behind me and she was laughing and when I turned around no one was there…