| My story is very interesting, to me
at least, because I had never
gone through anything quite like that before. It is a
little long, so grab a cup of coffee or whatever and get
comfortable. It all
started when we brought my husband's
aunt here to live with us, she was quite ill and I took care of her, she had
suffered a massive stroke and was paralyzed on her right side and also she
could not talk. I became very close to her, I would call her my little baby, and
she loved it! Needless to say I spoiled her rotten.
Several months later she died, she
died in my living room,
my grief was overwhelming. It was like I might never snap
out of it, but
finally I started coming around to my old self once more.
Then my three neices always came and spent a few months
with us in the summer, to swim in the pool and just have a good time in general.
The oldest one told me she had brought a ouija board with her and wanted
to play with it.
Well, about a week had lapsed before we got around to it.
It was on a Saturday night, there were the three girls,
my youngest son, his wife and myself. At the time, my son
was learning the ministry and whatever made him play we
will never know, it
is against what he beleives in.
Anyway the girls and his wife
wanted my son and I to guide the
planchette while they would ask the questions.
They were silly little questions
that young girls will ask. But all of a sudden the youngest of the three girls fell
over on the table. Her head actually hit the quite hard,
making a cracking sound.
When she raised up, we all almost
flipped, she was making the noises
my aunt would make because of her inability to talk. The girl was 12 years old
and none of the three had ever met my aunt, so there was no way that she
knew what would she would have sounded like.
At the same moment my husband walked
in the back door, he saw
the girl and how she was acting, making all these noises
and reaching for me,
reaching in a loving manner. My husband became so irate
he ran over and
grabbed the board and threw it just as hard as he could,
he told me later that
he recognized the voice.
Come Monday morning, my oldest son
stopped for a few on
his way to work. The minute he stepped through the door
he said "Oh Mom!
what have you let into this house?"
He said he could feel something although I couldn't, but I told him
about what happened and he said we had turned something loose, because
he could feel it. On Tuesday morning the girls left to go home.
On Wednesday morning, my time
started with whatever
was let in here!
I was doing some book work on the
dining room table (I'm the secretary and treasurer of a
bowling league). I had sat there for about two hours when I decided I needed
another paper from the bedroom. As I went to get up I saw
an old rug that I had made many years ago lying there, an
old latch hook. It was a white
polar bear that my dog used to sleep on, so
it was always in the other room
where she is.
The rug wasn't where it was supposed
to be, but not only that, the bear was looking up at me....smiling! I
screamed and ran as fast as I could for the portable telephone.
Needless to say I couldn't even stay
in the house to call,
I could feel it that strong. I flew outside and called my
daughter-in-law, she was the only
one home.
She said she would come as
soon as possible which she did.
Before I could tell her what happened to me, she came up all hysterical to where I was
in the yard. She said her two small children were asleep when I had called
her so she went in to wake them up to come over here and her oldest one was
crying and saying "We got to go see Mam-ma, a man is trying to get her!"
I asked him what he meant by that.
He said he had been dreaming and
that he could see me sitting at the dining room
table writing. A man came up from
behind me and tapped me on the shoulder but I wouldn't pay any attention to him, so
he went and got in the bear rug and really got my attention!
I took my daughter-in-law aside and
told her that is
exactly what had happened to me. Poor thing! she really
had her hands full.
Her son was hysterical and so was I.
I finally ventured back in the
house very slowly and realized that
whatever it was was gone. Just to be sure, I threw the
rug away - thinking that I had got
rid of it.
Of course I hadn't. In fact my
troubles were just beginning! All
of us around here see things, smell things and feel things. It seems like, after that,
things would happen that we knew were not normal. Water would turn on and off,
doors would slam shut. Things in the house would move, actually touching us at
times.
We burnt the board, but
of course that didn't help any, but
it was worth the try. That was when I finally realized
that we needed help big time!
I called a priest who a
friend had suggested, she said he
had helped her a lot with her house (she is one of the very few that believes me).
Anyway when I called him he wanted to know what and all was going on here
and of course I told him.
He said we had a number of things here, I almost croaked!
He said we had poltergeists, spirits and demons!
And he would not come here! He
suggested that I pray every
day, which of course I do. He said it would probably
follow us if we should try
to move, he also said that when we played with the ouija
board, we had opened
a portal to the other side and let all of these things in.
The portal needed to
be closed, but for the life of me I can't figure out how
to do it.
He says by no means am I to ever to
try talking to it, because I would never know which kind I was communicating
with.
I also told our minister
about it. He believed me, but
seemed to think it was just my aunt. He said
he didn't think she wanted to leave
because she was happy here, but I tend to believe the preist on that one because it
is always NOT friendly.
I told the minister he should preach on this to warn
others what can happen, but he says he would be laughed out of the pulpit.
My son was bothered for a long time afterwards even when
he went to his own
house.
This story took place twelve years
ago and I am still having problems! I don't think they ever leave, but
if anyone has a solution please let me know, maybe I will get some sleep at
night (it even shakes my bed to wake me up).
If you want to call me crazy that's
okay, I've been called that
on many occasions, but I know what I'm up against here.
Thank you for reading
this.
P.S. I almost forgot to say,
sometimes it stops for a while and then starts again, just when we think we can
breath easy. Also, when I talk about it in the house, it reappears, so oh!
Lord, here I go again!
Advice from Bedford:
First (if it's a poltergeist), you
could imagine that it is in a box and over the weeks move
the box outside and that with the box goes the
poltergeist. Eventually get rid of the box altogether.
Second you could by a book of spells
and see what happens or when you go to get it tell the
person that is selling the witch supplies if you about
your problem and she might be able help. I hope this
helps with your problem.
A third option is that you could
play music full blast once a week for half an hour
because the spirits don't particularly like that.
skeptika's note:
They'd be no ghosts in my
house then! If I could only have loud music for half an
hour a week, I would be a very unhappy camper!
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