cookiepuss
12-27-2006, 06:57 PM
I've been reading ouja stories. fun. anyone here want to share thier expereinces with the devils board? hummmmmmm?
to get you started here's one: (I was going to pull a Bob and pretend it's about me and then break the news to you later...but I'll spare you. "Where's the fucking toy old man!") Truthfully I don't have any notable ouja creepiness, though I've played with them before on numerous occasions. but this guy spins a good yarn....
Another instance involved the home made board as well.
I had been seeing a little boy out of the corner of my eye in my old apartment. He'd peak in my bedroom window (my room was an enclosed porch) and run away etc.
So I wanted to find out his story. My ex, her friend, and myself busted out the board.
They used the board while I asked questions.
I asked how old he was. He said 5.
I asked his name. It spelled out Collin.
I asked if he was alone. It said no. His "pa" was with him.
So I asked to talk to "Pa"
I asked what was keeping them in this plain and it spelled out "demon".
So I asked what they called this demon...it spelled out "omnipotent"
One of the girls using the bored didn't know what that word meant, let alone how to spell it.
I asked where this demon lived. It spelled out "basement"
I fucking hated that basement. Hated it with a passion! I always felt a heavy feeling of dread in that basement.
Anywho, I disregarded most of this stuff until I started seeing a tall, shadowy figure that looked like he was wearing a hat (like an old fedora) standing in my doorway at night.
My mom would come out and see it as well.
One night she came out to pee and saw it standing in the doorway to my room. She was like "Can I help you?" and it vanished.
Another time I woke up to two blurry figures at the end of my bed (a tall one and a short one)
The tall one said "He's not ready..." and they vanished.
My mother used to yell at her boyfriend's kids to stay out of the kitchen while she was cooking and all 3 of them would be in the living room watching tv with me. She said she saw a little boy run past her. Wasn't any of them, that's for sure.
To top it off...just when I thought I was going insane...my mother's boyfriend's son (age 5) was playing in the living room one day and he was being really odd. He had a pile of cars and he was passing them out like he was playing with someone. He was like "I'll play with this one, and you can have that one"....
so I said "Shane...who are you talking to?"
He replies "The little boy."
"what little boy?"
"Collin..."
I get chills every time I think about it.
to get you started here's one: (I was going to pull a Bob and pretend it's about me and then break the news to you later...but I'll spare you. "Where's the fucking toy old man!") Truthfully I don't have any notable ouja creepiness, though I've played with them before on numerous occasions. but this guy spins a good yarn....
Another instance involved the home made board as well.
I had been seeing a little boy out of the corner of my eye in my old apartment. He'd peak in my bedroom window (my room was an enclosed porch) and run away etc.
So I wanted to find out his story. My ex, her friend, and myself busted out the board.
They used the board while I asked questions.
I asked how old he was. He said 5.
I asked his name. It spelled out Collin.
I asked if he was alone. It said no. His "pa" was with him.
So I asked to talk to "Pa"
I asked what was keeping them in this plain and it spelled out "demon".
So I asked what they called this demon...it spelled out "omnipotent"
One of the girls using the bored didn't know what that word meant, let alone how to spell it.
I asked where this demon lived. It spelled out "basement"
I fucking hated that basement. Hated it with a passion! I always felt a heavy feeling of dread in that basement.
Anywho, I disregarded most of this stuff until I started seeing a tall, shadowy figure that looked like he was wearing a hat (like an old fedora) standing in my doorway at night.
My mom would come out and see it as well.
One night she came out to pee and saw it standing in the doorway to my room. She was like "Can I help you?" and it vanished.
Another time I woke up to two blurry figures at the end of my bed (a tall one and a short one)
The tall one said "He's not ready..." and they vanished.
My mother used to yell at her boyfriend's kids to stay out of the kitchen while she was cooking and all 3 of them would be in the living room watching tv with me. She said she saw a little boy run past her. Wasn't any of them, that's for sure.
To top it off...just when I thought I was going insane...my mother's boyfriend's son (age 5) was playing in the living room one day and he was being really odd. He had a pile of cars and he was passing them out like he was playing with someone. He was like "I'll play with this one, and you can have that one"....
so I said "Shane...who are you talking to?"
He replies "The little boy."
"what little boy?"
"Collin..."
I get chills every time I think about it.