HAUNTINGS 3

On October 29, a few years ago, my friend was having a Halloween party. Her parents loved board games, so Anne had a room full of games, all stacked up against her wall. Among them was a Ouija Board. On many occasions prior to this, we had all crowded around in a dark room, two or three of us holding onto the piece that moves (the name of it eludes me) and one of us writing down what the Ouija spells. Then we'd all get spooked and leave it.

This particular story happened when we were all about 15 years old. Anne and I had gotten together early and planned a practical joke for our buddies. Since we were all horror buffs, I was going to make up a story about how a girl had lived in Anne's house before Anne's parents had acquired it.

(Quotations indicate the false story I had written about the girl whom Anne and I made up:) "That girl had held a Halloween party and got sick. Apologizing, she snuck into her bedroom and fell asleep. Then, all of a sudden, the party-goers heard a hysteric scream. They ran into her bedroom and found her lying in her closet, blood covering the entire room, her hands and her feet cut cleanly off. The window was open, and the girls ran to it and looked down. They saw a very clear imprint of hooves running away from the scene."

Anne was supposed to buy some fake body parts and make some red Jell-o, and I was supposed to get on the Ouija board and fake a bunch of stuff, so that it would talk about how somebody was going to die tonight. I thought I'd let it get warmed up first, then start moving it so that it would say only what I wanted it to. I never got the chance.

All of a sudden, it started telling a story about how it was the devil and how it was going to hurt somebody tonight. I guess some of that can be attributed to my subconscious thoughts, but then it started saying things I had never even thought of. I was terrified. I asked it who would get hurt, and it played around for a moment, just "running in a circle," as my friends and I called it. Then it stopped on one letter: U.

I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the piece across the room, and ran to the bathroom, pledging never to use it again.

They took it into another room, and they started playing with it, and talked to a benevolent spirit telling them about how they were zebras in their past lives. I got tired and went to bed in Anne's room.

Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I had a horrifying dream of a horned monster murdering me. It was so real that I could FEEL the pain of my hands and feet being cut off. I screamed several times, but my friends didn't come to check on me. They thought I was just trying to scare them. All of a sudden, I felt a hand close on my shoulder and shake me awake. But when I jumped and quickly threw a glance over my shoulder, nothing was there.

I didn't fall asleep that entire night, and when I got home, I burned the story I had written. For about a month after that, the nightmare plagued my sleep, then it mysteriously vanished.

The following story is something that still gives me chills when I talk about it. About 10 yrs ago I was living in a small town in Texas. We lived in a set of duplexes where some of his family lived and my boyfriend worked with his sister. One morning I was to babysit their little boy (I'll call him Joey) who was about 3 yrs old. It was still dark when everyone else left for work and I settled down on the couch to take a nap before the Joey woke up for the day. I had slept for maybe 30 minutes when I heard the singing. That is what woke me up. Joey was singing a little song in one of the back bedrooms. When I called to him to come in the living room and sit with me, I still had my eyes closed. The couch faced the front door and away from the kitchen and hallway. When the singing got about halfway down the hall, I realized that it couldn't be him because his mother taken him with her that day and he wasn't in the house. I literally couldn't move. All I could do was say in my head, "Please don't come and sit beside me!" I could hear the little footsteps coming down the hall getting closer, then they passed right behind me and turned into the kitchen. I could hear very distinctly the slap of the bare feet as they hit the linoleum. It was very vivid. I was scared out of my wits and freaking out. Then they and the song just stopped in front of the sink. My hair was standing on end and I was trembling a bit as I opened my eyes. I got up and looked in the kitchen and saw nothing. I turned on every light in the house and, despite it being mid-summer in Texas, opened the front door and the windows so I could see out. I spent the rest of the day with the door open, tv on full blast sitting very close to the door. When they all got home that evening, I told only my boyfriend, and he insisted that I had been dreaming as I have always had very vivid dreams. But it was the singing that woke me up. By the way, this isn't the only time his family has had weird occurences happen. I wonder if it was something that had followed them there and was just saying hi.


	HAUNTINGS 3 HAUNTINGS 1 HAUNTINGS 2 HAUNTINGS 3 On October 29, a few years ago, my friend was having a Halloween party. Her parents loved board games, so Anne had a room full of games, all stacked up against her wall. Among them was a Ouija Board. On many occasions prior to this, we had all crowded around in a dark room, two or three of us holding onto the piece that moves (the name of it eludes me) and one of us writing down what the Ouija spells. Then we'd all get spooked and leave it. This particular story happened when we were all about 15 years old. Anne and I had gotten together early and planned a practical joke for our buddies. Since we were all horror buffs, I was going to make up a story about how a girl had lived in Anne's house before Anne's parents had acquired it. (Quotations indicate the false story I had written about the girl whom Anne and I made up:) "That girl had held a Halloween party and got sick. Apologizing, she snuck into her bedroom and fell asleep. Then, all of a sudden, the party-goers heard a hysteric scream. They ran into her bedroom and found her lying in her closet, blood covering the entire room, her hands and her feet cut cleanly off. The window was open, and the girls ran to it and looked down. They saw a very clear imprint of hooves running away from the scene." Anne was supposed to buy some fake body parts and make some red Jell-o, and I was supposed to get on the Ouija board and fake a bunch of stuff, so that it would talk about how somebody was going to die tonight. I thought I'd let it get warmed up first, then start moving it so that it would say only what I wanted it to. I never got the chance. All of a sudden, it started telling a story about how it was the devil and how it was going to hurt somebody tonight. I guess some of that can be attributed to my subconscious thoughts, but then it started saying things I had never even thought of. I was terrified. I asked it who would get hurt, and it played around for a moment, just "running in a circle," as my friends and I called it. Then it stopped on one letter: U. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the piece across the room, and ran to the bathroom, pledging never to use it again. They took it into another room, and they started playing with it, and talked to a benevolent spirit telling them about how they were zebras in their past lives. I got tired and went to bed in Anne's room. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I had a horrifying dream of a horned monster murdering me. It was so real that I could FEEL the pain of my hands and feet being cut off. I screamed several times, but my friends didn't come to check on me. They thought I was just trying to scare them. All of a sudden, I felt a hand close on my shoulder and shake me awake. But when I jumped and quickly threw a glance over my shoulder, nothing was there. I didn't fall asleep that entire night, and when I got home, I burned the story I had written. For about a month after that, the nightmare plagued my sleep, then it mysteriously vanished. The following story is something that still gives me chills when I talk about it. About 10 yrs ago I was living in a small town in Texas. We lived in a set of duplexes where some of his family lived and my boyfriend worked with his sister. One morning I was to babysit their little boy (I'll call him Joey) who was about 3 yrs old. It was still dark when everyone else left for work and I settled down on the couch to take a nap before the Joey woke up for the day. I had slept for maybe 30 minutes when I heard the singing. That is what woke me up. Joey was singing a little song in one of the back bedrooms. When I called to him to come in the living room and sit with me, I still had my eyes closed. The couch faced the front door and away from the kitchen and hallway. When the singing got about halfway down the hall, I realized that it couldn't be him because his mother taken him with her that day and he wasn't in the house. I literally couldn't move. All I could do was say in my head, "Please don't come and sit beside me!" I could hear the little footsteps coming down the hall getting closer, then they passed right behind me and turned into the kitchen. I could hear very distinctly the slap of the bare feet as they hit the linoleum. It was very vivid. I was scared out of my wits and freaking out. Then they and the song just stopped in front of the sink. My hair was standing on end and I was trembling a bit as I opened my eyes. I got up and looked in the kitchen and saw nothing. I turned on every light in the house and, despite it being mid-summer in Texas, opened the front door and the windows so I could see out. I spent the rest of the day with the door open, tv on full blast sitting very close to the door. When they all got home that evening, I told only my boyfriend, and he insisted that I had been dreaming as I have always had very vivid dreams. But it was the singing that woke me up. By the way, this isn't the only time his family has had weird occurences happen. I wonder if it was something that had followed them there and was just saying hi.