Wall of Ice

My family (on my mother's side) has always seemed to have a connection to "the other side". Maybe it's because of this that all of my life I have been very interested in the super natural. I have owned a Ouija board since I was in the fifth grade, and I have used a Ouija board enough times to be able to tell when someone is feeding me a line of b.s..

I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but I find that if I bring up my experiences with a Ouija board to others, I get stories like "Oh, I'll never use one of those things, my brother used one and it chased them around the room, then they tried to burn it and it wouldn't burn, then they threw it away and it came back the next day." and so on. I am a true believer in the power of the Ouija, but I view the Ouija as simply a means of communication, not an evil force.

So, with that out of the way, here's my story.

I was about thirteen or fourteen and had been using my board with my aunt in my grandmother's basement. My aunt was about 19 or so, and she had a son (my cousin) who was about 1 1/2 years old. We had been using the board every day for about two weeks and we had really seen some good action. On several of the occasions my little cousing would be fussy so instead of leaving him with my grandmother upstairs, my aunt would bring him downstairs with us.

We had asked about every question we could think of. Among other things, we were told that the entity we were talking to did not like the green candle we were burning. I told us to get black ones (we never did). We also found that whoever we were talking to wanted to be our only contact to the spirit world. No matter how many times we asked, we could never get anyone else. After we had exhausted all other avenues, we began asking questions regarding religion and God (something I normally try to avoid). The more questions we asked the more irritated the entity seemed to get. Soon, all we could get was the ever familiar "figure 8" pattern.

During our question session, my little cousin would get bored and want us to play ball with us (he had a plastic ball that was his favorite toy). We would throw his ball into the corner on the oposite side of the room from us and he would go get it. This would give us time to ask a few questions without his interuption. After we seemed to have frustrated the board with religious questions, my cousin began bothering us to play ball.

My aunt threw his ball into the usual corner and told him to go get it. He started for the ball, then stopped suddenly and begin to scream (not a normal cry from a board or grumpy child, this was a scream of pure terror.). He jumped into my aunt's lap and then crawled to the other side of her so she was between him and the ball. She told him to stop it, and put him on her other side and told him to go get his ball. Again, he jumped into her lap and climbed to the other side of her, continuing to scream the whole time. The look of fear in his eyes was clear. I've never seen a child that young be so afraid of anything.

My aunt and I looked at each other and both knew what the other was thinking, ("something" is over there that only the child can see). Not wanting to show any fear, my aunt and I stood up and began walking toward the ball in the corner. We got about five feet from the ball in the corner and we both stopped at the same time. It felt like we had walked into a wall of ice. In all my years of using my Ouija board, I have never felt anything that evil. My aunt wanted to leave, but I wanted to know what it was. We sat back down and I asked what the presence was that was being felt so strongly. The answer was "6......................6..........................6". I have been told many times by the board that I am talking with Satan himself, but this is the only time I realy believe that he was there. I quickly blew out the candle and ran like hell out of the room and up the stairs.

As I reached the top of the stairs I turned around to see that my aunt was not behind me. About 30 seconds later she appeard at the bottom of the stairs carrying her son. I asked what the hell she was waiting for, what took her so long, she said that she couldn't pick up her son. He was somehow stuck to the floor.

For the rest of the day I felt funny, like someone was watching me. We went to the basement the next day and found everything just the way we left it. There was no evil presence that I could feel. I packed up my Ouija board and took it home. It would be several months until I got up the guts to use it again. I have had many strange and unexplainable experiences since then while using the board, but I can honestly say that that was the one time that I was trully scared.

If anyone has any scary (true) stories about their Ouija experiences, I would like to hear them.

Story by Dan Smith
Email Dan at dan@wescor.com