I heard my share of stories about ouija boards in the past, but nothing like the ones in this YouTube video
I heard my share of stories about ouija boards in the past, but nothing like the ones in this YouTube video
“So, little bit of background. I live in a town in pretty much the middle of nowhere in Montana, the population is about 2000, to the north of us between the interstate and my town there is a 30 minute deadzone, to the south I don’t even know how far the deadzone goes because that’s on the reservation. I moved here in July of 2014 right after my freshman year in high school. Before that I lived in a town in Washington about an hour North of Seattle where the high school itself had a population around 2000. It was a culture shock.
I live in what used to be the old rectory (a priest’s home) right behind a church. I’m also working at the power plant in town. I’m convinced that either I’m haunted or this whole town is. It’s probably both. When I lived in Washington I lived in a neighborhood that was still being built when my family moved in back in 2007. The house I’m living in now was built in the early 1900s, I don’t know the exact year. I’ve lost many loved ones and I’m pretty sure at least one is still around and watching me. All my life I’ve had weird things happening around me.
In Washington it wasn’t as often, there would be weird things like a noise upstairs when no one was home but me and the dogs. At first I would think nothing of it, these noises would happen off and on until I moved. Then I moved here, I’ve had weirder things happening. When I first moved in it was ‘old house noises’ a few months after I turned 16 I would see someone outside my window which isn’t exactly likely. My window is 6 or 7 feet off the ground and the person’s head was in the middle of my window. I was creeped out, so I now keep my blinds down so that they can’t see in and I can’t see out. Most recently I had shut the door to my room, locked it, and climbed into bed, five minutes later I look up and my door was wide open. Yes, I’m weird I don’t sleep well unless my bedroom door is locked.
Since I graduated high school almost a year ago I’ve been working at the plant. I’m a janitor so I work mainly alone at night and some pretty weird things have happened. For example my first week of work I was cleaning the training center I was in the back women’s bathroom. I had just finished cleaning the shower, the towels were still on the bench by the lockers. I was replacing the paper towels when out of the corner of my eye I saw a black figure sit down on the bench, knocking the towels onto the floor. I turned to tell them off and no one was there. I called out to see if anyone was in the building with me. No one answered. There have been more things happen like that, but that was the first time. I’ve heard my name be called. I’ve had my arm be yanked. I’ve been pushed. It’s getting to the point where I want to quit because I’m kind of scared for my safety. But I get paid well and I’m not ready to stop working here because I love my boss and my job.”
“I want to start this off by saying that I have never believed in a Heaven or a Hell or any of the various other supernatural myths and legends. Ever since I was young, science has always been my bias, and even after everything that happened in the story that is about to follow, I think it still is. Even after everything, I’m still not sure I believe in it, but what I do know, is that it was real. I saw it. I felt it.
In my junior year of high school, around 2011 or 2012, I can’t remember exactly when during that year, but I know it was within that timeframe, my friends and I were into doing a lot of stupid things that teenagers tend to do. You name it, we more than likely did it. Just like every other teen, drinking and partying was our favorite past time – especially on weekends. However, one weekend of being a stupid teenager has changed my life forever. I’m not really sure where to start, so I’m just going to jump in by walking through the night.
Our group got together, about 5 of us, and we somehow all came up with the decision to go explore in our state’s most haunted cemetery. Why not, right? Something fun to do in our small city, I guess. One of my friends had a Ouija Board, and she decided it’d be a fun thing to do while we partied. We loaded up my car with all of our alcohol, weed, and of course that damn Ouija Board, and we were looking forward to a good night. Fast forward to about 30 minutes later. We’re on the clear opposite side of our city, and we’re out in the middle of literally nowhere. No lights. No houses. Just the stars and headlights lighting our way down this admittedly creepy, winding road.
A little back story about this cemetery first. Like I said before, it is said to be the most haunted in our state, and it’s been investigated by several paranormal investigators and teams, and all of them have come up with the conclusion that there is indeed something there. Eyewitness testimonies state nearly the same kind of phenomenon – a force pushing you off the wall that surrounds the cemetery if you decide to try to walk on it, a shadowy figure that lurks in the woods in the back, mysterious orbs shown up in photographs, etc. This graveyard is the resting place of hundreds of people – from old governors, children, to civil war soldiers who died in battle. The oldest grave there is reported to go back to the 1700s. It was reportedly gorgeous and well maintained back in its prime, but it has since fell apart, and nobody watches the grounds or does any sort of monitoring. For the curious who go visit it, they have to park their car on the “main” road – aka the only road that leads through the side of town it’s on – climb a chain that is meant to keep people out, and then walk down a 2-mile dirt road that leads to the front gates. Once at the gates, you have to climb the infamous 5-foot brick wall that surrounds the cemetery, as the front gates are chain locked.
We pulled up to the dirt road, we got out, and we started our trek. Once at the front gates, I don’t know if anyone else felt it, but I could immediately feel that something was off, but something drew me in. We all helped each other over the wall, and once we were all in, the party began. We ran around, screaming and yelling for the ghosts to ‘come at us’, and we went hunting for the shadowy figure that was supposed to have been seen. We walked around the wall, and the only time anyone fell off was because they were too drunk to keep their balance. Needless to say, none of us saw anything, none of us heard anything, and no one had been pushed off the wall by invisible hands. We then decided to give the Ouija Board a go. With the Ouija Board in my hand, something drew me to a grave that was a little way towards the very center of the cemetery. We all sat around the grave, and of course, we placed the board on top of it. We asked the typical questions, and as we expected, nothing happened. Eventually, we grew bored, sober, and out of things to do, so we all decided to head home. I dropped everyone off at home, and then when I got back to my house, I passed out.
The next few days went by, and they were just normal school days, but then, something changed. One night, I went to sleep, and my life changed forever. I woke up from my sleep, or at least I thought I did, but I quickly learned that I hadn’t. I will always remember how vivid it was and how it felt to look at myself sleeping in my bed. Whatever this place was, was real. It wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t real life. I was looking at real life. After a few moments of looking around my room and watching myself sound asleep, something began pulling me towards my window – which is right next to my bed. I remember thinking, I can’t go to the window, the bed is in the way. But then, it wasn’t. I didn’t go around my bed, and I wasn’t standing on top of my bed, I was through my bed. Before I could process what was going on, my hand began to reach for my curtain, and I tried to fight it – feeling fear beginning to engulf my body. It was no use trying to resist it, though. My hand drew back the curtain, and my eyes were glued out onto my street and to the streetlight that stands right outside my window. There stood a little boy – no more than 4 years old – just looking at me. He wore clothes from an older time, that was obvious, and before I could really come up with an explanation, something grabbed his hand and pulled him away. I woke up instantly and saw that it was time for me to get ready for school, however, I remembered everything that had just happened. Whatever I saw, it was and still is ingrained in me. I tried to not think about it, and I tried to just tell myself that it was just a dream. But that didn’t do any good.
For the next few nights, I had the same exact dream or whatever you want to call it, and after about a week or so, it changed. Instead of having the urge to look out my window, I was looking at myself sound asleep in my bed, with my back towards my open room. Yes, this fact is important later on. Something told me to turn around, and so I did. There he was. The little boy was standing in my room. He reached his hand up to me, and he looked like he was scared. I reached for his hand, but when I came within centimeters from grabbing it, the little boy changed. He was not a little boy anymore. I have no fucking clue what he turned into, but whatever it was, it was dark, evil, and full of hatred. It wasn’t another being, it was just a dark cloud. I remember screaming, but as I screamed, there was no noise, no commotion. Nobody came rushing into my room to ask what was wrong, and then, seconds later, I woke up in my bed just like a child wakes up from a nightmare. I looked around and turned all my lights on. There was nothing there.
This horrible reoccurring nightmare happened for the next few nights, and eventually, I refused to sleep. I got sick – depressed, anxious, I stopped eating, and I quit taking care of myself. My grades slipped, and I started to become an angry person. It got to the point that I felt that I needed to go to church – me – someone who has never been to church had no other option left. I needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. I sat down and talked to a priest and explained everything to him. He asked me if I had ever dwelled in, studied, or investigated in anything demonic or paranormal in general. Then I remembered – the cemetery. My ‘oh shit’ moment was clearly picked up by him, and he asked what all we did, and so I told him. He explained how spirits can be brought into the world through things like that. Now, this priest isn’t a demonologist, and he doesn’t investigate in anything paranormal, so he was little to no help in trying to find a solution, he merely just reminded me of that one night. I called my friend when I left, and because there was still daylight outside, I talked her into going back to the graveyard with me, and on the way there, I explained everything to her. She’s always been religious, so she believed me. We got back out there, and once we were in the cemetery, I walked back to the grave that we had done the Ouija Board on, and there he was, his name was Samuel Diamond, born 1859, died 1863. Four-years-old. I rushed home, and I did research, and I began looking into legends, myths, solutions, and testimonies. One solution I came across was to burn the Ouija Board. The fucking Ouija Board that I had completely forgotten about was still sitting in the trunk of my car. Without a second thought, I started the fire pit in the backyard, and I threw it in – anxious to rid myself of whatever was going on. But then it got worse.
I guess ‘worse’ isn’t really the correct term to use, I guess you could say that it stayed ‘consistent’. Yes, the weird out-of-body dreams did in fact stop, but something else took its place. Feelings. Not your typical emotions, but more like sensing. Ever since I burned that Ouija Board, and even now, to this day, I can’t stop sensing. If you know the feeling of being able to tell that someone is looking at you, then you know what I’m talking about. Whatever time of day it is, wherever I am, and whatever I’m doing, if there is something or someone there, I can feel them. At night, I can’t fall asleep if my back is towards my open room, and if I happen to turn that way in my sleep, then I immediately wake up. If I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep or just relaxing, sometimes I feel like if I turned to look at what is driving a hole through me with its eyes, then I might be killed. Sometimes, if I’m wide awake or trying to sleep (because I know this can be construed at sleep paralysis) it feels like my neck will literally be broken if I turn to look. Sometimes, tears from fear start rolling down my face.
I’ll admit, these extreme cases haven’t happened in a long time, but the mild ones still do. Upon further investigation, I read that burning a Ouija Board, while it can be useful once the user has said “Goodbye”, can release everything that was trapped inside of it through the initial use. I made a mistake when I was a stupid teenager, and I didn’t fix it in the right way. For that, my life is forever changed. I’ve come to learn that the world is more complex than we can imagine, and there are no limits when it comes to the physical plane. The deepness of our universe, and all of the different layers of all the different planes are beyond human imagination. Anything is literally possible. There are some things out there, and this goes against everything that I believe, that can’t and will never actually be proven by science. Sometimes, the only proof you can get is the proof that is personally given to you – even if that means that it’s presented with a beautifully wrapped box with nothing but darkness inside of it.
Goodbye and Rest in Peace, Samuel Diamond
“I have always had paranormal experiences. My family has stories from when I was a little girl that prove that. I have only had one (long) experience that really stuck with me. I still think about it and it has been a long time.
Back story: I had just recently gotten out of a terrible, abusive 5-year relationship and was living close to my best friend at another friends house with my dog (big black lab). I spent a lot of time out to keep myself occupied. The house I was staying in was strange, all of the rooms were connected into a large circle on the upper level and then there were stairs that lead to a basement in the kitchen. I stayed in a guest room on the upper level and there were random things in my room. There was a dresser with a mirror on top in front of the bed and the bed frame itself had a mirror built in.
It started one night while I was at my best friend’s house. My friend has also always had paranormal experiences her entire life. We were the only ones in her house and we were sitting on her bed watching TV with the lights out. Everything was normal for a few hours and all of a sudden, the light switch in the hallway turned on by itself. We looked at each other, nothing new or too concerning and then she got up and turned the light off. Little did I know this was just the beginning.
Fast forward 2 days or so. I had been out all night and I laid down in bed with my dog. I was almost asleep when I felt something small jump on the bed. I felt little foot prints climb all the way up to my chest. The only way I can describe it is how it feels when a cat jumps up on the bed. I reached down, not thinking much of it since my friend had cats…there was nothing there to touch.
After that night I would lay in bed and see shadows passing over the mirrors in my room. They were dark shadows and would completely black out everything. I would hear knocking on my bedroom door when no one was home and people calling my name when no one was home. I felt watched everywhere I went. It was happening so often that I was used to it (more so then before) and found myself ignoring it as much as possible.
One weekend the friend I was staying with and her family left for the weekend. I didn’t want to be alone so I invited my best friend over to keep me company. We noticed a few weird things, the cat was crying out and forcibly trying to get into my room, weird noises etc. When we decided to call it a night is when shit started to get real. We had been laying down for maybe 10 minutes when my friend mentioned she felt watched and was uncomfortable. She got up to go to the kitchen and before I could get up to follow she screamed my name at the top of her lungs ‘YOU NEED TO COME HERE NOW’. I flew into the kitchen and standing there was a black mass that engulfed the entire side of the room. It moved slowly into the dining room as if it was watching for our reactions. At that point we decided we would leave. We grabbed a few things and went to the back door. I stopped in front of the basement stairs because something was drawing me down. I heard something call my name and then it started laughing at me. I wish I could explain this laugh, it was distorted almost like it was coming from a radio but loud enough to hurt your ears. Then it ran up the stairs at me, I could hear it stomping on each step.
I stayed at her house that night.
The night before I moved out was just as bad. I hadn’t even started packing and of l course I stayed out really late. When I came back I sat on my bed and my dog was laying on the bed next to me. It was silent in the house. I noticed my dog was acting weird, he was staring at the closet (which was just covered by curtains, there were no doors) and he kept growling really low. I tried to see what we was looking at when the curtains flew up to the ceiling and everything I owned came crashing out of the closet. The curtains fell back down and I could see something moving behind them.
My dog hid under the bed the rest of the night.”
“My childhood home was an old Victorian and my parents ran an antique shop as well. Before we put anything in the shop, we’d have it researched and in this time, it would just stay in our house. So there was always a lot
of very old things in this very old house and a lot of weird things happened, but here’s one story in particular.
One night, my cousin was staying over and we were home alone. We were in my room talking and watching YouTube videos with the door shut, and my cat at the time had been somewhere else in the house. After awhile, we heard this knocking on my door. At first we thought maybe it was my cat trying to get in or thumping his tail against the door, but the knocking was coming from high up almost as if someone was knocking just slightly below the very top of the door. It was quick too, like a person normally knocking at a door, not something a cat could do with its tail or a paw or something.
Since this was an old house, we though ‘Maybe it’s just old creaks that come with the territory’ but we heard it again. This time, it sounded more urgent and loud. Since my room was at the front of the house, I looked to see if my parents were home yet but the drive was empty. My cousin wanted to open the door, but I had this feeling that we shouldn’t.
It knocked some more and eventually stopped. We sat there for about half an hour and finally opened the door and checked the house. Everything was empty and locked up. To this day we still wonder what that even was.”
“So in my old house I use to live in, there was this long hallway where all the rooms were. My room was at the very end by my parents’. Then it was my sister’s near the beginning of the hallway.
When I was around 5-6, I don’t know why but I kept my door wide open at night. I remember having a feeling I needed to for some reason. I also remember having a feeling of playing a game with someone (or something). The game was simple. I needed to stay still while it was quiet, and was only allowed to move when the a/c or heater came on (making a very loud noise) while trying to sleep. But I knew it if I moved and made and noise, something very bad was going to happen. While I played this game, while trying to sleep, I would hear footsteps coming down the hallway, s l o w l y. We had carpet yet it was loud and clear someone/something was walking. As it walked towards my room, I could feel a wave of dread. And every night the footsteps stopped at my door and there was never any noise of it walking away. I kept my body and head covered with my blankets so I wouldn’t see who or what was in the hallway. And I didn’t want to.
A few years back I told my sister, and she admitted to hearing those footsteps too. We asked our parents who denied ever getting up in the middle of the night to do that due to being heavy sleepers and not being awake at the time. We eventually sold the house but not before hearing doors slam and open when no one else was there, and things being moved by themselves at night. We even got a priest to come in and bless the house. The priest even told us there was something in the house. Glad we left that house.”
Sarah Winchester was a woman of independence, drive, and courage who lives on in legend as a grieving widow who continuously built onto her home with multiple rooms to appease the spirits of those killed by the Winchester rifle manufactured by her husband’s firearms company. The following YouTube video, produced by Crypticc, goes into more detail about the Winchester mystery home.
“I’ve had quite a few scary incidents happen to me, but these are the top 5 scariest (some I cut and paste from my previous comments on other threads):
“One typical morning, my husband got up and went to work. When he has to get up early, our Great Dane would get on the bed and sleep with me for the rest of the morning. Great Danes are huge as everyone knows–when she would stand up on the mattress, it would shake the whole bed and it felt just like 150-pound adult standing on the mattress.
This one morning she stood up, circled around. I guessed couldn’t get comfortable so she jumped off the bed with a huge thud as you would expect from a dog her size. I heard her walk down the hallway (we had squeaky floors). I was kind of awake but had my eyes closed.
I wasn’t ready to get up so I rolled over only to feel her still laying there fast asleep, even snoring a little. I had no idea who or what was standing on the bed and had jumped off. I was laying there kind of freaked out and wide awake. Then I heard a loud smack on my husband’s side of the bed. Just like someone smacking the palm of their hand on a wall. Then I heard another thud at the foot of the bed followed by what sounded like little footsteps running down the hallway. It ended with a rustle of a plastic bag that was sitting in the dining room.
My dog immediately woke up and popped her head up and started growling. Then she fell back asleep… Thanks a lot, Lily. By this time I’m freaked out, but wondering, maybe there was no work that day and my husband was sent home early. I didn’t want to move, so I called his name. No response.
I grabbed my phone and called him from under the sheets. I asked if he was home. He was still at work. He asked if everything was okay and I said that the house was creeping me out again. He said he wanted to tell me something but didn’t want to freak me out. I wanted him to tell me.
He told me that that morning, he was sitting in the chair in the dining room, at the end of the hallway. He was bent over tying his shoes when he heard what sounded like little footsteps running down the hallway toward him, at his face since he was bent over. He said he felt a breeze hit his face and immediately after he heard what sounded like someone stepping on a plastic bag. The same one at the end of the hallway. He said he saw it move.
He had forgotten his lunch because he said he booked it out the door right after it happened… Oh yeah… Thanks for leaving me lol. That weirded me out so bad.”
“In [my old] house, frequently but not all the time, when you showered you could hear what sounded like a woman and sometimes a child drowning and screaming. My husband flew out of the shower covered in soap the first time he heard it. He even ripped part of the shower curtain. It upset me too much to be scared. I just made my shower short and tried to ignore it.
The first night we moved in, we heard LOUD angry whispering in the dining room. I don’t know what was up with that stupid dining room but it seems that’s where it is all focused on. It sounded like a large group of people whispering to each other. It was like that angry, spiteful whispering. When we started hearing it I was on the phone with my mom and I had to frequently stop what I was saying to listen to what was going on. My husband and I were freaking out. My mom was on the other side of the phone just laughing at us because we were screaming lol. It was really scary because it was our first experience in the house but now I look back at it and it was kind of funny.
I play the drums and guitar and I had set up the music room in our new home. I got it all set up and left the room and I could hear tap on each of my symbol and each TomTom. Then I heard each string on the guitar play Slowly one at a time E…B…G…D…A…E… That creeped me out, but I was starting to get used to the idea of being in a weird house. I was too chicken to go in and check it out, so I screamed from the hallway, “Stop touching my shit!!” NO ONE touches my Takamine. Not even ghosts. I will haunt you if you touch my instruments lol! I never heard them being messed with again in the six years we lived there.
In the apartment before this house, we could never sleep with the door open and we felt like we could never sleep with it shut. It was weird. My husband and I both felt the same way. It was like we had to leave the door open just a little bit.
After a couple weeks of being there we started hearing what sounded like a little kid in the hallway. I had a strong feeling that it was a little girl. It made me really sad. I realized that when we left the door slightly open it felt more comfortable. I think she felt like she couldn’t come in, but needed to know there were grown-ups there. It made me really sad. More sad then scared. I’ve never had such a strong feeling without seeing anything. The feeling I had was so really specific. It made me wonder if the abused girl lived there at one point.
One night my husband was out of town and it was time for me to go to bed. I knew he thought I sounded crazy, but when it was time for me to go to bed, I opened the door a little bit and said that it was okay and that she could come in if she needed to and not to be scared. I got an overwhelming feeling of comfort that night. I was a little worried about staying there alone since it was the first time I was alone since we were married. After that we really didn’t have a problem.
About a year later I was reading reviews online of that apartment, because we really didn’t like it. It was pretty trashy and the managers were totally trailer. I was snooping through reviews and a few of them said they swear that place is haunted by children. It was really weird to read that! It kind of made me feel a little less crazy.”