Ah, the mysterious Ouija board. Talking boards, witch boards, Ouija boards… call them what you will but what happens when you use one?
Throughout my childhood I had heard many stories about this “game” that were meant to scare the crap out of you. From what I heard, nothing good ever came from playing with a Ouija board. Regardless, I found myself drawn to it. I never had one and was always too scared to get one, but I knew I always wanted to see what would happen if I used one.
When I was fifteen years old I met Maggie and Ellen in school. After a conversation one night that somehow included the talk of Ouija boards, Ellen told us she had one. It was an old one that had been around for years and years. Immediately we knew we had to use it.
Naturally, we had to wait until it got dark to do so. What fun is channeling dead people in the bright sunshine? I had never used one before and now I felt apprehensive about doing so. However, I had the security that my friends were there with me and that it wouldn’t be so bad so long as we were together. As the sun went down we lit some candles in preparation of our “séance.” All three of us got on our knees in a circle on the floor. We took out the board and onto it we placed the “oracle.”
I didn’t think I was ready for this. I was so scared and remembered horror stories about what happened to people who used Ouija boards. Things like ghosts flying through the window, doors opening and shutting on their own, strange noises, someone or something outside knocking on the front door. I didn’t know what to expect.
All three of us placed our fingers on the triangular oracle and asked it a question.
“What is your name?”
“How did you die?”
“How old are you?”
You know, typical things you’d ask a dead person. In one of the four corners there was a ”Yes” and in one of the others there was a “No” in case you felt like asking easier questions of the dead.
Then the little triangle would start moving very slowly and would go to a letter, and then another, then another until it spelled out what was supposed to be the answer to your query.
I was not sold. I called shenanigans on the stupid Ouija board. What a crock. I thought it was the other two messing with me and pushing it around. All I know is that I just laid my fingers on top of the piece. I never moved it forcefully or even pushed it in the slightest. It was moving and it was because those two were pushing it around. Whatever. I was seriously disappointed. No ghosts, nothing got knocked off the shelves, nothing remotely theatrical ever happened.
Now I was certain the Ouija board was totally fake and I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. I didn’t see any ghosts coming after us or visions of bloody hand-prints on walls. That stuff was for the movies and camp fire stories.
A short time had passed since my first run-in with the Ouija board and I was having some friends over to my house. Ellen showed up with the infamous old Ouija board and I didn’t care. I was over it.
We hung out for a while, listened to music and then Ellen suggested we bust out the Ouija board. Everyone was beside themselves with excitement.
Of course it was getting dark outside and to set the mood we put in the Nine Inch Nails CD, Broken. We all assembled on the floor and waited. Two of my friends put their fingers on the plastic triangle and started asking questions.
Nine Inch Nails playing in the background added to the weirdness of what was supposed to happen. I don’t even remember what they had asked the board, but everyone would attest to what happened next. As the answer was spelled out on the board, my usually calm dog had started snarling. He was showing his teeth and growling. The CD started skipping, and being that it was a Nine Inch Nails song, what had sounded slightly demonic normally sounded even scarier while skipping over the same word over and over again.
Immediately, my friends pulled their hands away from the board and screamed. We were totally freaked out. It was like Frankenstein seeing fire for the first time. There was a lot of panic and shouting. I couldn’t get over to the CD player fast enough. It wouldn’t shut off! It kept skipping over and over and over again and nothing would make it stop. The power button was useless. I had to run behind the table it was sitting on and unplug it from the wall.
Someone grabbed the “game” and hurriedly put it back in the box. We all stared at each other in disbelief. Did that just happen? I don’t know about everyone else, but I didn’t touch a Ouija board for years after that. If that was just a taste of what it could do, I didn’t think I wanted to push it further.
About ten years later, I was out shopping for board games for a party, and there it was. Right alongside the boxes of Clue, Monopoly, Pictionary and Scrabble was the latest version of the “Mysterious and Mystifying Game” – the Ouija board! Except this one glows in the dark.
I had a laugh and bought it just for fun. It’s not the same old fashioned scary looking one that Ellen had, this one was mass produced and was obviously for novelty purposes. I mean, come on. It glows in the dark!
I took it home and don’t recall ever using it at the party. I think everyone was freaked out by it and they refused.
A couple years later, I bought a house that is over 100 years old. While unpacking and moving into my “new” house I came across my box of board games. I was putting them all into the cabinet and I saw it- the glow in the dark Ouija board. I must admit I was a little more than tempted to try it out. I thought if it would work, this would be the place to try it. This house is so old; someone had to have died in it. I wondered if they wanted to chat.
I pondered it for a moment but I chickened out for exactly the same reasons that I wanted to do it in the first place. After all, I did have to live here. I didn’t want to hide under the covers every night for the remainder of my life. Maybe if it was someone else house I would be more inclined to fill their living space with ghosts and paranormal activity. I even thought that I should probably throw it away. I wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas and get my house on the list of places to haunt by some evil undead spirit.
I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I put it away in the cabinet right next to the Trivial Pursuit and Monopoly. Occasionally when I have game night and open the door to the cabinet I glance at the Ouija board and wonder….but then I just get out the Scrabble and close the door.
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