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“She’s there, man. She’s fucking there.”

June 3, 2011

This is an earlier experience happened when I was fourteen years old. My friend had hosted a week long house party while his parents were out of state attending his grandmother’s funeral. We were fourteen, so that didn’t seem horrible at the time, but after a house full of empty bottles, a hotwired car, an alcohol poisoned twin, and being caught by his parents friend who then hired thugs to rough us up for destroying the house, we started to see the error of our ways – legal and moral – and my friend ran away in fear of what his parents would do.

One night, about a week later, he showed up at a get together with tears swelling in his eyes. He was pretty distraught and babbling on about how he wanted to apologize to his grandmother, and how much he loved her. Being one of the few resident ‘weird kids’ in our circle (read: black hair and listened to heavy music) someone asked me if I could talk to the dead. Of course, I scoffed, said no, but then, perhaps foolishly, suggested a Ouija board.

With a self constructed black-marker-on-paper board and a shot glass we legged it to a cemetery in our area – at one thirty in the morning no less. It seemed appropriate for what we were doing.

Everything went exactly to plan. The five of us put our fingers over the shot glass as my friend pleaded with the board to let him talk to his deceased grandmother. As soon as the glass moved, an eery cold breeze picked up and engulfed us. It could’ve been a coincidence given that the cemetery is located at the top of a hill, but, suffice to say, we were spooked. Shortly after my friend burst into tears and couldn’t contain himself. Having accomplished what we came for, we packed up and left.

I’d experimented with Ouija before, and it was all pretty textbook, I thought… Until the walk home.

A block away from the cemetery, my friend and I both clearly heard car tires and a girl cry out. It only lasted a second, but I definitely heard it and we both stopped. Nobody else in our party had heard it. Slightly creeped and still high off just performing a seance in a fucking graveyard we decided to sit down in a park and do another – this time asking for a little girl (preferably the one we’d heard.)

We think we reached her, but she didn’t want to talk to anyone except my friend and a girl who was with us. The rest of us went and sat under a tree and waited patiently, regardless of it now being close to three in the morning. After a while, our friend, the girl, came back and told us we could go home. She claimed that the ghost had agreed to meet us tomorrow morning at the house were we got together to continue our talk. At the time we thought nothing of it.

Yeah, we’d invited an unknown spirit into the house by mistake. When we contacted the ‘girl’ the next morning, it started out nice. The Ouija spelt out T-H-N-K, and S-A-F-E – but then things changed. It started repeating letters, M-G-M-G… F-Z-F-Z, and wouldn’t say goodbye. So we left it, and laughed about how fucked that was and went about our day.

For the next week, that house was a nightmare. One end of the house went freezing cold. The family of our other friend who lived there wouldn’t go down there, despite them not knowing about our adventures at all. It was uneasy and tense all throughout the house. Fire would behave in strange ways, demonstrated by my friend flicking matches – which would turn mid-air and come back at him. Fridges and ovens would be found open. The garage door stopped working. I can’t say I spent much time there that week.

When I came back, my friend, who had been hiding at that house since running away from his parents, was clearly distressed. He looked like he hadn’t slept all week, he’d lost weight, he was twitching. He pointed at the door and said “She’s there, man. She’s fucking there.”

He ended up so distressed that day that he stood in a hallway and screamed at the top of his lungs “Get the fuck out! I don’t want you here! Fuck off!!” At this point, he just started laughing. We were hesitant to approach him, but when we did, he just smiled and said “She’s outside now.”

All the strange activity stopped right there and then. And we burnt our home made Ouija board – just in case. The weird thing was, despite just being ordinary printing paper, once burnt it turned into a thick, black tar that stuck to the side walk. Not ash.

– Posted by botulismthebrat; Nosleep

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