Ouiji Boards

OK, so I know that I said that I didn't think Ouiji Boards worked. But now, I'm convinced. Allow me to explain.

Last night, was a typical night for me. I stayed in, playing some video games, WoW, the usual. Then I watched a movie, Starship Troopers (I hadn't seen it for ages, and Erik lent me a copy), and then crashed. I had another nightmare, which is prety typical for me these days. Again, it was a dream about my Dad. I don't know why he's been on my mind (or more my subconcious mind) so much lately, and I wish he wasn't. Suicide isn't exactly the kind of thing you would want to dwell on. In my Dream, he was drowning in some thick grey liquid, and I was trying to reach him, but I was to scared to reach far enough to get him. I didn't want to be pulled in. So I just sat there watching him drown, crying, as his hand eventually submerged and he was gone. Not exactly a great dream.

I woke up drenched in sweat, like I usually do in these situations. So I decided to get up and get a drink of water. It must have been around three o'clock in the morning or so. I don't know wh these ghost experiences always seem to happen so late at night. But they do. I stumbled into the kitchen and groggly poured myself a glass. As I was drinking, I heard some footsteps behind me. It was pretty loud, and there wasn't really any mistaking what it was. I turned around to make sure there was no one there, and when I did the footsteps stopped. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. I waited, as tension seemed to build in the room, and then I heard the footsteps run from the living room into my bedroom, and my bedroom door slammed shut. I dropped my glass of water, it made me jump so bad. It broke, which sucks, but at the time, it was the last thing on my mind. I slowly started walking towards my room, and as I walked, I heard a laugh. At first I thought maybe it was my imagination, but then I heard it again. It sounded like a little kid laughing, and it was coming fom my room. I slowly krept to my rooms as quietly as the wood floors would allow, and when I got to my door, I paused and listened. I heard the laugh again, and it was definitely in my room, and it was definitely a little kid.

Working up the courage, I stood there for a minute wondering wha to do. I could go sleep on the couch, I could go to Erik's apartment and crash there (I'm not to sure he'd be glad to see me at 3:00), or I could se what was in my room. A couple of deep breathes later, I grabed the knob and twisted. The door opened efortlessly, and inside there was nothing out of place. I I stood there for a second, listening. I could hear a soft scratching noise. It wasn't very loud, but it was distinct. I stepped into the room, straining my ears to hear where the noise was coming from. It seemed to be coming from the closet. I walked over, took a deep breath, and opened it. There, on the floor, was the Ouiji Board. It had somehow gotten unpacked, and the scratching noise was coming from the lens as it was moving very quickly all over the board. I don't really remember what I did, probably just stood there shocked like a moron, but the Ouiji Board as moving, all by itself, faster and faster. I must have started to back up without thinking about it,, and I sipped on the floor, stumbling backward, and then just like that, the thing stopped moving.

I regained my footing, and after standing there panting, the adrenaline at an all time high, I slowly moved back to the closet. The Ouiji Board was just sitting there on the floor. That was when I felt it. Something, someone, poked my back with their finger. I whipped around as my heart jumped into my throat, and I heard the child laugh again. Well, that was the end of that, I grabbed a shirt and some pants, threw them on, ran to Erik's apartment, and started knocking really loudly. He came to the door a bit later, his face creased from sleeping. I told him the whole story, and he wanted to go up and see for himself. I handed hm my key, and told him he was welcome to, but there was no way I was going back in there tonight.

Erik went up there for a bit, while I sat on his couch, and came back and said there was nothing going on that he could see. I didn't care. I knew what I saw, so I slept the rest of the night (I guess you could call it "sleeping" although I doubt I actually did) until this morning. Now I'm over at his place, not wanting to go back to mine, and not wanting to sleep another night on his couch (it's not exactly the most comfortabel couch in the world). So I guess I'll deal with that tonight.

So, that's the update for now. Pretty Freaky!!! I'll let you know if anything else happens. Man, I just want to move out. Only a couple of months let to put up with.
:)