No More Ouija Boards! (Two-Word Challenge)

If you think Ouija boards are just for fun, think again. They are pure evil!

One night, I along with my older daughter who was about 16 at the time, one of her friends and a young fellow who lived next door decided to pull out my brand new Ouija board. Now before this, I used to simply cut letters and numbers out of plain paper, spread them in a circle around the table and use an inverted teacup for a pointer. Each participant would place their index finger lightly on the edge of the teacup and within no time, it would begin to move toward the letters. Using this method, I have never run into trouble.

This particular night using the Ouija board, it appeared that we were soliciting some very strange spirits. After one told us he had to leave because there was evil presence, we decided it was time to say a prayer for protection. The young gentleman offered to recite The Lord Is My Shepherd and we all agreed it was a good idea. However, by the time he got to about the third line, his voice dropped into a very low and deep crawl – as if a record was on a speed that was too low. Very creepy, indeed!

All of a sudden, I felt a strange tingling start at the top of my head and flow right through me. It was a feeling of total stark terror! I found myself rising from my chair and racing for the front door, but I don't think my feet touched the floor more than twice. Apparently, the same thing happened to my daughter right after me and subsequently, to her friend. So there we were, three shrieking maniacs trying to get the lock undone on the thin, glass door. I was sure we'd end up going right through it, but somehow my daughter managed to move the latch and we went screaming outside. (As I'm writing this, I'm thinking how funny it must have looked, but believe me when I say we were all in a terrible frightened state!)

Well, there we were, three females running around outside our complex banging madly on each door. Thank God, no one was outside at the time! Finally, we got a woman to open her door and we quickly stepped inside. Now this woman was a bit odd. She never spoke to anyone and always wore those nylons rolled to her knees, so we used to call her, "Crazy lady pantyhose." I know, I know. Not very nice. Well, she let us in and we immediately saw all the crosses and religious statues in her home. At the same time, the terror coursing through my veins immediately vanished. It was as if I'd stepped into another dimension, and the same thing happened with my daughter and her friend.

After a few minutes, we felt sufficiently calm and decided to return to my apartment. When we walked inside, we found the young fellow with his head on the table. He had passed out. When we managed to revive him, he couldn't remember a thing. He did not even know we had left.