Last night I had an experience that I’ll never forget.
My first time using a Ouija board.
The evening started off different already; for once I wasn’t going to stay home on a Saturday night. I went to see a movie with Dave, Megan, Bree, and Chris (my friends. And Dave's my brother). After the movie, Dave was texting Chelsea, his girlfriend (what else is new?) and he told Bree and Chris that she was inviting him to Devil’s Hopyard to use a Ouija board. I nearly freaked out.
“Dave, if you’re going to be talking to ghosts, then let me provide you with protection. It can get dangerous!”
And then apparently Chelsea was inviting me too.
I had to go.
Who knows what trouble a bunch of skeptical teenagers could bring upon themselves and the world? I mean, yes, Dave has participated in Pagan ceremonies, meditation, sweat lodges, and knows a thing or two about the occult, and spirits. But I don’t think he knows/knew how to create a shield or what else he could use for protection besides sage. I had to protect my brother and his girlfriend and their friends!
So after we brought Megan home, we raced back to our house and grabbed whatever we could. I filled my bag with seven yellow candles, quartz, bug spray (who wants to get all itchy anyway?), an angel necklace, and a statue of my mom’s archangel.
Metatron.
Dave brought along sage and a couple of feathers. For his high school graduation a friend gave him two feathers tied together; hawk and owl. “For clarity in the day and the night.” And then when I saw those, I grabbed a turkey feather, because turkey feathers are only a little weaker than eagle feathers in power.
My mom was reluctant to let us go; she’s read up on what can happen. But we just told her that we’ve got protection from an archangel and our own power, and we’d make sure that nobody did anything stupid.
It was dark when we got there. We met up with Chelsea and her friend Rachel, who were already really afraid. We all embraced and went to the covered bridge.
Background info: Devil’s Hopyard is a state park with the 8-mile river running through it. It’s a really nice place to go hiking and have a picnic. It closes at dark.
At the covered bridge, Dave brought out the sage, lit it, and “smudged” us. To smudge is a term that means pretty much to cleanse of evil, using sage. He was getting rid of anything remotely bad. As he was cleansing the bridge, I was unwrapping candles, setting up the statue of Metatron, placing crystals around, and then came some girl whose name I can’t remember, but I’ll call her Lauren since she looked like an Lauren. And with her came Henry. So Dave smudged them in and we all sat together on the bridge. We set down the Ouija board.
“Remember that we have to have two hands on this thing,” Chelsea was saying.
“Yeah, if there’s only one hand, then we’ll be talking to the devil,” Lauren added.
Talking to the devil is bad. We just wanted to talk to a couple of spirits.
So we all put one hand on the tool. Nobody moved. Nothing happened. Then I spoke.
“Are there any spirits here that want to communicate with us?” I asked clearly. After a moment, the tool slowly moved toward “yes”.
“Is someone pushing it?” Dave asked, for he and I had never used a Ouija board before.
“No, it feels different when someone’s pushing it,” Lauren put in. She’s used it before.
We kept our fingers light. “What is your name?” I think I asked that time. I don’t remember; I was high on adrenaline.
Slowly, whatever was with us spelled out ED.
“Is your name Ed?” Chelsea asked.
It moved over “yes”.
“How old are you?”
5… yes…8…
“58?”
Yes.
So it went like that. As we were speaking to Ed, I almost felt warm. I got a nice feeling from him, like he could have been my grandfather or something.
He said he had four kids and worked in the military. His birthday was July 6th.
Happy Birthday, Ed.
Then he drifted off, so we started talking to someone new. I had a slightly bad feeling; I was sad to stop talking to Ed. I liked him.
The next person we talked to either had an unusual name or wasn’t able to spell it correctly from the other side.
“JUVE?”
Yes.
“How old are you?”
79.
“Did you lead a happy life?”
Yes.
“How many kids did you have?”
Y.
“Y?” we wondered.
“I think she’s asking us why,” Lauren said.
“Oh, we’re just curious,” Chelsea replied to Juve. I think her name was June. V and N look pretty similar, you know.
“Do you want to talk to us?” I asked Juve/June, since she kept on asking "Y". The pointer moved over “no”.
We didn’t want to make her angry.
So we told her that if she didn’t want to talk to us, she didn’t have to, and we thanked her for talking to us. She left with a “goodbye.”
Then Chelsea had an idea.
On the 25th of June, a body had been found in the 8-mile river. She said it was found right by the bridge. Only she and Rachel had read the article, so Chelsea and I put our hands on the pointer.
She asked to speak to the man whose body had been found on the 25th.
He said yes, he was around, and then pointed to H. The pointer moved fast, so I have a feeling that he had more power since he had died recently and around the area. We asked his name. He just pointed to HZ.
That was odd. Chelsea said that wasn’t the name of the man in the article. She asked age. 47. That wasn’t the dead man’s age. She asked if he was the man who had been killed. (She thought his name was Joseph, so we called him that, but I’m sure that she got his name wrong, but it was something with a J. And we got his initials correct. JS.)
Yes.
She asked Joseph’s age. 43. Like in the article.
Were we the first ones he had talked to? Yes.
Did he have any kids? How many? Yes, two.
We asked who killed him. HZ. Age? 47.
Then Rachel asked what time it was. The pointer went to 9. I saw 9:30 in my head.
He pointed out nine thirty.
Rachel checked her cell phone. It was 10:47.
“Was 9:30 the time you died?”
Yes.
Lauren was getting scared. “What if the guy’s murderer is here, waiting for us?!?”
We asked him. He said no, we were the only ones there.
“Does Lauren have anything to be afraid of?”
No.
“Are you watching over us?”
Yes.
We thanked him. I think we asked a few more questions, but then something scary (at the time) happened.
I looked up and toward the parking lot.
There were lights.
“Someone’s coming!” I whispered. We quickly bade goodbye to Joseph and blew out all the candles. I started stuffing my supplies in my bag, spilling candle wax all over my hands. We all huddled together, waiting for the worst.
“It might be Frank,” Chelsea said. Frank is another friend, and he had a truck, much like the one that we were seeing.
But we knew it was a cop. So we gathered all of our stuff and walked up to see him.
He was a very kind man. He asked if we knew that the park closed at dark, and asked us what we were doing. We told the truth; we were using a Ouija board. We showed it to him, along with the feathers and candles. He said he didn’t even know that they were still being made. Then he asked if we had any drugs or alcohol. We said no, because that’s the truth; we didn’t have any.
He said that he could tell that we were a good group of kids (I dunno how. Maybe it’s because we looked religious and already freaked out?) and he let us off with a verbal warning instead of writing us a ticket like he would have. So we cleaned off as much wax from the bridge as we could (we volunteered, because we had made a mess) and then we all went home.
It was about 11:00PM.
I couldn’t sleep for another hour.
So Dave cleansed us, the house, and all that stuff, and even he was a little shaken up, so he grabbed a few angels from my mom’s collection and put one in my room at my bedside table and one on his. I don’t think he got to sleep until 1:00AM-ish.
This morning when I woke up, I felt like I had a hangover. I guess that’s what you get for talking to dead people.
Oh, and by the way, we didn't dance with any devils. Dave jokingly said to my mom (to scare her) that he wanted to tango with the devil, but I doubt that he'll kid around about that again any time soon.
This is Horse lady, signing out.
Katie Sea Community Member 
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