The Ouija Board

Funny, the things that trigger spiritual moments. I was watching an old I love Lucy from 1951. Lucy has an encounter with an odd individual that brings out an Ouija Bord from his desk that he had been using before Lucy walked in.

They laugh about the Board. Luckily Lucy tells the odd man that she hasn't ever used the Board and the cut to the next scene. The reason I say that is that the Ouija Board is nothing to play around with. If you have one, I hope that you properly closed out the last session. I understand that if not properly closed it can allow for entities to venture forth through the board with out you even being there.

You want to dispose of this "toy". I would probably suggest burning it, although there may be other proper ways of removing this "toy" from this earthly plane. It is far from a toy. Do Not use it.

The lights

When I left and moved out of the house in Oildale, I was full of supernatural hocus pocus. I didn't want to see it, hear about it, taste it, or anything else. I was in desperate need of a break from anything that didn't have an explanation.

So just a few days after we had moved into our new apartment, my lovely wife came to me with a very strange event. She had seen lights.

These lights were about the size of flashlight bulbs, probably 15 or 20 of them, just floating, suspended in mid air. They had a bit of a fog or a haze around them and were probably about 4 feet across and tall, almost round in their arrangement. They weren't up against the wall but a couple of feet from it, actually about a 90 degree angle to the wall, almost blocking her path to the living room. They were slowly moving up and down in unison, floating in the hallway.

I told her I didn't care, I couldn't handle it right then. I was sorry, but my brain was fried with these sort of things. A month later I came to her with what I thought was a plausible explanation, at least in my eyes. A month later I was thinking about the lights again, and realized that my explanation made no sense at all. I told her they were head lights from a car in the parking lot. But they weren't superimposed on the wall, they were separate of the wall, they were a group of small lights, not two huge beams of light. They were, uhm, lacking explanation. It only took me about 6 months to finally accept that fact. Luckily she only saw the lights the one time and I never saw them at all, at least not in the hallway.

STRANGE

Actually the title should be more Like SSSttttrannnge!!!

A recent email reminded me of an experience which I think I had pretty much forgotten on purpose.

I was at home in our apartment (actually the location we moved to after the house in Oildale) and it was late at night. I am thinking sometime around midnight, but I am not certain. My wife and children were asleep and I was getting ready for bed. I had just turned of the TV and the apartment was very quiet.

Until, just as I was heading for the bedroom, there was a loud banging on the front door. I turned and faced the door, wondering who that could possibly be. Then the banging came again, this time much louder. Now it was plenty loud the first time. Cops at the front door wanting your attention loud (Not that I have ever experienced such a thing - just from watching movies) The first time it was sort of like someone being pissed and wanting your butt outside so they can kick it loud. None of which made any sense to me at nearly midnight.



The second round of knocks, if I can call it that was a resounding knock. It was as if the door was going to fly into the living room and fly off the hinges type of knock. It boomed and filled the whole living room with its thunder. It was way past being some one being upset type of knock. This round of knocks brought a chill to my spine. I took a couple of steps towards the door then stopped. What the hell am I doing? I ain't answering that door at this hour.

Then came a third pounding. This was so much louder than the other two. This was as if someone was having a huge stereo system with a ton of base and it was ponding towards my door. I knew for certain that the family was going to awake as well as all the neighbors, that and I fully expected the door to literally fall apart. What the hell is that? It went from a chill in my spine to the hair on my neck and arms standing on end. This was not good. I retraced my steps backward and waited, facing the door. Hoping that it had had enough, what ever it was. Hoping the door remained steadfast, because I didn't want to face what was on the other side. I fully expected the wife and kids up at any minute.

A minute went by. Then two. Quiet. A third minute. I turned and headed for bed assured that it had finished. I fell asleep in bed.

When I awoke, the first thing I did was inspect the door, figuring the impacts had left some kind of impression in the poor front door. Everything was fine. I asked my wife when she awoke if she had heard any pounding on the door last night. Nope. The kids hadn't either nor did the neighbors ever say anything about the nights events.

I successfully buried the night away deep until Amy and her email. Thanks Amy. LOL