Ouija and Me

     It's always interesting to see the various reactions that people will have when you mention playing with a Ouija board.  Some will consider it a game of harmless fun, while others may wet themselves at the very idea, and still others may try to wet YOU, yet still be intrigued with the idea of possibly making contact with the spirits of the dead.  Myself, I've only played a few times, and my first experience was when I was 12.

     It was on a Saturday night, and I was going to spend the night at my best friend's house, as was one of our other friends.  We had gotten called in from the park across the street, and I really didn't want to go outside, mostly because two chicks had just started making out at the park, and that was the first time that I had ever seen that.  Of course, it could've been the 100th time that I had every seen that, and I still wouldn't have wanted to go inside.  But we all went inside my friend's house, where his parents were, as well as some of his relatives and family friends who were visiting.  Soon, my best friend's mom suggested that we all play with the Ouija board.  I had seen one in the movie "The Exorcist", but I had never seen one in real life, let alone played with one.  I said to my friend, "Whoa! Is your mom serious?!"  He nervously  answered, "Yeah..."

   So his mom brought out the Ouija board, explaining how it was used, and saying that a spirit would answer any questions that we asked.  I was both curious and a little unnerved at the same time.  Would it really work?  Would we really be in contact with the dead, or an evil spirit?  Would everyone find out that "I" was the one who had overflowed the toilet?

    A few different people tried playing the game, and after a few questions and "answers", my best friend's mom asked the spirit to give us a sign, that would indicate that it truly was a spirit we were communicating with, and the spirit said that we would receive one within 30 minutes.  And oh, yeah...the spirit had identified itself as "The Devil".  I was a little nervous, but still not completely convinced of anything.  In the meantime, my friend's mom then began telling us stories about the supernatural, that she claimed either her or her friends had experienced.  Then, after about 25 minutes... the lights in the kitchen began flickering on and off.  Now some of us were starting to get a little freaked!  But that was just the beginning.  My friend's mom that got someone to resume playing the Ouija with her, and she then began asking questions like: "Are the boys going to see anything in the bedroom tonight?"  I looked at my friend and asked, "What's your mom doing asking questions like that?!"  He just nervously shrugged his shoulders.  Then she asked, "Is something bad going to happen to the boys tonight when they're sleeping?"  "Man!  What the hell is your mom's freakin' problem?!"  "Ouija, will it happen before 5 a.m.?"  "I swear I've never hit a woman before, but..."  We were starting to freak!

     After a while, since it was late, and the adults intended to keep on partying, we were told to go to sleep.  We kept stalling and making excuses not to go to sleep.  Then we began to ask it we could sleep in the living room, reasoning that if "Ouija" said that it was the bedroom where something bad might happen, we'd somehow manage to cheat our fate.  We were refused, and told that we had to sleep in the bedroom.  Like "Dead men walking" we began to file into the bedroom, dragging our feet.  As we were preparing for sleep, my friend's mom entered the room, and removed the iron, plus any other heavy and/or metal objects, saying, "In case stuff start flying around..." Now we really were coming close to crapping our pants!

  The lights went out, and we all made a pact, that if anything bad were to happen, and one of us was still asleep, we'd leave no man behind.  It was me, my best friend, his brother, and our other friend.  And of course, our imaginations joined our fears, and we started seeing all kind of stuff in the darkness outside, like heads in the tree branches, mysterious shadows, and so forth.  We continued talking about our fears, getting ourselves worked up, and then my best friend said, "Don't worry guys, my Dads in the living room."  To which our friend wisely pointed out, "What's your Dad going to do?!  Beat up the Devil?!" 

     While that might've made an interesting pay-per-view, it never happened.  We all had eventually fallen asleep, although we all thought that it might be for the last time.  I have always been an early riser, and when I was the first to awake, I immediately looked at the clock.  5:05 am!  It was 5:05 am!  It was 5 minutes past the designated time of our doom!  We were safe!  I felt like kissing someone, but being in a room full of guys, that would've been really awkward.  I could only hope that the clock wasn't running fast...