Jen's Ouija Board Experience
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When you hear Ouija board, do you instantly think evil or bad? Do you think it’s just a game? Do you believe in the Ouija board? Do you believe the dead can communicate through this vessel?
Everyone has their own response to an Ouija board. Some people won’t go near one, some find it to be a joke, others believe you can communicate with the dead. There are some who believe it to be nothing more than a board game and others who believe it to be pure evil.
What’s your take on it? Do you believe in its power? Do you have an unexplained experience while using an Ouija board?
I have used one. As we have mentioned previously, we do believe our house to be haunted. There are so many unexplained phenomenon’s that take place in our home, I wanted to see if we could communicate with who resides here alongside us. To be honest, I am not sure I believed in its legitimacy until that day. Luckily, nothing bad happened, however, nonetheless, it spooked me.
Jen's Dad's Passing
My father passed away on March 10, 1992, six days shy of my 19th birthday. To this day, March 10th is a hard day for me. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before his passing. He had a severe bleeding ulcer and was vomiting profusely. They said he was literally drowning in his own blood. My mom called the ambulance and en route to the hospital, they brought him back to life three times.
I was married to my first husband and he ensured I could not get to the hospital to see my father. He blocked the door, took parts out of the car so it wouldn’t start, and refused for me to go. At this time, I will not discuss why, however, it had nothing to do with my father and a lot with my, now ex, being an asshole.
They removed part of my father’s stomach and intestines. I called to check on him frequently throughout the day. They had stabilized him. Things were looking better over the next day or two. However, when I called to check on him that day, my sister’s, then, boyfriend answered. My mother hadn’t called me to tell me he had taken a turn. My sister’s boyfriend said, “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, he died”. My dad died. I didn’t get to see him. I didn’t get to talk to him. I didn’t get to tell him I loved him. For 26 years, I have lived with great guilt in not getting to tell him I love him. I will feel that guilt until the day I die.
My Ouija Board Experience
Roughly 7-8 years back, we used an Ouija board. We were using it for fun. I can’t remember if we bought it, or if it was given to us. Anyway, we put the planchette on the board, asked if anyone was with us, and we got a response. The spirit moved the planchette to “yes”. Of course, my daughters and I were accusing each other of making it move.
Our next question was, “What is your name?” It spelled out D-A-D. I got upset and told the kids that wasn’t funny. The look on their faces expressed they were just as shocked as I was at that moment.
I asked if it was my dad and the planchette went to “yes”. I started to cry. I asked him if he knew how much I love and miss him. Again, the planchette moved to “yes”. I said I had to go, said goodbye, and I haven’t touched one since. That literally freaked me out. Keep in mind, my daughters and I had not discussed my father.
I wasn’t trying to reach out to him, but I do believe he felt like he had to let me know he knew I loved him. Harboring this guilt has not subsided. I wasn’t able to be there when he needed me, and he never knew why.
Bonus Story
This is a picture of my (Jen's) dad. I miss him so much. <3
After my father’s death, we found out my middle sister was pregnant. SURPRISE! As she neared the due date, I stayed with them to help mom in case my sister needed to be taken to the hospital while mom was at work. During that time, one morning I had woken prior to everyone else. I decided I would take a nice, hot, long bath.
Their house only had one full bathroom. The hallway had hardwood floors that creaked when you walked across them. You could practically hear every noise in the house. When I lived at home, my bedroom was in the basement. I could hear every move, listen to conversations, know what was on tv, etc.
I was mid-bath and heard the hallway floor creak as though someone had walked the short distance to the kitchen. I figured my mom was up due to the smell of coffee brewing. I’m not a coffee drinker, and, at the time, I didn’t know how to make coffee.
When I got out of the bathtub and dressed, I went into the kitchen. No one was in there. My “dad’s” chair was pulled out at an angle. He was a big guy, so he always sat with his chair in that position. Also, there on the table was his favorite cup with black coffee in it; just how he drank it. My mom uses cream and sugar.
When mom woke up, I asked her why she went back to bed. She said she hadn’t been up. Besides my father, she was the only one who drank coffee…
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