It was July 1, 1890 that Elijah Bond had introduced the Ouija Board. It was a parlor game, having nothing to do with the occult. That changed during world war one, when Pearl Curran started to use it as a divining tool. No matter how many times the Catholic Church and other have warned against the use of the Ouija boards, claiming it can lead to demonic possession, it is still a favourite way to talk to the dead.
As one of my friends had learned some warnings should be taken seriously! I told her that if used properly, there is nothing wrong with it, be respectful and nothing wrong should happen.
It started off with just harmless occasional uses, you know a way to past the time on a boring Friday night. Then more of her friends started to join in, it became a regular Friday event. The kiddos would be put to bed, the choice of beverage came out. Everyone was having a great time!
I warned her, be respectful or unseen forces are going to strike you down. The group just laughed at me and told me it was just a game. “Yes it is all fun and games, until someone gets hurt!” I told them all before I left with anger flowing in my veins.
That night against all my warnings, the dullards started to summon dark energy. It could have just been the timing, a storm was in the area, but all the lights went out in the area.
The following Friday the group was down one member, he told me that after that night he had a few to many misfortunes happen to him. And he was a bit freaked out. At the start I just assumed it was the lack of cognitive memory, to why his things would go missing. That is when he confessed to what happened prior to all of these events. I lost my marbles, I used every colourful word plus sum to express how I was feeling. I told him that I would go to his place to have a look around, just to see if anything was there.
At his place – To my delight nothing was there that wanted to cause him any harm. His work place was a different situation. She appeared to me as a innocent little girl, something just was not right with her. Since this was my friends work place it was not like I could say “Hey so and so, you kind of have attracted a little girl, whom could be the reason to your trouble. So when do you want me to start smudging the place?” Yeah, that just did not seem like a good idea, though it might have smelled better than car oil and such things.
Over the course of two months the group that had been playing with the Ouija Board reduced in numbers. When I was asked for help to smudge the place, I told her to clean up her own mess. I was beyond disappointed in her behaviour. She then continued to tell me that she thought her baby girl had been possessed by something and she did not know what to do. In nicer words, I told her it was not my problem.
I walked home, I was so angry, I needed time to cool off. Reaching for the door I played in my mind a little girl being possessed by an entity. It did not sit well with me. Yes I was disappointed, the dullard should have shown a lot more respect. A little girl should not have to pay for her mothers ignorance other. I grab my sage and walked back to her place. Knocked on her door …
Standing outside, I made her burn the Ouija Board, and she was never to play the damn thing ever again while I lived. I refused to walk into her place, I did not want to see the mess she had created. I told her what she needed to do, and that I would be dropping off more sage in her mail box after my batch of sage at home had dried and was ready to be burned.