Evil House Events

Ouija board is just a game, right? It’s not real.

Lying in his bed, James could hear the deafening silence, which felt unsettling. Alone in his childhood home, he received every noise this quiet house made. Noises from the furnace or the refrigerator turning on with a low-pitched hum and kicking off with a pop.

Other sounds haunted him from every room in this 5-bedroom house that’s just too big for one person to explain rationally.

At 17, James wasn’t forced to go with his parents and siblings to their summertime lake cottage for the weekend. I guess it’s part of the independence of growing up — besides, It’s only a one-hour drive north if he changed his mind: and now James thinks his choice to stay here alone with the dog was a mistake.

Especially now, remembering we unwittingly summoned something evil a few years back with an Ouija board and Seances we used to perform in the basement — now things were happening to us.

Well, who knew we were messing around with forces we didn’t understand anyway? It was the 1960s. The box of the Ouija board showed a picture of a happy family of four, laughing and smiling, playing this “family game,”

yeah, that’s right; it was marketed as a family game in all the stores.

And as seance’s go, they too were known as a fun thing to do for family and friends; after all, it was all pretend anyway right?

My Dad even joined in the fun with his own secret little prank. He said he wanted to watch and sat in the distance of the basement with his toe tied to a household sewing thread and the other end to a coke bottle; at the right moment,

when he heard us chant, “Give us a sign” Dad jerked his toe, and the coke bottle several feet away from him fell off the cabinet counter to the floor making us scream, and him laugh.

But, of course, it was all a big joke until we persisted.

Dad went back upstairs, and we kept trying, trying for what? to talk to the dead, of course. We thought this would be fun. We knew we were in control, all we had to do was stop, blow out the candle, and go back upstairs, and the game was over.

After some more chanting, we started to feel cold; I don’t know why… maybe because we were excited, nervous, or perhaps another reason we didn’t want to consider.

We kept pleading for a sign; then we got one — the square table we were using raised up in the air, not an inch or two, but 3 feet high with all our hands joined together on top of it! The candle blew out some way, and we all broke our connection and went screaming, running upstairs.

We never performed a Seance’ since, but … our troubles didn’t end that night; they were just beginning.

Now James could hear a bouncing ball, like a beach ball, but the size of a basketball coming from the kitchen.

“It has to be the dog playing,” he thought, so he went to the kitchen, the dog wasn’t there, and the ball rolled across the floor. With a quivering voice, James called: “Prince” “Prince”! and the dog came from another room. Goose bumps rose on his skin, and James ran to his room, “C’mon Boy.” He felt a little safer with the dog near.

Listening to music, James lay in his bed again, trying to settle down.

His bed was positioned with the headboard against the outside wall, the entry door to his room on the wall at the foot of the bed, and his desk with wooden bookshelves situated on top of it three shelves high was against the wall to James’ right as he lay in bed.

On the top shelf is where James had kept a few glass marbles — Several minutes passed, and James started feeling more relaxed when — The marbles flew off the shelf, not down, but shot over the bed and across the room, slamming into the opposite wall hard, and then fell to the floor.

James jumped up and ran out the door, first turning on the lights of the long dark hallway: at the end of the hall, the living room lights to the left, and last, the kitchen lights to the right, and he stayed in the kitchen as the dog ran with him, and stood by his side.

James’ back was facing the long hallway, but the dog was facing the hallway, and now the dog was growling very low and holding the growl; as James started to turn around to face the hallway, he caught a glimpse of the dog first, as Prince was growling the hairs on his back stood up like a porcupine, and his coat of fur was twitching as he stared into the hallway.

“Oh my God, the dog sees something!” thought James, now facing the hallway; he saw the lights were off, and in the living room too.

“Oh, crap,” swallowing hard with a lump in his throat and heart pounding faster. “Why does it feel so cold in here?” “I remember this feeling in our Seance days.”

Both of them stared into the hallway all quiet except for Prince’s low growl, then Bam! The sound of a door slamming in the blackness just silenced the dog.

James knew he could get to the main front door of the house, but could he get it opened fast enough?

“I can’t be here any longer,” bolting through the short dark hall to the front door, “God, please let my car keys be hanging next to the door!” “YES, got ‘em!” The dog seemed to read Jame’s mind and was out the door as fast as his master.

After a few miles down the road, James realized it might be a good idea to go to the lake and be with the family after all.