It’s that time of year where many of us are getting our scary on – costumes, pumpkins, decorations and scary stories, and Colleen Chesebro got the ball rolling on her blog, Fairies, Myths, and Magic, with guest posts from authors and writers sharing their eerie stories. I hope you enjoy my share here. And if any of you have any related stories about the Ouija Board, feel free to share them here or at Colleen’s blog in comments. ??
Today, I have a spooky tale to share from D.G. Kaye. Do you remember when you were a kid and how certain things scared you more than they do now? Or do they still scare you? Take a deep breath and prepare to hear a tale that will give you a spine-tingling scare!
“The Ouija Board”
By D. G. Kaye
My fascination with the occult and spirits began at a young age. As curious as I was to learn about magic and mysticism, I was also afraid of it and always the skeptic until I had my own encounters with spirit eventually proving to me there is more to life than only the world we exist in. If you haven’t been visited by spirit, it’s sometimes hard to become a believer.
My curiosity for magic and spirit evolved when I was a child. Entranced by TV shows such as Bewitched, and I Dream of Jeannie, I was inspired and fascinated by the phenomena of making things appear and disappear by the twitch of a nose or by folding my arms and blinking as I’d nod my head to make the impossible happen. I’d practice in front of a mirror after watching a new episode, hoping I’d see something move or change, to no avail. And soon to follow in that era of my childhood, I discovered the Ouija Board.
As curious as I was about using my Ouija board, I was apprehensive and afraid of the dark, which I believed from the things I watched on TV, to be a requirement for concentration to call up spirits with a Ouija board. So, I convinced my younger brother to ‘do’ the Ouija board with me for protection, and we went downstairs to the dark den where Pedro resided on the wall to begin my investigation.
The den was decorated in a Spanish theme – black slate furniture, black leather couches, and heavy red drapes always drawn and blocking all signs of sunlight. On one of the walls hung a dark wood-carved portrait of a Matador bust. That room was where our hi-fi stereo was, and my brother and I used to sit in there and listen to music after school.
I was brave when my brother was in there with me, but I was petrified to be in that room by myself because I was convinced that Pedro, the name we christened the Matador on the wall, was always watching us.
Something about the way his eyes were carved into his face seemed to have a 3D effect, making me feel as though his eyes shifted to watch me wherever I moved in the room.