Eleanor & the Ouija Board
My friend, Eleanor, has a son, Scott. Scott used to hang out at my house quite a bit when he was just a teenager. On one particular day, he brought over an Ouija Board. I was hesitant at first, but I did let him come in with it.
I remember when I was younger, about nine, my mother, who was not a very religious person, telling me it was the Devil’s plaything. My sister, who is the religious zealot, concurred with my mother’s opinion. Mom let me see one and even play with it for about five minutes, but told me afterwards that I was never to touch one again. I kept my promise until that day Scott came over with one.
Scott and I sat it on our knees and asked the board a series of questions. I wasn’t all too sure I liked how the piece zoomed around on the board and answered the questions seemingly of its own accord. The first strange thing was it told me it was in love with me.
The other thing was, somehow or another we got around to asking it about my husband at which time the board informed me, “He will die.”
“How will he die?” I asked.
After several seconds it again said, “Die.”
Trying to appear light about it, I asked, “Will he be killed?”
I looked at Scott and him to me. Scott asked, “Who will kill him?”
“Who are you?” I asked, as I started to feel more uneasy with this.
I sent it back to Eleanor’s house. I was done. Later, while visiting with her, I asked how she came to obtain the board and she explained, “My sister-in-law, Linda. It was hers.
Feeling a little suspicious, I asked, “Why didn’t Linda keep it?”
With a laugh Eleanor explained, “She said a bunch of strange things started happening after she brought it home. The last straw was when Linda was lying in bed and she felt her little dog get up on the bed and snuggle her back. That was no problem except she was looking right at him lying on the floor next to her. So whatever it was, it got into bed with her.”
I told Eleanor what it said about killing my husband and assured her I did not want it back, ever. She understood until a few days later; she called me and asked me to come get it and do something with it. I went next door to her house but I didn’t do anything with it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, coming through the door.
“I was laying on the couch and all of a sudden the ceiling fan fell,” she exclaimed. “Two more inches closer and it would have gotten my head! It was just fortunate that I had opened my eyes and looked up. I saw it before it fell.”
All of her sons, being carpentry inclined, checked out the ceiling fan and they all said there was no logical reason for it to have fallen. Everything was secure and safe. It was as if someone had pulled it out of the ceiling.
Years later, Eleanor and I were talking about that Ouija Board. I asked why she even had it in the first place.
“We had a lot of strange things going on there at the double-wide,” she explained. “I wanted to find out what was happening so when Linda was looking to get rid of it, I took it.”
“Then things started happening with you?” I asked.
Laughing at the memory, Eleanor answered, “Things were already happening. I heard that trailer park was an old Indian burial ground. But, we were using the board one night and the spirit or whatever was guiding it told me he was in love with me and wanted to be with me. I got rid of it after that, first to you, then I think we just threw it away.”
“Did the spirit tell you its name?”
Goosebumps ran down my arms when Eleanor answered, “Yeah, he said his name was Robert.”