Scary Stories and tales

Demon House

This is a true story that happened to me. A few years back, when I lived in Montego Bay, Jamaica, I had a friend, who shall not be named in this story. Her parents had hired a maid earlier that year. The maid had just moved to America from Zambia, Africa. Her family and the maid would often go on vacations. The family vacationed in the maid's home country, Zambia. When they were about to leave, the maid's family gave them a Oujia Board as a present.

When they returned a couple of weeks later, my friend showed it to me. It was inscribed with the native language, so every time we tried to use it, the maid had to translate it. Sometimes, we didn't believe what she was saying; we thought she was only making it up.

She told us that a demon had possessed the guest bathroom upstairs and the kitchens were plagued by destructive spirits. We thought it was a bunch of bull, so we got a couple of our friends and started a circle. The maid taught us how to read the board, (read the symbols on it) for they looked very different from the American version.

Within a month, we all knew how to read the board and we could contact spirits. It didn't work at room temperature, and no one pushed the planchette; at times it moved with no one touching it.

After we contacted the first couple of demons that did possess the house, we decided on another setup around the board.

We all sat around the board in chairs, six feet away. There were six of us, and six candles around the board. We tried to recreate a diversion. (You know...666.) Anyways, we would tell the maid the questions to ask, because we didn't know how to speak the language. After she'd ask a question, the candles, like always, would flicker, and the planchette would move spontaneously. Since we all learned how to read the symbols, we knew who we contacted. At first we only came across demons and disturbed spirits. Then after we arranged the setup, we actually contacted the Devil himself.

At first we asked stupid stuff like, "Who are we talking to?" The board would reply "Satan." We all giggled, you know those stupid ghosts who think they are Satan. And that was what we had all thought.

For a while we would meet everyday after school, and on weekends, her parents thought it was fine because they didn't believe in ghosts. It had become like a hobby. And things got really hot when we had contacted the ghost who was named Satan. We would speak to him all the time. Every day. He would tell us things that I learned are in revelations. He told us about beasts and demons and all kinds of things that the preacher doesn't want you to know of.

One day when he had restated his name was Satan, one of the girls got smart and asked him to prove it - beyond what he could tell us on the board. After the maid translated that, all the candles went out and a fire ball came out of the board and bounced rapidly around the room. We all started screaming, though frozen to our chairs because we were so scared we couldn't move. Then after a while the ball seemed to grow smaller and it disappeared.

We looked back at the board and he asked if that was enough proof. My friend must have gone insane between those couple of minutes because she said no, she wanted more proof. The board said she would get her proof and he left.

The next day my friend had fallen ill. She was sick for so long, but we still had the meetings. Every time we got to the board it was always him (the Devil). We couldn't reach anyone else. He told us one of the demons in the house had possessed my friend and wouldn't leave her until everyone would believe.

That was when things got creepy. Everyone said they believed, but someone must have been lying. He told us bad things would happen to the ones who didn't believe.

And what do you know, a couple of days later one girl's house burned down. She quit the circle. So then it left the three of us, since my friend was still sick. Another member had fallen ill. The maid told the remainder of the group that we should lay off, so we postponed the next meeting.

My friend was getting worse. She could not talk or breathe on her own and she was on a breathing machine (I forgot what it was called). Her skin had taken on a light blue, pale color. And her eyes were often rolled back. Finally, when the other members' parents had spoken to my friends' parents about the weird illness and the board, the maid got the remainder of the group, now three, together so we could lock the board up.

When we came to the room where the board had been placed and the planchette was moving freely. It said he was waiting for our next meeting. We didn't reply. Instead, we locked up the board. We put it in a trunk, locked and chained the trunk and put the trunk in a box. We bolted and hammered the box, we stuffed the box in the closet of an empty room, we bolted the door to the closet, and blocked it with furniture. Then we bolted the door to the room and didn't return to it until we got bad news from a priest.

He had preformed an exorcism on the member who had fallen ill and my friend. He said the demons were gone, but we needed to get rid of the board. We told him we locked up the board. He told us he'd come by later that week to burn it. He asked us all to meet him at the house.

So later that week we did, and we all had axes. We went into the house, to the room, and the door was still bolted. We tore it down... to find it in the middle of the room, the board sprawled out and open with the planchette moving freely. The priest said some prayers and took the board to his church. We all attended the burning ceremony. And we got rid of the board - for a while.

After the family fired the maid, we all returned to my friend's house. We went back to the room where everything happened and there on the floor we found all six candles lit in circle. The parents of my friend had had enough with the Devil crap, so they hurriedly found another house and moved away. And that was the last time I talked to my dear friend and the members of the circle. From this, I learned that Voodoo is for real, and so is the Devil, and I won't mess with this again