12 Hours in Hell the Evil Ouija Spirit

I'd like to share my most horrifying story with you. I am now 20 years old, and this happened to me when I was 17.

On the weekend, my friend (anonymous) came over to my house. She had an Ouija board with her and suggested we try it. My parents were gone for the weekend, so I figured it would be okay. So we sat down on the floor, and she said that I should go first. I put the tips of my hands over the glass pointer and said, "Is anyone there?"

Nothing happened for a few moments, but then the glass started to move toward "YES". I was pretty scared then since I hadn't done anything. My friend was speechless. "Ask it something else," she said in a quiet shaky voice. I was about to say something, but then the glass started moving slowly around the board, first stopping at T, and going until it spelled out "THANKS." Me and my friend looked at each other. Then I said, "For what?"

My friend collected a scrap of paper from the trash can sitting in the other room and a pen. She came back and sat down as the pointer began moving again. My friend wrote this down: FORSETTINGMEFREE. Just then, the paper was ripped from my friend's hands and torn up. She screamed. "Go!" I yelled, "Get out! Hurry!" She and I got up and ran to the door and out of the house. That night I stayed at her place.

The next day, we went back to my house to get the board out. I had to run in, get it, and run out again. I walked up to the door, took a deep breath, opened it (we hadn't locked it), and dashed in. The board was sitting where we left it. I swooped down, snatched it, and sprinted back toward the door. Then it slammed closed by itself and locked, keeping me in. I tried to unlock it, but something was holding the knob still. I screamed repeatedly, and I could hear my friend screaming from outside.

We hadn't turned the lights off last night, so they were still on, but suddenly they were knocked out and everything was black and white. I stopped screaming and turned around, facing the living room. Then my friend yelled, "I'm going to find help! Hold on!" I heard her footsteps die away. I was breathing heavily. I dropped the Ouija board and made a mad dash to my left, into the office, the bathroom, the laundry room, and then the kitchen. I tore through the cupboard below the sink for something I'd heard about before; sulfur. Meanwhile, I heard footsteps getting closer in the living room. They were slow, though. I finally found the sulfur, and it was in a jar. I opened it and started pouring it all around me just as the footsteps were about to enter the kitchen from the doorway across from me.

Then I saw it. It was a tall, lean, dark figure in the doorway. My eyes were fixed on the shady silhouette, and I was paralyzed with fear. It got closer to me, and I could see it towered over me even when I wasn't down on my knees in fear. It proceeded until its feet stood right at the edge of the sulfur line. And then it could go no further. It looked down, and made a growling-yelling sound, I think it was in frustration. Then it vanished. I sighed in relief, but I was still shaking.

I looked at the time on the microwave. It read 6:02 p.m. I don't remember when I dozed off, but when I awoke it was to banging on the back door, which was in the laundry room, about 4 feet away from where I was curled up. "Hannah!" yelled a man's voice. My father's. I looked at the time. It read 12:12 p.m. "Hannah!" he yelled again. "Yeah?" I called quietly. He obviously heard me, though. "Hannah! Are you okay? What's going on in there? The door's locked and I don't have a key." "I... don't... really know. There's something in the house. I can't move more than one foot for safety reasons." I replied in the same raspy voice I always have when I'm scared. I heard my father mumbling among other voices, then he said, "Then I'm breaking in to get you out." "No!" I tried yelling. "It's too dangerous. Just... Just go get a priest, or something. I think it's a ghost." "A ghost?" he said. "Yes, please. Just go, now!" I yelled. "You're sure you're okay? I need to at least leave someone to stay with you. I can stay." "No." I replied. "How many do you have with you?" "Your mother and your friend." "Neither of them can stay. All of you, just go. And please hurry!" I could barely talk anymore. "Okay. Be careful. I'll be back as soon as I can." said my father. A few moments later, and their running footsteps were gone.

I was still tired, and before I knew it, it was 5:33 a.m. I lifted my head, and standing over me was the figure. I was so startled I couldn't even scream. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn't even need to go to the bathroom anymore. Once again, though, the thing disappeared. But a few seconds later, the sulfur sitting around me was blown away. Turning my head, I saw a floating blow-dryer. I screamed, and the dryer fell to the floor, becoming unplugged. I scrambled up, grabbing the jar of sulfur and sprinting in the opposite direction, into the laundry room, the bathroom, the office, and I started to make my way across the living room when I was grabbed from behind. The sulfur jar fell onto the carpet, but didn't break as I tried to wrestle my way out of the hold I was in. I was screaming hysterically, but the grip the thing had on me was like stone. All of a sudden, it wrestled me to the ground. Then it started screaming, and let me go. I grabbed the sulfur jar and hurriedly ran to my room.

Once inside, I closed and locked the door, ran to my bed, and poured the sulfur in a straight line around all four sides of it and climbed on. I was safe again. The whole house became deathly quiet. There was then a tap on my window, and I gave a small shriek. I reached over and shakily opened the blind next to my bed. My father was on the other side of the window, and next to him was a short, gray-haired man who I recognized as our local priest. My father motioned for me to open the window. My eyes drifted toward the clock on my wall, which read 5:49 a.m., and then I reached for the latch on my window as quietly as possible. I carefully flipped it upward so my dad could open it. He slid the window open as carefully as I had unlocked it. "Okay," he whispered. "Climb through quietly." I stepped slowly off of my bed and lifted one foot onto the edge of the windowsill. I bent my head, and grabbed my dad's hands. As I proceeded, he grabbed my waist and I put my hands on his shoulders. I then put my other foot on the windowsill and pressed my bent knees to my father's chest. He then lifted me off the windowsill and slowly lowered my body until I was on the ground. I ran toward my mom and my friend, my mom hugging me first. "Are you okay?" she said. "Fine," I lied.

I don't really want to go into details about the rest of the morning. The priest banished the spirit from our home, and throughout the process there was a lot of screaming and horrible ghastly noises that made me and my friend weep uncontrollably. We were allowed to go back inside at 6:36 a.m., but I preferred to stay at my friend's place again and didn't go back home until about a week after the incident. It was a very traumatic experience for me, and I'll probably never forget that figure that still haunts my dreams.

I documented everything that happened right after it did. The time, the words, everything. I never wanted to forget this, not because of the memories, but so I could one day write about it so I could share my story with the world.

Written by Hannah, Copyright 2010