Captain Mars
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STORY TIME EVERYBODY! Gather round the Mr. Rogers recliner, you may feel a slight lurch.
Now then, several years back when I was only slightly younger and slightly dumber, I used to run with a bunch of friends that (mostly) came from spec ed wing of my high school after we graduated. On the suggestion of my ex-best friend, I made the incredibly stupid decision to buy a Ouija board. This decision, funny enough, has both literally and figuratively haunted me ever since. We decided to take it to the same riverside park we graduated in after dark and see if we could talk to random ghosts and spirits.
First mistake was buying this cursed thing, second mistake was taking it to that park in particular. The river I'm referring to, is the famous (and infamous) Hudson River. If you didn't know, it's an infamous dumping ground for bodies. Everyone from killers to the mob have used this river to dispose of the evidence of their evil deeds. If that wasn't enough, this park is also maybe only a mile or two downriver from a major bridge, and the less said about that, the better. Why is this important? One of the major rules about using these things is NEVER take it to a graveyard. Well, whether we realized it or not, that's EXACTLY what we did...
So, we waited for sundown, and when all was finally dark and quiet, we lit our phone flashlights in place of candles and surrounded the board with them. I took the lead on starting our little 'ritual' and we waited to see what would happen. There was a response almost immediately. Cue the accusations back and forth of one person or the other moving the planchette to creep everyone else out. Finally, the best friend suggested that I ask any possible 'spirit' on the other side to give us a physical sign of their presence. Aaaannnnnddddd I listened to her, THIRD MISTAKE.
The moment I asked for a sign, all of our phones turned off. Then the pathway lights started to dim and wink out. It was at this point we probably should've listened to our better instincts and run. We should've said goodbye and left that thing right there on the table. Like the fools we were, we stayed. We were scared out of our wits of course, but we were all too curious for our own good. We kept talking to it and this is about the point where my memory gets really hazy. I kept hearing whispering and giggling behind me, and every time I'd turn my head, nobody would be there. My head hurt like NOTHING else I'd ever felt in my life. By the time I started feeling breath on my neck I asked everyone else about it and roughly 3/4 of us were hearing and feeling the same things too.
After that, I remember hastily convincing everyone else to say 'goodbye' on the board and packed up to leave. Never moved so fast in my life, hands down one of the scariest things I've ever gone through. If I had any doubts about life after death, they were completely silenced after that night. How I wish that was the end of it.
Fast forward to today, and that awful board is occupying the top shelf space of my hallway closet, untouched for years. She's (Yes, it's she. At least I think so? Every time she's appeared to me, she's looked pretty feminine) still attached to that board. She makes her presence known from time to time, slamming doors, moving furniture, clattering dishes, and generally being a nuisance. Still not sure what she is. Restless spirit? Demon? Somewhere in-between? Ex-coworker gifted me a couple of consecrated crosses to use as talismans to keep her energy contained to the inside of the closet. Hung them on the family cross just across from that closet.
She knows I'm writing this; I can tell because she just decided to make noise again. She knocks on the door or wall often enough, and she's currently doing it to freak my poor cats out. They don't like her at all, and frankly, even after getting used to living with a haunt, I still don't like the idea of it. Found scratches on my back this morning for the first time in a long time, I think she's getting stronger. The crosses need to be cleansed periodically with water and prayer, and I feel like I need to do it more and more as time goes on. In as much as I want to be rid of her, I can't bring myself to call a priest yet.
This is as close to having a captive spirit as I may ever get. It'd be foolish to waste this research opportunity. And so, in my infinite hubris, I will use her as a case study to write an official textbook on paraphysics. Anybody here with more experience in the paranormal? I've already done a couple low effort experiments, but it feels like I'm feeling around in the dark (pun only slightly intended) If you're skeptical, either because you don't believe in this kind of stuff or (wisely enough) need more proof than the anecdotage of a friendly internet stranger, I don't blame you. I used to be pretty skeptical too, but it turns out there are some things in this world you just can't explain. Won't ever stop me from trying though!
Now then, several years back when I was only slightly younger and slightly dumber, I used to run with a bunch of friends that (mostly) came from spec ed wing of my high school after we graduated. On the suggestion of my ex-best friend, I made the incredibly stupid decision to buy a Ouija board. This decision, funny enough, has both literally and figuratively haunted me ever since. We decided to take it to the same riverside park we graduated in after dark and see if we could talk to random ghosts and spirits.
First mistake was buying this cursed thing, second mistake was taking it to that park in particular. The river I'm referring to, is the famous (and infamous) Hudson River. If you didn't know, it's an infamous dumping ground for bodies. Everyone from killers to the mob have used this river to dispose of the evidence of their evil deeds. If that wasn't enough, this park is also maybe only a mile or two downriver from a major bridge, and the less said about that, the better. Why is this important? One of the major rules about using these things is NEVER take it to a graveyard. Well, whether we realized it or not, that's EXACTLY what we did...
So, we waited for sundown, and when all was finally dark and quiet, we lit our phone flashlights in place of candles and surrounded the board with them. I took the lead on starting our little 'ritual' and we waited to see what would happen. There was a response almost immediately. Cue the accusations back and forth of one person or the other moving the planchette to creep everyone else out. Finally, the best friend suggested that I ask any possible 'spirit' on the other side to give us a physical sign of their presence. Aaaannnnnddddd I listened to her, THIRD MISTAKE.
The moment I asked for a sign, all of our phones turned off. Then the pathway lights started to dim and wink out. It was at this point we probably should've listened to our better instincts and run. We should've said goodbye and left that thing right there on the table. Like the fools we were, we stayed. We were scared out of our wits of course, but we were all too curious for our own good. We kept talking to it and this is about the point where my memory gets really hazy. I kept hearing whispering and giggling behind me, and every time I'd turn my head, nobody would be there. My head hurt like NOTHING else I'd ever felt in my life. By the time I started feeling breath on my neck I asked everyone else about it and roughly 3/4 of us were hearing and feeling the same things too.
After that, I remember hastily convincing everyone else to say 'goodbye' on the board and packed up to leave. Never moved so fast in my life, hands down one of the scariest things I've ever gone through. If I had any doubts about life after death, they were completely silenced after that night. How I wish that was the end of it.
Fast forward to today, and that awful board is occupying the top shelf space of my hallway closet, untouched for years. She's (Yes, it's she. At least I think so? Every time she's appeared to me, she's looked pretty feminine) still attached to that board. She makes her presence known from time to time, slamming doors, moving furniture, clattering dishes, and generally being a nuisance. Still not sure what she is. Restless spirit? Demon? Somewhere in-between? Ex-coworker gifted me a couple of consecrated crosses to use as talismans to keep her energy contained to the inside of the closet. Hung them on the family cross just across from that closet.
She knows I'm writing this; I can tell because she just decided to make noise again. She knocks on the door or wall often enough, and she's currently doing it to freak my poor cats out. They don't like her at all, and frankly, even after getting used to living with a haunt, I still don't like the idea of it. Found scratches on my back this morning for the first time in a long time, I think she's getting stronger. The crosses need to be cleansed periodically with water and prayer, and I feel like I need to do it more and more as time goes on. In as much as I want to be rid of her, I can't bring myself to call a priest yet.
This is as close to having a captive spirit as I may ever get. It'd be foolish to waste this research opportunity. And so, in my infinite hubris, I will use her as a case study to write an official textbook on paraphysics. Anybody here with more experience in the paranormal? I've already done a couple low effort experiments, but it feels like I'm feeling around in the dark (pun only slightly intended) If you're skeptical, either because you don't believe in this kind of stuff or (wisely enough) need more proof than the anecdotage of a friendly internet stranger, I don't blame you. I used to be pretty skeptical too, but it turns out there are some things in this world you just can't explain. Won't ever stop me from trying though!
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