Spirit Board
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I have one reason and one reason alone I will not mess with the
weej ever again. It scared the crap out of me and I had some very
unexpected incidences that I believe were a direct result of me
messing with that game. I won't even say the name anymore. It
started out as a nickname but now it seems so appropriate.
"WEEJ" is it and Weej it is!
If anyone has ever played with it long enough you know there are
some particular recurring themes that and some very strange
things can happen while playing it.
For instance..why does it sometimes go in circles over and over
again when you ask a question. Or worse, when you tell it to leave
and then after circling forever it seems like it slowly and I mean
slowly creeps towards the word good bye and sometimes it
makes a creaking noise like it is resisting to leave. Why
sometimes can it shoot to an answer of yes, no and the numbers
and letters? Than other times go so slow you want to throw the
friggin board across the room. These are the basic events to the
weej that seem to happen over and over each time you play it.
Then there are the times you think the other person is moving it
so you decide to only use your pinky finger and you are barely
touching and it STILL moves! Or sometimes it doesn't do
anything (rare) in our experiences. We also many times would get
the numbers 66* and it would either do the numbers or spell out
the letters which should have been a huge warning right there
and it was always in the sets of threes. One thing I know is that it
can be addicting and that is what happened to me and my best
friend. At the same time though we were always skeptical I can
promise you that. Somehow it had to be all a coincidence right?
My friend and I were both supervisors at our job so we had
access to our workplace after hours. This is where we started
getting everyone involved in our little weej sessions. Well I should
say the first time we ever played it was at her bachelorette party
where we proceeded to scare the crap out of ourselves. So of
course it was fun scary so we kept playing. Then we got serious
about it and then we dragged everybody else into it. I could tell
you some hysterical stories about the times we were
at work playing this game but I won't go into that. But I will tell you
that most of the time it all pointed to the bull shit side of things
because it always seemed too personal and incidents always
pointed to the person playing it. The point is we thought it was
totally harmless and it was just a game and one of the two were
making it happen.
But, then, some things started to happen that we knew just could
not be a coincidence.
So basically this was our routine and these were some of the
basic questions we asked, which I am sure everyone asks.
Is there a spirit here?
How did you die?
When did you die?
Can you give us a sign you are here?
What is your name and how old were you when you died?
We meticulously wrote the answers down we received and kept a
running log just in case we got the same ones back. We would
also ask where are you in the room. A lot of times it would spell
out my name..like they were sitting right next to me which honestly
I did not like at all. Again skeptical but at some point It would
almost make me start to cry when it kept happening on a regular
basis. I thought does everyone of these people playing this really
hate me or what. Why are they deliberately trying to f**k with me? I
remember one time me and my friend Scot were playing, now
mind you this scared the shit out of me for some reason I still
don't know why it had such an effect on me. I guess it was
because that was the first time this had ever happened. I asked
where are you in the room. It spelled out here. So we asked
where is here and it spelled out board. Which meant it was sitting
in between us and I got the distinct feeling it was sitting on the
board staring straight at me. That was it for me for the night.
There are many stories but there is one incident where I feel
none of us could dispute. Which we did a lot. We always used the
crystal candle holders that we used for our Friday night parties for
our little sessions. While we were setting up everything one of the
candles just broke to pieces. The candle was not burned down
and in fact had not even been lit for very long. So we threw it out
and did not give it another thought other than it was odd that it
broke the way that it did. So about an hour or so later we were
asking our usual questions and asked the spirit to show us a
sign that he or she was there. The board spelled out "did". So we
asked did what? The board spelled out "broke". So we asked
broke what? And guess what it said? That's right..."CANDLE"
Again, that was it for ALL of us that night. No joke we were all
freaked out to the core over this one. But still this could have been
all coincidence.
So by now we had a system and we had a pretty good idea what
certain things the board would do. However, a few of us were still
very skeptical. How was it possible though that we could (one or
the person, but not both together) be making this happen? Like
the circling. Very interesting but very cweeepy. So maybe our
minds were beginning to change.
We then began to believe that these were evil spirits especially
when we would tell it to leave and it wouldn't. We felt like these
spirits would even try to trick us by coming back but it would tell it
was a child who drowned for instance. If we asked those specific
questions it would just circle because it could not answer these
questions it seems for some reason. So could it be one of us
doing this? But how? So we would then say "we know it is you so
leave now" and then the mad circling would begin again. It would
take forever to make it leave and then it would do that creak thing
so slowly towards good bye. It was too eerie to say the least.
Always sad, tragic and traumatic circumstances seemed to be
the common thread of every spirit we got. I am not even sure now
if we had ever really even reached a spirit who had once lived.
Finally we got busted for being at work after hours so we had to
stop using our workplace. But that didn't stop me. I asked my best
friend to borrow it and keep it at my house for awhile. So I did.
Well this has to be one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made
I feel, and it is why I won't touch it again. I didn't play it for about 2
weeks and so I decided to see if it would really even work if I
played it alone. Maybe now I would know for sure if it was all true.
That we make that oracle move ourselves somehow, someway.
Now mind you preceding me playing it alone for the first and last
time I had some strange things happen. So I have to explain this
first. My Mother was always superstitious but I never really was.
My Mother always told me never to cross my knives and forks and
never put my shoes on a table etc...(She is German BTW) My
Grandfather (Opa) was always superstitious about Friday the
13th..His whole life he hated that date. We never knew why, he
would just always dread that day. This I learned from my Mother.
Well...he died on Friday the 13th just shortly before midnight. She
still has the watch where the date and time stopped. So my
mother got worse about her superstitions and then I started to trip
out about it because it was OMG freaky. Anyway for a period of
about two weeks the numbers 66 and I won't do the last one
(because now I am superstitious too) kept coming up like three
or four times but two of them happened on the same day. I went
to the grocery store and my receipt was exactly that amount $6.6*
cents. Then a phone number I had to write down also the last
three numbers were that sequence again. I started thinking what
the hell is going on here? I did try to add a piece of gum to my
store receipt but she didn't want to ring everything up again (she
was a bioch)
She just would not do it. There were a lot of people in the line
and of course they were staring at me like I was weird. It was one
of those bad checkout incidents...trust me! I don't know why but I
really started to freak out a little bit...but I didn't put that much into it
other than my Mother is rubbing off on me now and maybe OCD
is hereditary.
So anyway, one night and for no special reason I decided to play
it by myself. My daughter was spending the night with a friend and
I had no plans for the night so I thought well I will just see if
anythings happens. So I pulled it out and started to play it. I asked
all the same questions, had my paper and pencil out, no noise,
candles burning etc.
Well I tried for about 40 minutes and...nothing. Not a damn
thing...Well I stopped playing at that point because my phone
rang. Now this I tell you is exactly what happened. I set the board
down on the floor next to my T.V. with the oracle upright on the
board and went to answer the phone and then I went to the
restroom. Maybe ten minutes or so passed. I went back out to
get the board to put it away and got one of the worst shocks I have
ever had. The oracle was lying upside down and was now off the
board. Now I damn well know how I left it. I had no pets at the
time. There was nothing that could have made that oracle move
the way that I found it. And two of the four candles I had burning
were out. The other two were flickering like mad. I certainly didn't
make them go out. That was it. I called my best friend and said
she needed to pick the board up because it was going outside of
my house by the front door and that is where it was going to stay. I
was finished! I think it stood outside for about week until she
came to get it. I really truly got so spooked and the eerie feeling I
had bordered on evil. I had a sense of dread and pure fear come
over me when I saw that. I am not exaggerating. It just hit like a
bolt of electricity. This thing has evil attached to it when you open
that door it is going to open wide. It's not like my apartment was
haunted. I just felt like I asked for it and I got it. You do not know
what you are going to get. I believe non-human entities just waits
for these opportunities. That you unwittingly provide easy access
so to speak. Because you are basically inviting them to come to
YOU.
About a week I would say later, maybe less I got in a very bad car
accident and totalled my car. I was injured but not seriously thank
God. Whether it was all coincidence or not (I don't feel that it was)
I felt from that moment on I was messing with things I did not
understand nor was I really emotionally strong enough to handle
if things got worse. I think this is where superstitions are born in
some people and the real awareness of evil does exist. Not the
physical kind, but the spiritual kind. We cannot possibly come to
terms with this...alone. All of us who had played were having
strange things happen and just plain old bad luck and just
everybody was mean and hateful. It certainly didn't feel harmless
anymore thats for sure. I never feel that way when I go on
investigations. I don't get that same sense of dread.
It's hard to explain but it is an entirely different feeling. You do feel
somehow you are opening an door that should not be opened.
When you go to a haunted home they are already there and that
door was not opened by me. Make sense? Maybe not but those
are my very strong feelings about the "WEEJ". Just don't mess
with it.
I truly feel we were all lucky nothing worse happened to any of us
by this misadventure. The true story of the exorcist is of the boy
who became possessed when he began to play the "weej" with
his Aunt. She died shortly thereafter and as the story goes that is
when it all began for him. So we never really know what can
happen, do we? Why even take that chance? Angela Feb,2011
weej ever again. It scared the crap out of me and I had some very
unexpected incidences that I believe were a direct result of me
messing with that game. I won't even say the name anymore. It
started out as a nickname but now it seems so appropriate.
"WEEJ" is it and Weej it is!
If anyone has ever played with it long enough you know there are
some particular recurring themes that and some very strange
things can happen while playing it.
For instance..why does it sometimes go in circles over and over
again when you ask a question. Or worse, when you tell it to leave
and then after circling forever it seems like it slowly and I mean
slowly creeps towards the word good bye and sometimes it
makes a creaking noise like it is resisting to leave. Why
sometimes can it shoot to an answer of yes, no and the numbers
and letters? Than other times go so slow you want to throw the
friggin board across the room. These are the basic events to the
weej that seem to happen over and over each time you play it.
Then there are the times you think the other person is moving it
so you decide to only use your pinky finger and you are barely
touching and it STILL moves! Or sometimes it doesn't do
anything (rare) in our experiences. We also many times would get
the numbers 66* and it would either do the numbers or spell out
the letters which should have been a huge warning right there
and it was always in the sets of threes. One thing I know is that it
can be addicting and that is what happened to me and my best
friend. At the same time though we were always skeptical I can
promise you that. Somehow it had to be all a coincidence right?
My friend and I were both supervisors at our job so we had
access to our workplace after hours. This is where we started
getting everyone involved in our little weej sessions. Well I should
say the first time we ever played it was at her bachelorette party
where we proceeded to scare the crap out of ourselves. So of
course it was fun scary so we kept playing. Then we got serious
about it and then we dragged everybody else into it. I could tell
you some hysterical stories about the times we were
at work playing this game but I won't go into that. But I will tell you
that most of the time it all pointed to the bull shit side of things
because it always seemed too personal and incidents always
pointed to the person playing it. The point is we thought it was
totally harmless and it was just a game and one of the two were
making it happen.
But, then, some things started to happen that we knew just could
not be a coincidence.
So basically this was our routine and these were some of the
basic questions we asked, which I am sure everyone asks.
Is there a spirit here?
How did you die?
When did you die?
Can you give us a sign you are here?
What is your name and how old were you when you died?
We meticulously wrote the answers down we received and kept a
running log just in case we got the same ones back. We would
also ask where are you in the room. A lot of times it would spell
out my name..like they were sitting right next to me which honestly
I did not like at all. Again skeptical but at some point It would
almost make me start to cry when it kept happening on a regular
basis. I thought does everyone of these people playing this really
hate me or what. Why are they deliberately trying to f**k with me? I
remember one time me and my friend Scot were playing, now
mind you this scared the shit out of me for some reason I still
don't know why it had such an effect on me. I guess it was
because that was the first time this had ever happened. I asked
where are you in the room. It spelled out here. So we asked
where is here and it spelled out board. Which meant it was sitting
in between us and I got the distinct feeling it was sitting on the
board staring straight at me. That was it for me for the night.
There are many stories but there is one incident where I feel
none of us could dispute. Which we did a lot. We always used the
crystal candle holders that we used for our Friday night parties for
our little sessions. While we were setting up everything one of the
candles just broke to pieces. The candle was not burned down
and in fact had not even been lit for very long. So we threw it out
and did not give it another thought other than it was odd that it
broke the way that it did. So about an hour or so later we were
asking our usual questions and asked the spirit to show us a
sign that he or she was there. The board spelled out "did". So we
asked did what? The board spelled out "broke". So we asked
broke what? And guess what it said? That's right..."CANDLE"
Again, that was it for ALL of us that night. No joke we were all
freaked out to the core over this one. But still this could have been
all coincidence.
So by now we had a system and we had a pretty good idea what
certain things the board would do. However, a few of us were still
very skeptical. How was it possible though that we could (one or
the person, but not both together) be making this happen? Like
the circling. Very interesting but very cweeepy. So maybe our
minds were beginning to change.
We then began to believe that these were evil spirits especially
when we would tell it to leave and it wouldn't. We felt like these
spirits would even try to trick us by coming back but it would tell it
was a child who drowned for instance. If we asked those specific
questions it would just circle because it could not answer these
questions it seems for some reason. So could it be one of us
doing this? But how? So we would then say "we know it is you so
leave now" and then the mad circling would begin again. It would
take forever to make it leave and then it would do that creak thing
so slowly towards good bye. It was too eerie to say the least.
Always sad, tragic and traumatic circumstances seemed to be
the common thread of every spirit we got. I am not even sure now
if we had ever really even reached a spirit who had once lived.
Finally we got busted for being at work after hours so we had to
stop using our workplace. But that didn't stop me. I asked my best
friend to borrow it and keep it at my house for awhile. So I did.
Well this has to be one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made
I feel, and it is why I won't touch it again. I didn't play it for about 2
weeks and so I decided to see if it would really even work if I
played it alone. Maybe now I would know for sure if it was all true.
That we make that oracle move ourselves somehow, someway.
Now mind you preceding me playing it alone for the first and last
time I had some strange things happen. So I have to explain this
first. My Mother was always superstitious but I never really was.
My Mother always told me never to cross my knives and forks and
never put my shoes on a table etc...(She is German BTW) My
Grandfather (Opa) was always superstitious about Friday the
13th..His whole life he hated that date. We never knew why, he
would just always dread that day. This I learned from my Mother.
Well...he died on Friday the 13th just shortly before midnight. She
still has the watch where the date and time stopped. So my
mother got worse about her superstitions and then I started to trip
out about it because it was OMG freaky. Anyway for a period of
about two weeks the numbers 66 and I won't do the last one
(because now I am superstitious too) kept coming up like three
or four times but two of them happened on the same day. I went
to the grocery store and my receipt was exactly that amount $6.6*
cents. Then a phone number I had to write down also the last
three numbers were that sequence again. I started thinking what
the hell is going on here? I did try to add a piece of gum to my
store receipt but she didn't want to ring everything up again (she
was a bioch)
She just would not do it. There were a lot of people in the line
and of course they were staring at me like I was weird. It was one
of those bad checkout incidents...trust me! I don't know why but I
really started to freak out a little bit...but I didn't put that much into it
other than my Mother is rubbing off on me now and maybe OCD
is hereditary.
So anyway, one night and for no special reason I decided to play
it by myself. My daughter was spending the night with a friend and
I had no plans for the night so I thought well I will just see if
anythings happens. So I pulled it out and started to play it. I asked
all the same questions, had my paper and pencil out, no noise,
candles burning etc.
Well I tried for about 40 minutes and...nothing. Not a damn
thing...Well I stopped playing at that point because my phone
rang. Now this I tell you is exactly what happened. I set the board
down on the floor next to my T.V. with the oracle upright on the
board and went to answer the phone and then I went to the
restroom. Maybe ten minutes or so passed. I went back out to
get the board to put it away and got one of the worst shocks I have
ever had. The oracle was lying upside down and was now off the
board. Now I damn well know how I left it. I had no pets at the
time. There was nothing that could have made that oracle move
the way that I found it. And two of the four candles I had burning
were out. The other two were flickering like mad. I certainly didn't
make them go out. That was it. I called my best friend and said
she needed to pick the board up because it was going outside of
my house by the front door and that is where it was going to stay. I
was finished! I think it stood outside for about week until she
came to get it. I really truly got so spooked and the eerie feeling I
had bordered on evil. I had a sense of dread and pure fear come
over me when I saw that. I am not exaggerating. It just hit like a
bolt of electricity. This thing has evil attached to it when you open
that door it is going to open wide. It's not like my apartment was
haunted. I just felt like I asked for it and I got it. You do not know
what you are going to get. I believe non-human entities just waits
for these opportunities. That you unwittingly provide easy access
so to speak. Because you are basically inviting them to come to
YOU.
About a week I would say later, maybe less I got in a very bad car
accident and totalled my car. I was injured but not seriously thank
God. Whether it was all coincidence or not (I don't feel that it was)
I felt from that moment on I was messing with things I did not
understand nor was I really emotionally strong enough to handle
if things got worse. I think this is where superstitions are born in
some people and the real awareness of evil does exist. Not the
physical kind, but the spiritual kind. We cannot possibly come to
terms with this...alone. All of us who had played were having
strange things happen and just plain old bad luck and just
everybody was mean and hateful. It certainly didn't feel harmless
anymore thats for sure. I never feel that way when I go on
investigations. I don't get that same sense of dread.
It's hard to explain but it is an entirely different feeling. You do feel
somehow you are opening an door that should not be opened.
When you go to a haunted home they are already there and that
door was not opened by me. Make sense? Maybe not but those
are my very strong feelings about the "WEEJ". Just don't mess
with it.
I truly feel we were all lucky nothing worse happened to any of us
by this misadventure. The true story of the exorcist is of the boy
who became possessed when he began to play the "weej" with
his Aunt. She died shortly thereafter and as the story goes that is
when it all began for him. So we never really know what can
happen, do we? Why even take that chance? Angela Feb,2011
