THE QUIJA BOARD & GOD...

Have you ever driven or walked by a house, that just made your hair raise!?!?  You knew in your mind and soul that the feeling you felt was someone was watching you, some intense pressure in your chest that made you just want to keep going and not look back...I moved into one in 1991.  This house was my dealing with the devil, literally.  After I married I moved to California while my 1st husband was in the Marines and when we moved back in 1991, we moved into a house about 2 miles from my parents.  In all actuality it was a nice house, but if you have ever watched the movie Amityville, every time I even see the windows to this house, (because we still have to drive by to see my mom and step dad) it sends shivers up my spine.
 
Anyways, at 24 I was married and had 2 beautiful children, my son was 4 and my daughter 2.   We moved into this house and right away I noticed some strange things.  There was a cold spot in my sons room, I hated going up the stairs just because of the bad feeling I got every time I went up the stairs, the doors would slam shut when no one was up there...granted it could have been the wind when the windows were closed...right!?!
My son would wake up screaming telling me he saw a thing with red eyes coming to get him out of his closet and talking to him and my daughter, well.... at 2 my daughter suddenly started giving me this stare that chilled me to the bone.  I was afraid of her, my own daughter.  My husbands mom and little sister had come to visit us and in his little sisters belongings was the Ouija board!!!!  I was livid, I wanted nothing...NOTHING to do with it. I have never been a big liker of the Ouija board, after having some very real, very scary ordeals as a teenager with it. YES...I saw things.  But that night after the kids were in bed, the 3 of them were ready to play with it, I wanted to leave, but ended up staying and my participation was writing down what the board had spelled out while they asked it questions.  Now I have to give a little bit of background here, so you will understand what happens next. 
 
My father turned out to be a severe alcoholic, beating my step-mother and me and my little brother.  I lived in a house across the street from a church in St. Louis, MI and after a beating, I would sometimes head over to the church as my recluse, sitting behind it and crying and praying to God.  But he never answered.  And so began my belief that there wasn't a God, because what kind of God would let a child be beat and do nothing about it.  Now back to the story.....
 
So our little experience began with the Ouija board,  anyone who doesn't believe in it...take warning.  It started out as the usual asking this question and that and somewhere in the middle of their damn game, the board took on a life of it's own, remember I am writing all this stuff down, every letter it spells, I have proof.  (or had at that time)....as you will see in the end where the papers went.  The Ouija board is not known to be a good speller but when the board kept trying to spell out T...A...M...M...  I took no notice, but as my husbands and his mothers fingers were on it, and the things they were obviously asking weren't being answered, it kept trying...T...A....M...  My husband asked are you trying to spell out Tammy, it went to NO  so they tried some other questions and it just kept going to T...A....M  and when they finally said Tamara it slid to YES.  It wanted me on, and I would not get on it.  I told them to put the board away and it went flying to NO fast.  It had spelled out that it wanted me to get on.  I was livid.  It wouldn't let their fingers off, I swear I am not lying.  After a bunch of things that it had spelled out I finally gave in, because they were all freaking out.  I placed my fingertips on it, theirs free, and around and around it went.  I will not spell out everything it spelled, but I will tell you this...
 
The board had me on it, my sister in law took over the writing, the board asked me if I believed in God.  Then it told me it was God speaking through the board.  It told me that the red eyes in my sons closet was the devil talking to him, that the devil was after my children because I was weak, and he was going after those I loved to make me weaker, I started crying, my husband and in-laws were in shock, but kept writing.  The board told me that God loved me.  And the last thing it told me was to believe. And as soon as it had spelled out that word, there was a loud noise upstairs, we all went rushing upstairs, my son had fallen off the bed, he was not awake, but we all saw as he was being levitated in the air back to his mattress.  Unbelievable?  Not to me, I saw it.  Was that my sign to believe in God?  I didn't know, but after that night, my daughter awoke looking at me with different eyes, my son never again complained of the thing with red eyes in the closet talking to him. 
 
The Ouija board? It went in a drawer as soon as we all went back downstairs, and out of the house the next morning...the papers with all of the questions and spelling?  It went to my Pastor. Yes,  I had just started going to the church down the road a few weeks before, did he think I was nuts (because I thought he would). He didn't. But he gave me a copy of the poem Footprints in the Sand, the one about when you think you are alone and only see one set of footprints, that he was carrying you. And because of what I did go through as a child, I had become a stronger person, I just didn't know it, that was my lesson he gave me. I did believe.  I was saved the next Sunday at church. And I have not touched a Ouija board since.

-The Hangmaster