Posted: October 17, 2012
Ok, one more Halloween story!
Once again, this is a totally true story.
I have only used a Ouija board twice in my life. The first time was when i was about 11 years old. Elvis had recently died and some friends of mine thought it would be neat to talk to Elvis, so we broke out the Ouija board that one of my friends had. Of course, nothing happened. We weren't taking it seriously and Elvis apparently didn't want to talk to us. Needless to say, i was a skeptic of the Ouija board. I just thought it was a silly game and a worthless game at that. Why would anyone buy that game, when it obviously doesn't do anything?
The next time I used a Ouija board was around 1991. I was 25 years old and I lived in an apartment in Homewood. This use to be a residential neighborhood but now all the old houses had been turned into businesses except for our apartments. Our apartments were two old houses that they turned into duplexes, one in the front and one in the back and there was a courtyard that seperated the two houses. The neighbor behind me was a girl named Melanie and across the courtyard directly next to my apartment was an older lady named Ann.
When I first moved in, I had to get my phone service and cable and all that hooked up, so i went next door to Ann's apartment and knocked on the door. She answered and as i looked into her living room, there was no furniture except a chair and a table. I mean no TV, no couch, no nothing, just a bare room with a chair and a table. I thought it was a bid odd and she told me she had no phone for me to use.
So, I went to Melanie's apartment behind mine and she told me that lady was crazy. I told Melanie that she seemed sweet to me and Melanie said "I'm telling you, that lady is crazy, you'll see."
It didn't take long. Every week about 3 times a week, I would hear an argument coming from her apartment. I would be sitting on my couch watching TV and I could hear an argument over my TV. After a couple weeks of hearing this, I would walk out into the courtyard to hear what was going on. I wanted to help her if I could. She had a window unit AC and i would get next to the AC unit and listen. It was a loud screaming argument and i could distinctly hear 3 different voices. One male voice and two female voices, one of which was Ann's. Ann would be calling the male a "Son of a B**ch" etc... It was very loud and full of curse words. I wondered what the heck was going on and i never saw anyone entering or exiting her apartment.
I asked Melanie if she had heard this and she said, "Oh Yeah, I told you she is crazy."
We called Ann "Crazy Lady" and Crazy lady would walk around with an orange juice glass jar full of water and would pour water on the stepping stones in the courtyard. I asked her one day what she was doing and Crazy Lady said that the whole world was going to crack apart unless she kept the stones wet. What??? Well anyway, i just accepted her reasoning and went about my business.
One day i came home from work and a street crew was digging some sewage lines. They would set off small doses of dynamite, but you could feel the ground shake a little when they did this. I came home from work one day and Crazy lady was standing out in the middle of the street cursing at the city workers and telling them that the world was going to fall apart.
There was a large Oak tree in the middle of the courtyard that separated our apartments. One day i came home from work and i could see Crazy Lady standing behind that Oak Tree. I had to walk past that tree to get to my apartment. As I got up to the tree, I saw that Crazy lady had a large butcher knife (like the one Michael Meyers used in Halloween) and she was standing there talking to the tree and stabbing the bark of the tree. Sometimes you would look at Ann and she would have this glazed look in her eye and you knew she was not herself. This was one of those times. As I walked by her, I said "Hey Ann, how are you?" and she just looked at me and didn't say a thing. She had that glazed look in her eye, so i just kept walking. I didn't want to get stabbed.
Another day I saw Crazy Lady walking aimlessly around the courtyard with that butcher knife and she would stick the tip of the knife in her ear and twist the knife around like she was cleaning out her ear. At this point, I called the realty company and told them that they needed to contact her family because she is going to either hurt herself or someone else. The realty company did nothing.
I noticed that a van would pull up and go to her apartment once a month. That was the only time i ever saw anyone go to her apartment. I later found out that her sister would buy her groceries once a month (mostly canned foods) and they would give her $20 to spend for the whole month. Her sister had basically put her out to pasture in this apartment instead of getting her help and I knew she didn't call her because Ann didn't have a phone, so they only saw her once a month. I felt sorry for Ann.
One night I was awakened by a noise around midnight. I had a screen door outside my apartment front door and that screen door would squeek when it was opened. I heard the screen door open and someone jiggled the handle on the front door and then i heard the screen door slam. I obviously thought someone was trying to break in. I looked out my bedroom window and realized that it was Crazy Lady. She would go out around midnight and go through garbage cans. Why she tried to get in my aprtment, i don't know and I really didn't want to know. I made sure my door stayed locked after that.
I called the realty company again and told them that she had tried to get in my apartment and that they needed to contact her family and do something with her, because something was going to happen with her. They did nothing.
The arguments happened 3 times a week and this went on for about a year. One night I heard one of those arguments but this time i heard a loud crashing noise. I ran out in the courtyard and found out that someone had thrown a ceramic figure out the window from the inside where the AC unit was. Now that the window glass was broken, i could clearly hear the argument. Once again, it was a male and two female voices. The screaming was so loud that you couldn't make out what the words were. I looked in the window and Crazy Lady was the only person in the room. She was arguing with herself but speaking in 3 different voices. I mean it was creepy, because the male voice sounded just like a man's voice. it didn't sound like a female trying to sound like a man. I got goosebumps when i saw this. I called the realty company again and told them that she had broken a window and they needed to come fix it but that they really needed to do something about this, because she is going to hurt herself or someone else. They did nothing.
Occassionally, Crazy Lady would wad up newspaper sections and light them on fire and then stamp them out with her foot. She always wore sandals and i worried that she would burn her foot, because the fire would be pretty big and she would have to stomp on it several times to make it go out. I never understood why she would do this.
One Halloween (actually the night before), some of Melanie's friends came over and we were all sitting around talking about what we should do to have fun. One of the guys said he had been hunting and found some mannequins in the woods and that he had kept them. So, the other friend said, "hey, let's scare Crazy Lady!" It was the night before Halloween afterall. So, we took the dummy and dressed it up and put fake blood on it and got a rope and tied it to the chimney stack, so that it looked like someone had hung themselves. The plan was to go around to Crazy Lady's bedroom window and Melanie would start screaming as we ran back to her apartment. Then we would watch from her window to see if Crazy Lady came out and saw the dummy. Well, it worked! Crazy Lady came out with her butcher knife and she lit a waded section of newspaper. We thought she was going to set the dummy on fire, but she stood in front of the dummy and poked it with her butcher knife and asked, "are you a dummy?", "are you a dummy?", "are you a dummy?" and then she went back into her apartment. We left her alone after that.
During that day, I saw Crazy Lady and she was on her concrete porch and she was lighting more newspaper on fire. Only, this time she had about 10 or 12 of these things lit at one time so she had a good fire going on her porch, then i saw her stepping right in the middle of this bonfire trying to stomp them out. I called the realty company and told them what she was doing and of course they did nothing. When I saw her stomp them out, I saw that she was starting to light more of them so i went over to her and said, "Ann, what are you doing?" She said she was trying to heat her pipes up so her heat would work in her apartment. This was October 30th and it was a bit chilly. The realty company would always send a maintenance guy every year to light the pilot lights on our heaters but he was behind schedule this year. So, to get Crazy Lady to stop lighting fires, I told her that the pipes didn't run under her front porch and that wouldn't work anyway. i told her that the maintenance guy would be around soon to turn on her heat. I called the realty company and asked them to please come by and light our pilot lights.
The very next day (Halloween) I came home from work and a fire truck was there and an ambulance and 2 or 3 police cars. I thought, "What the heck is going on?" Then i noticed smoke coming from Crazy Lady's apartment. I walked over there and found out that Crazy Lady had died of smoke inhalation. The maintenance man had come by earlier and saw smoke coming from the apartment and had to break in but Crazy Lady was already dead. The police said that she had set her ceiling tiles on fire because they found waded up newspaper sections and apparently she had managed to get the ceiling tiles down because they were in the bath tub. She had put the fire out and then went to bed but the fire was still smoldering and re-set and she died of smoke inhalation.
I walked into her apartment and it creeped me out. Her bed was a double size bed and it had been stabbed probably 50 times. She had obviously stabbed her mattress with that butcher knife many times. It was all tore up with stuffing sticking out from the stabbings. Then i noticed the only other thing in her bedroom was a large box with what looked like magazine cutouts. I looked at some of them and she had cut out pages from magazines and had cut the heads off some of the pictures of people and other ones had an arm or a leg cut out and I mean there was a box full of these.
I also saw puddles of water all over her living room floor where i guess she thought her apartment would crack open if she didn't keep water on the floor. Obviously, i knew she thought her pipes were in her ceiling so she tried to heat them up with those lighted wads of newspaper. I met her sister and her sister's husband for the first time that day and they were as crazy as she was. I mean literally. They thought she had been murdered and told the police that but it was so obvious what had happened.
Well, that little prank with the dummy that we pulled didn't go unnoticed. A business (actually a guitar shop) across the back alley had heard Melanie screaming that night and saw us pulling that prank. When the police investigated, they went and talked to the surrounding busnesses and the guitar shop told them that they thought we had something to do with the fire. The police interviewed all of us and we told them the whole story and how we had called the realty company etc.. I learned during that interview that Melanie had also called the realty company several times like I had.
When the police went around and interviewed the surrounding businesses, they would ask them if they knew Ann and one business would say, "That's not Ann, her name was Sally" and then another business would say, "Oh yes, that's Mary". The police figured out that she had seen a psychologist and that she had been diagnosed with multiple personalities and that she had 9 different personalities. One of which was apparently a former abusive husband. i think that's who I heard her arguing with all those times.
Now, everytime we called the realty company, they would record your conversation. The police asked the Realty company if we had called concerning Ann's condition and the realty company bald faced lied and said that we had never called them. I told the police that they recorded all our calls to them and to ask them for the recordings. They did and the police found out they lied. The houses were actually owned by an individual and the realty company managed them and so the realty company was found liable and had to pay for all the damages. I don't think the family ever sued the realty company but they should have probably, but obviously the sister didn't care for Ann either.
After all this happened maybe a couple of months later, one of Melanie's friends said, "hey, let's do a Ouija board and see if we can talk to Crazy Lady." So, we set up on Ann's porch and we all agreed that if we were going to do this, that we had to be serious and really try and make it work. I was skeptical because of my previous time with the Ouija board.
There were 4 of us. Me, Melanie and two guy friends of hers. Everytime I did the board, I partnered with Melanie. We agreed to only touch the planchette piece with a bent pinky finger so that no one could move the piece and cheat. It's hard to move the piece with a bent pinky finger. Melanie is very timid about this kind of stuff, so i knew she wouldn't try and move it anyway. I knew i wouldn't move it because I wanted to see if it would work.
We actually did talk to this young boy spirit that had been murdered. We asked if he knew who killed him and it said "yes" and then we kept naming family members until we asked if his father had killed him and it said "yes" and he was stabbed to death. I know for a fact that the planchette moved by itself when i was doing the board. That was all we got at that location, so we decided to go to another location.
We went to a cemetery in Homewood right down the street from the old PT's bar. We didn't get jack squat there. Nothing, zippo!!!
One of the guys with us said, "Man, i know the perfect place but it's a little bit of a drive." we said "Let's go!" I still can't tell you where we went. It was out in the boondocks! I want to say it was somewhere outside of trussville but I'm not exactly sure. We went to this old cemetery that was out in the middle of nowhere. We had to drive down dirt roads just to get to it. There were no house or anything around it or even close to it. This was a small cemetery that had an 8' fence around it and no street lights at all, it was pitch black. It was so scary looking that we had to convince Melanie to go with us, because she was already freaked out about this place.
We all climbed over the fence and set up the Ouija board. After a little while, Myself and Melanie got this spirit that seemed very angry. We would ask questions and it would answer "NO" most of the time. The weird thing was that the planchette piece would move very quickly when it did answer. It was almost like it didn't like us asking questions and was getting angry. We even asked it if we could keep asking questions and it said "NO". I then told it that we weren't leaving and that we would keep asking questions. After that, we would ask a question and it would answer in jibberish or sometimes it was maybe a different language that none of us knew. It actually cursed at us a few times. The planchette moved so abruptly that it actually left our pinky finger behind. We would have to move our finger over to put it back on the piece, so there was no way Melanie was moving the piece and I knew I wasn't.
To test this thing, we decided that each one of us would write a question about ourselves that we knew no one else in the group knew the answer. We wrote these on little pieces of paper before we got there and we drew questions at this time. Melanie and I were still doing the board. I stuck my hand in the hat and pulled out a piece of paper. I drew my own question, but nobody knew that was my question. I asked the question, "Which one of us has never been baptised?" It's true, i had never been baptised. The board answered "YOU". I was the one who asked the question. It proceded to answer all 4 questions correctly. That was weird! It freaked us all out.
The two guys did the board next and they got the same reaction. At one point, they told this spirit that they didn't care what it wanted, they were going to keep asking questions and at that moment, the planchette piece flew off the board and went airborne and landed about 20 feet away next to the fence that surrounded the cemetary. It was like someone had thrown it like a frisbee. We all got freaked out and Melanie screamed and ran over to the fence and tried to climb out of there. She was histerical. She couldn't climb the fence by herself and I finally got her calmed down. Her two friends said let's just try it one more time and then we promise we will leave. She agreed to that.
The two guys retrieved the game piece and Melanie and myself did the board one more time. When we asked the first question, the game piece abruptly moved from one letter to another and we could barely keep our pinky fingers on the piece and it spelled out "Leave me alone" and after it spelled the last letter of that sentence, the letter "E" it went airborne again and landed in the same spot it did before. Melanie really freaked out now and ran screaming to fence. One of her friends was helping her over the fence and myself and one of the other guys went over to find the game piece so we could get the hell out of this place. The piece had landed in some underbrush that had grown through the fence. It was pitch black with only moonlight to see and we were both on our knees reaching into this underbrush and just as we found the piece, I heard a growling noise coming from just a few feet away on the other side of the fence but in the same underbrush. I froze and i looked at the guy next to me and said "did you hear that?" He said "yes". It was a deep growl like a lion or Tiger would make. It was not a small animal growl. I still don't know what the heck that was but it sent chills up my back side and sent us running for the fence and we got the heck outta there!
I know a lot of people don't believe in the Ouija board and I was one of them until this incident happened. I remember when you could go into any K-Mart or Wal-Mart and see the Ouija board sold as a game right next to Monopoly and Scrabble. It's harder to find now but it is NOT a game. Versions of the Ouija board have been around since before Christ. A lot of people think it's a joke, but i'm telling you it is no joke if you do it right and take it seriously. I think you're opening a door and after that incident, i swore i would never do the Ouija board again.
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