One By One They All Fall Down (Creepypasta)

Starting year 6 was a breeze for the most part, yeah the work was a little tougher, and especially when it came to maths but it was still an easy start. Over the following weeks everyone started making plans for Halloween, when eventually the day came that I overheard some of the popular kids planning to sneak out and go to the graveyard next to the school. They noticed me looking over and thought to invite me along, I tried get out of it but they weren’t having any of it.

The whole plan was to have a sleep over at Jacobs seeing as his was the closest to the school/ graveyard, and then sneak out around midnight, during the so called witching hour, the guys had been doing some research about the paranormal and found out between midnight and 3am is the best time to contact spirits, so naturally decided this would be the best time to go have a Ouija board session in the middle of the local graveyard, I know right sounds fun. We were all on the same page Tim, Jacob, Alex, Chris, Rob, Mike and of course me but over the week leading up to Halloween more and more people got invited, some were going to join us at Jacobs, some were going to sneak out and meet us there and well the rest of the class weren’t interested or had way to strict of parents to even attempt sneaking out or staying at others.

Finally the night came, October 31st 1999, a time without smart phones scary right, we were all having a fun night watching horror films, eating junk food and trying out our favourite wrestling moves on each other, eventually it got late, about 11pm, Jacobs parents popped the heads in to the room saying they were off to bed and for us to not stay up to late, nice people I wonder how they’re doing; we of us all waited about an hour to make sure the parents were asleep, we all got dressed and quietly made our way out to the back, now Jacobs back garden leads onto an alley way which takes us straight to the school, annoyingly we would of just used the gate but it had been locked for god knows how long considering the amount of rust on the metal so he had to proceed with boosting one another over the fence as quietly and quickly as possible.

We all made it over without alerting the parents, no idea how as we made so much noise that every dog in the area started barking but alas we were on our merry way down the well lit alley, Chris was explaining how the Ouija board worked to the few that hadn’t had a chance to find out, this ended up freaking out the 3 or 4 kids that were already a bit shaken and wanting to back out but we were all in this now, no going back, well apparently to the 6 who had originated this whole plan. By the time we had got to the school, everyone else had already been waiting for over 10 minutes. “about time” a few of them remarked in a snarky tone, “come one we don’t have all night” said one of the bratty girls, were call her Katelyn, this probably would of went a lot smoother if not for her, let me quickly explain she’s one of those princess, I’m never wrong I get everything I want, cant handle being told no types. Anyway we all made our way to the centre of the graveyard and set up the board on a large tombstone, you know the ones that are like huge stone tables which cam in very handy for this, so we all tried to gather around the board, some pushing and shoving to get closer, mind there was like 20 of us and if you’re at all familiar with Ouija boards you should know only say about 6 people can have their hand on the planchette at a time so this was a bit hectic, we all established we’d take it in turns obviously the 6 originals going first.

They tried asking questions for 5 to 10 minutes with no response, they swapped over with some others and the same occurred, nothing apart from one or 2 of them pretending to move make the planchette move. My go was next so we sat around the board and asked “is there anyone there?” no response, all the other typical questions had been asked so I thought I’d ask something different “would you like us to leave you alone?” at this point the planchette felt as is was being ever so slightly moved but that’s when Katelyn pushed me out the way having enough of waiting around with nothing happening, she angrily asked stupid questions and mocked the planchette moving until most of the group had either left or started to protest her. She finally gave up and decided to leave, we all calmed ourselves down and decided we might as well pack it in seeing as nothing was happening, just as we all agreed we heard scrapping, it was the planchette on the board, it was moving, by itself. We all looked at each other trying to figure out who was trying to trick us but no one was, no strings, no magnets nothing. We watched as the heart shaped plastic made its way ever so slowly to Goodbye. Needless to say we all bolted, none of us really expected anything to happen so when it did, my god did we run, a couple of kids even cried including Tim, there were a few jokes made at his expense. We finally made it back into Jacobs’s room and started discussing what had happened, making excuses and trying to disprove what we saw, but to no luck we had no answers.

The next week we returned to school from the half term break, we all filled each other in on what we had got up to and talking about the Halloween in the graveyard, but yet no one mentioned Katelyn’s outburst, I thought to be sure that would be top gossip but no not a word, it got to registration when I noticed Katelyn wasn’t there, everyone else was but not her, I thought maybe she was to embarrassed to come in or maybe she had moved school, that would be nice I thought, so I asked the girl sitting besides me but she gave me this look of pure vacancy, she had no idea who I was talking about, so I asked a few more kids around me only to get the same response; I thought maybe they’ve all agreed to just collectively ignore her and pretend she doesn’t exist. It was odd not one person had questioned where she was but even the teacher didn’t call out her name or give any reason to why she wasn’t there. I tried not to think much of it throughout the morning but I was just so curious, I finally decided to ask the teacher at lunch when she gave me the exact none vacant expression and answer my classmates had.

The following week the whole missing Katelyn deal had left my mind, it was peaceful not having her around, I feel terrible for saying that but it’s also therapeutic. I was in for a surprise the next day as another student hadn’t shown up to class with the same little things from last time, no one knowing who she was, her name not being called out, what was off this time though was this wasn’t a girl most people dislike, maybe even hated but the girl who had vanished, everyone loved, her name was Sarah and she put a smile on everyone’s face even if you didn’t want to smile but now just like Katelyn it seems she no longer exists. This carried on for the following weeks leading up to Christmas break, every few days or even a week would past then poof, there goes another one.

The end of the year had rolled around but by this time pretty much my entire class was missing; even the entire school population looked smaller. How many people have vanished to this unknown force? Why was I the only one to remember them? Everyone else involved with that night couldn’t remember so why was I burdened with these memories of people that no longer exist? I needed to know, maybe if I went back to where this began, maybe I could talk with what ever it was we had contacted so that was it my mind was made up, that day after school I would go into the graveyard and find some answers. The day final bell rang as we grabbed our bags, I was just about to leave as the teacher called other, “I want to know why you’ve been asking about students that I’ve never met” I got a little annoyed seeing as he had met these students, many times, “I’d like you to sit down while I go fetch your parents from the teachers lounge” I was furious at this point, he seriously called my parents in and none of them had mentioned anything, I tried to walk out of the room in frustration but the door was locked, I decided to just sit down and get this over with.

Finally Mr. Johnson and my parents had returned, they questioned me for what felt like an eternity, I explained everything the night we snuck out, the girl getting angry and every time I noticed a student had gone missing. They just looked at me with such confusion, eventually after more questioning my mother broke down into tears, she couldn’t deal with the constant lies or the fact I had gone crazy, that were the only two conclusions my parents and Mr. Johnson could come up with, I protested and protested until they had enough, my father restrained me at this point my mother had calmed down from crying but was absolutely furious. We walked home with no words spoken, when we got in we had dinner, still no words when we had finished they sent me to my room, I decided not to protest as it hadn’t gotten me anywhere so far and just excepted my fate.

The next morning I could her talking downstairs but it was only one side of a conversation, my father was on the phone so I decided to be nosey as young kids usually, my father was booking me a doctors appointment, great my parents actually do think I’m crazy, well its not like I can prove that any of those people exist not even their own parents remember them. We arrive at the doctors and he asks me question after question after question, he determines I’ve been having hallucinations and could possibly be schizophrenia, this did not feel good, they said they’d need to run some more tests over the following weeks. So this was my story, the story of why I’ve been locked in an asylum for 16 years, love you too Mum and Dad.

(Authors Notes: It may sound weird but both schools I went to growing up were either separated by a hedge line/fence or across the road from graveyards)

A Haunting in the Country

To start, I have been a strong believer in the paranormal since I was a young child.  I have childhood stories that I’d like to share at a later time. But for now, I’d like to talk about what happened to me about 10 years ago. I’ve never been more afraid of the other side than that time. I’ve never submitted a story before, but felt that I needed to share about this experience. To share it with people who maybe have experienced some of the same things. It’s a little long, but nonetheless scary.

It was the summer of 2007. My husband, daughter and I had to move from where we were living to a trailer in a very rural community away from my hometown where I grew up. To give you an idea of the area, forest surrounded everything. Our trailer was right next to the only main road. Behind us was a cow field, then 4 other trailers in a line about a half mile away from us. It was a very nice location, and the inside was just what we needed with a 7 year old. But I always had a strange feeling, like something lurking behind my shoulder. I just shrugged it off as being stress from moving away from my hometown to a brand new area.

The activity was very slow and small to start. I would hear small bangs and knocks on the walls and the front door glass, but we had 3 cats, so I thought it could be them. Sometimes I would think the trailer was just “settling”. Then at times I thought it was my daughter, Max, making some of the noises. But she always said she wasn’t. I did believe in the paranormal, but ghosts hadn’t came to my mind. Yet. Then, one night, everything changed.

My husband, Charlie, worked evenings at a restaurant 60 miles away and didn’t get off until late, anywhere from 2 to 4am.  I had a futon in our living room where I was sitting watching a movie. My daughter was asleep in her room, and all 3 of our cats were asleep in various spots around the living room. It was about 2am, as I was waiting on Charlie to come home. I had the lights off because I was watching a horror movie, as I’ve always loved watching them in the dark.

First, I got a chill of cold around me, which I just thought was our air conditioner in the kitchen. But I then realized I had turned it off several hours ago, because I’m a naturally cold person. Before I could shrug it off, it felt like 3 fingers run through the left side of my hair above my ear. I immediately got goosebumps all over my body, and I sat straight up and shook my hair out, thinking maybe a spider, but I left denial behind. I KNEW those were fingers running through my hair. I shuddered and barely slept at all that night.

The next day, I called a few of my friends to tell them what I had experienced. My friend J said she could come over and we could do an EVP, or electronic voice phenomena, experient. She thought that by making contact with me, maybe they wanted to communicate. So, her and my friend M came over armed with a digital recorder and a ouija board. Charlie went to work as usual, and about 9pm I put Max to bed. We sat around talking girl talk for a bit, and I had told the girls about the small occurrences, like the knocking on the walls and windows, especially on the front door.

So, around 3am, we decided to get started. We turned out the lights, lit 3 candles, and placed our fingers on the planchette. Then, we turned on the recorder. The house was very quiet, so, starting with J, we started asking questions. J asked “Is anyone here?”. The planchette moved slowly to yes. Just a note, I had used spirit boards before, so I knew the rules and how everything was supposed to work. We went around in a circle asking simple questions like “where are you” and “how did you pass?”. We kept getting answers spelled out like “here” and “the well”. (we had an in ground oil well behind our house at the time)

The board then spelled out “I like you”. M asked “who do you like?” The planchette sat still for a moment, then moved to where it was pointing at me. At that point, I started getting a bit queasy, and had chills up and down my body. I asked J and M if we could stop and maybe review the recorder. We said goodbye to the board, and then rewound the tape.

We all sat, eager to see if we had captured anything. There weren’t any responses to the first few questions. Then, we hear J ask “where are you?”. We hear a small, child like voice come through and say “outside”. The hairs on the back of my neck started to raise. Next, we hear M ask “how did you pass?” and we hear a faint voice of a woman who cries “so cold”.  At this point on the tape is where the board is spelling out I like you.  You hear M say “well, who do you like?”. Then, in a deep male voice, sounding as if almost slithering out of the speaker……”Nikki”. To this day, I still get chills of fear when I think of that voice.

At that exact moment when my name came out of the recorder, it felt as if a very strong force pushed down on my shoulders. Like hands pressing down, hard. I felt extremely sick, and stopped the tape immediately. J said a blessing, but it didn’t really relieve the pressure. Charlie ended up coming home, and the girls decided to go to sleep. Charlie and I laid down, and he fell right to sleep. But I had this extreme wave of fear. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel someone watching me closely. I opened my eyes quickly, and to my horror, I saw a very dark, male shaped shadow on my ceiling directly above me.

I’ve never suffered from sleep paralysis, and as soon as I opened my eyes, it vanished. I sat straight up, my chest feeling heavy and tight to where I was having trouble breathing. I was shaking and trying to wake Charlie up to tell him what I saw. But he was too out of it. So, I sat there in my bed curled in a ball, until the dawn came. Then I could finally close my eyes and sleep.

From then on, everything was different. I was always cold, even though temperatures reached 80 degrees. The shower, other than the bed, was the scariest place in the house. I would go to take a shower, and always had my water pretty hot. But every time I’d undress and get in, I’d feel that familiar cold swirl around my body. I would get chills all over. At one point, I could even see my breath it was so cold in the shower. I went from showering once a day to once a week. I just couldn’t take it.

Every day was the same. I’d have enormous pressure on my shoulders, I’d have panic attacks out of nowhere, I’d have a lot of difficulty breathing, and that feeling at night. That damned feeling. Whatever was haunting me loved tormenting me. Always staying on the ceiling. Making sure I would see him just for a split second. I don’t know if it was because we opened up a doorway when we used the board that night, but I do feel that it still would have escalated, only slower without the board. I always think back and wished we had just left it alone.

About September of that year, I was able to move back to my home town. I was terrified that whatever had ahold of me in the country would follow me. When I got back home, I looked up some spells and rituals to cast away negative beings and spirits. I never felt that presence again. But, to this day, I will never forget that voice or what happened. It has strengthened me as a person. For anyone thinking of using a spirit board, just be careful. You could release something very devious that wants you, but needs a way to get to you.

 

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Haunted Ouija Board

I was a teenager when this happened, but I can honestly say I remember it like it happened just a few hours ago. My friend, Bailey and I were staying at her house for the weekend. It just happened to be the weekend that her mother decided to do some spring cleaning and clean out their spare bedroom. As teenagers Bailey and I of course were doing more playing with the things we found than cleaning.

Bailey pulled a box out of the closet and held it up, asking her mother what was inside. Her mother snatched the box out of her hands and told her it was a Ouija Board that her aunt had brought home when she lived there. We shrugged it off and went on with our day. Later that night her dad decided we needed to burn some of the things that had been thrown out. The fire was small and burning normally until her mother threw the Ouija Board in it.

What happened next is something I can only describe as unexplainable. The flames of the fire turned blue and the fire flamed up much higher than before. We stood there looking at each other, all a bit shaken but also glad that it was gone. Eventually the fire burned down and we all settled in for bed. Bailey and I were in the den watching a movie when we heard it, something rattling inside one of the boxes that was to go back into storage.

Thinking her cat had climbed inside and become stuck, Bailey opened the box and immediatley screamed a scream that could only have been matched if a man had jumped out of the box with a knife. I ran over to her and peered into the box  myself and found the Ouija Board from earlier, alone in the box. Her parents ran in to find Bailey and I still staring into the box trying to wrap our minds around what we were seeing.

It was the middle of the night but her dad grabbed the box and threw it outside. He proceeded to spray it with lighter fluid from the nearby grill and light it on fire. The flame was the same strange blue color and this time there was an odd noise that came from it. Almost like a hissing mixed with quiet screaming. When the fire had died down there was nothing but a pile of ash and embers.

To my knowledge the Ouija Board has not made another appearance since, but even know, all these years later I still get chills thinking about it. Ouija  boards are nothing to play with, and knowing what I know now, it terrifies me to think that some people play with them as if they are a toy.

Ouija Board Horror Story

I’ve always been interested in the paranormal. Every since I was younger I was obsessed with watching ghost adventures and horror movies.

I’m 19 now and decided to buy a ouija board. I’ve done a lot of research and even purchased a spirit box. I’m from Massachusetts and live pretty close to the real life conjuring house.

My friend and I both went there, it’s on route 96 on burrivile ri, the house is further back than the barn and it’s blocked off with poles. We went there at 3AM and decided to do the ouija board across the street. I turned the spirit box on too just for the hell of it.

A few minutes into it and we got ZoZo, we both got uncomfortable after the board told us “kill yourself” so we decided to end it there but left my box running. Driving away from the house you could hear my box say, come back. I know what you’re thinking, don’t do it but we did. I parked back in my original spot and the box stopped talking, my car died. My friggin car, I just got it too. At about 330am it turned back on and we noticed handprints on the windows, we tried the ouija again and nothing.

Instead, something was fucking with my car and pressing the lights on.

A day after that I went into work and jokingly told my GM I thought there was a ghost in here and he told me he’s heard that accusation before. My work apparently used to be a car shop and the mechanic killed himself in the building. An hour later the power went out, everything except my cash register and my name was in red.

Fast forward to that Friday, I did the ouija board with my friends at some park some kid drowned in. Nothing too interesting was really happening until the board spelled out “Warning” and then “Lights out” no idea what that meant. Two days later, I’m on my way home and realize a tree fell down and caused only my neighborhood to go out, my whole neighborhood was black. I have no idea if it’s connected.

All I know is I keep my ouija board in my car and now every time get in my car, I have a random scratch that ends up on me…

Second Hand Encounter

I’ve always considered myself very sensitive to the paranormal. When I discovered about the Ouija Board, I was 10 and very interested in how it works. I bought it from a toy store and googled how to use it. Then I discovered all the demonic encounters people have had using the ouija board. When I read them, I decided to never use it or open it. The ouija board would sit in the downstairs pantry for years collecting dust, never to be used.

Years later I was a senior in high school. I was the typical depressed teenager, trying to make everyone happy while thinking the usual “nobody will ever know how much I’m hurting inside” nonsense. I had this one friend, whom I’ll call Rachel. Rachel and I have had a rocky one sided friendship. My ex boyfriend (who I really could see myself with in the future at the time) left me for her. And the two of them began dating for two years. My parents would always tell me she was a very flaky friend, but she was the only one who would actually pay attention in school so I kept brushing my parents comments aside and we would hang out at lot during the weekend.

One time my parents were out and Rachel was spending the night. We got hungry and looked for something to eat. As we opened the pantry she discovered the old ouija board. Her eyes instantly lit up and told me “let’s use it!” I instantly told her no, telling her how dangerous ouija boards could be. Rachel has always been a skeptic, despite me telling her my various paranormal encounters as a child.

She then asked me if she could have it and her boyfriend (my ex) could use it whenever they decided to hang out. I lectured her about the dangers yet again and she kept begging me to take the ouija board from me. I finally gave up and sighed, saying “Yes. You can take it. But please be careful.”

Rachel came back to sleepover at my house a few months later. We were watching something on tv and she suddenly blurted out. “Remember that ouija board you gave me last time I was over?”
“Yes. What about it?” I was a little intrigued.

“Well… I went to my boyfriend’s house and we decided to use it…” She told me about they went to his bedroom and asked the board “Is there anyone here with is?” Her boyfriend/my ex is also a skeptic so when the planchette moved to yes they quickly accused each other of moving it. After a couple minutes of them saying “Are you moving it? “No. Are you moving it?” They both paid attention back to the board, asking “Why are you here?” The board spelled out the words “TO KILL”. After a small pause, they asked the board “To kill who?”

The board spelled out the name of Rachel’s younger brother, who has been diagnosed with autism. They then asked “Why?” And the board spelled out “TOO MUCH HAPPINESS.” That’s all I remember her telling me, but the moment she told me that I had the worst feeling thinking this was not good.

As we fell asleep I had this dream I was on a date with a guy I had a crush on at the time. We were on a pier late at night and we were holding hands, laughing, and having a good time. At one point we decided to have sex in one of the restrooms. We entered a restroom and locked it. The moment we started kissing I had a very negative feeling when he started touching me. I pulled away and asked “You’re not him, are you?” My “crush” quietly shook his head, and the first instinct I had in the dream was to run. I ran to the door and the lock wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I pulled on it.

I stared at the man who took me in at first, and his eyes turned solid black. No pupils, no white part of the eye, it was all black.

I woke up from that dream in a large puddle of sweat, and when I first became aware of what happened I turned to look at Rachel who was fast asleep. I knew that entity and her were connected. When she woke up the next day I told her the dream I had and she brushed it off completely.

After we graduated high school, Rachel and I grew apart; despite still being friends on social media. She and my ex are now engaged. I got a job across the country and moved away from everybody. We talk occaisonally once in a while but every time we talked this experience would come back in my mind. And I always had that strong impression that this entity was always following her, but dormant; waiting for the right time to strike. She says now a believer in the paranormal, even though she hasn’t had an encounter.

Whatever made her change her beliefs is beyond me, but I know something intense is coming her way; even though she still doesn’t believe me about that old story I had from high school.