Ouija Encounter with Gwen
This is yet another story to remind the younger generation that Ouija is a bad idea. Everything here is true and I'll write down everything as best as I can remember.
When I was around 13 or so, one of my older friends had just come back from a trip in the U.S. somewhere, that was supposedly famous for "hitch-hike ghosts." She "gave" a ghost to each of us, and I got one that I could sense was a cat - a pure-white Persian. We called her Starlight. We hadn't a clue what a pure-bred Persian was doing in the middle of a desert highway, but we shrugged it off. She turned out to be quite friendly toward us, and became part of our daily lives.
A year later, my older friends, who had just transferred to a brand new high school, started playing around with a home-made Ouija board. Typical thing a bunch of kids will toss together; a piece of paper with the necessary letters written on it, with yes, no, hello, goodbye etc. With an old yogurt cup from lunch as the planchette.
I can't remember everybody who was there, but there was my best friend JH, and there was also KD, R, J, V, and maybe somebody else. We had all started practicing Wicca a year or more earlier. It was terrible. None of us knew what we were doing, and there weren't many books out on the subject yet. Looking back, knowing how things work now, we messed up big time.
So anyway, they figured it'd be a lark to play around and see who they could contact. Typically, a group of 15-16 year olds giggling, asking dumb things like, "What's the first letter of the man I'll marry?" R, being the smart one, sat back, refusing to join, but watched from a distance.
They contacted somebody named Gwen. That name still sends shivers up and down my spine.
She seemed to be quite friendly, and so they talked to her without worry. They said goodbye to her the first day when the lunch-is-over bell went off, and headed to their classes, keeping the yogurt cup and paper board in someone's nap-sack.
Seeing as how it was so much fun the first day, they did it the next day at lunch as well. They got to know Gwen a bit better: she had died around our age, maybe a little older, and had supposedly killed herself, I believe. Nobody could pry any more information about how she had died or why. She didn't want to talk about it. Five of them grew tired of her, and contacted somebody else. A boy named Brad. He was a 9-or-so year old who had died sometime in the 70's in an accident. Once again, we couldn't pry any more information from him.
Later that day, my buddy JH called me and told me about what they had been doing. I was skeptical at first, telling her that I'd heard it was a bad idea. She told me that they'd only met nice people, so I decided to try it with my friends at school. Let me tell you, though, that she hadn't told me the names of the people who they had contacted, or how they'd died, etc. We wanted to do an experiment to see if I could get the same people.
So, of course we tried it. There was Ad, and myself. We made up a board, and used a bottle cap as a planchette. The very first time we tried, we got Gwen. She told us the same information as she told my older friends.
This went on for a few weeks, us doing this daily, we almost became obsessed with it. My friend JH came over for a sleep-over, and we made up a huge board on the back of one of my posters. To keep the little paper pieces from moving around, we taped them to the back, and used an old translucent film canister as the planchette. We had a big box of Lucky Charms with us; high on sugar, we were ready to start. We got Brad. We had lots of fun. He played with us and our spirit friends. We put some Lucky Charm marshmallows under the canister for him to "eat." He ended up distorting them. It was fascinating to watch. We'd put one under, and he'd change the shape, warping the thing out of shape.
We did this a few times. After a while, I learned that he was spying on me from the poster, and it creeped me out, being a girl and all. So I took the thing and stashed it away into the guest room closet. Many things have happened in this guest room.
One day I wanted to look at the poster, so I went to fetch it from the closet, and couldn't find it. I asked every one if they'd seen it. I told them that I'd stuck my poster in the closet, but nobody had seen it. Let me mention that my parents aren't religious people, nor would they bother to get rid of something like that poster. It was expensive, and they're the ones who bought it for me. My dad went in there and emptied that closet out that following Christmas with me there, and there was no trace of the thing. SEVEN years later, still no trace of it has been seen.
So, the older friends had a sleep-over themselves, and also did Ouija. V ended up getting possessed by Gwen, and started acting REALLY creepy. Luckily, my buddy JH was able to snap her out of it, and the rest of them stopped playing. KD was especially creeped out, and they collectively decided to scale back on the Ouija playing.
That night, they all got nightmares. Including myself, who was NOT there, and didn't know what had been going on. A girl, wearing a knee-length dress, and an odd short cape, with the hood up. Nobody saw her face although we all agreed that we felt she had red eyes, brown hair- and she was always carrying a basket of flowers. Dark flowers.
Each of us had at least one encounter with her after this. I can't remember my friend's encounters, but I can remember at least one of mine. This is the one that is burned into my memory. I was sitting around in the guest room of my house, and glanced out the big sliding glass window into the backyard. Around seven meters away, slightly behind a small tree, Gwen stood there plain as day, hood down, staring at me with the most evil, malicious look. I was frozen in fear, and stared back into her eyes unwillingly for what seemed like an eternity. Somebody suddenly yelled at me for my attention. The gaze was broken, and when I looked back, she was of course gone.
Things just kept escalating, until one night. Gwen was doing her usual rounds, freaking us out, her turn with me. She was hovering just outside of my "wards" I'd set up which were about a meter around my bed. She had managed to break through my shields again, and was hovering right above me.
But Starlight had had enough. She leapt upon Gwen, teeth and claws gnashing, the two of them had a horrible fight. Everybody around with the 'sense' was able to hear it. The horrible screaming. I was scared out of my wits. I managed to fling the covers over my head, and shivered there, hoping it would end. It seemed to go on forever. The noise suddenly stopped. I cautiously peered out, and 'saw' Starlight, covered in blood, eyes gleaming with pride over her kill.
Starlight had killed Gwen.
Somehow we'd figured out that Gwen was some kind of demoness. I can think of any other way to describe her. She was pure evil. Everyone talked to me the following day, shocked at how a Persian hitch-hiker ghost cat managed to defeat Gwen. V was never the same afterwards. It was several months before we heard from Starlight again. She had needed to rest a great deal after that ordeal.
We never saw Gwen again. But the name Gwen will always bring nightmares to my mind.
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