A Haunting: A Door for Demons and The Little Boy Ghosts
Have you seen a ghost?
Millions of people believe in ghosts and the supernatural. Many of those people have even had real-life encounters with the other side. Sometimes we have experiences with the supernatural without even realizing it. Sometimes the experience is something that scares us so badly we have to block it from our conscious minds. There are those who want to share their stories with others, so that they can know they are not alone in believing in the supernatural...in knowing that just because there's no scientific proof to something doesn't mean it's not real.
I believe that when we are open to the other side, when we believe in the unknown and are humble enough to know we are just a small being in a universe of possibilities, that's when we have more experiences with the supernatural. Because I believed in ghosts as a child, I had more experiences than most people do in a lifetime. These are just a few accounts of when I reached beyond the veil and saw glimpses of another world...
A Door for Demons to Come Through
Perhaps my first brush with spirits was at the age of thirteen. I was a young and naïve girl, with a curiosity for all things creepy and not-of-this-world. At the time I was living in an old brick three-story house in historic Southern Maryland. The house was on land that had seen a lot of historic events - the French and Indian War, the Revolutionary War, and even the Civil War. Natives had lived and died on those lands in years past. No matter how brightly the sun was shining, the area always emitted a gloomy vibe.
One day two of my friends had the idea of playing with a Ouija Board. I had never seen one much less played with one, so I agreed. We made our own Ouija Board from cardboard, sharpie marker, and used a light-weight shot glass as our planchette. With all three of us hardly touching the shot glass, it wasn't long before the glass started moving with a force not of our doing. We were scared but also thrilled. To think that we were speaking with a spirit...
We began asking the spirit questions about it's previous life. The only real answers we could decipher were "1908" and "axe". The rest of the answers the spirit was giving us were very jumbled...the movement of the planchette was fast and furious...barely giving us time to read what it was trying to say. After we asked its name, things got more and more intense. The answer was simply "Z". One of us said, "that's a weird name", and the planchette traveled back and forth to the word "yes" and the letter "Z". We had had enough with this spirit "Z" and said goodbye to the spirit and cleared the board. From that point forward, every time we tried to use the board the same spirit would come through. It frightened us so much that we trashed the board and the shot glass to be rid of this menacing ghost named Z
Directly following our Ouija Board trashing, my house became a frightening place to be in. It had always been creepy before, with slow creaking doors and squeaking floors, but this had set it off to a different level of terrifying. Somehow we had opened to the door to allow for something to come through...something that wasn't exactly harmless. Creaking doors turned into randomly slamming doors...footsteps could be heard in the hallway and on the stairs on a daily basis...and I wasn't the only person experiencing this. My little brother was, too. One night he came screaming down the stairs, saying he couldn't sleep in his room because someone was underneath of his bed. I brushed him off and told him to go back to bed...years later he would tell me that he heard someone breathing heavily under his bed...and there were no pets there.
Eyes were always on you, no matter where you went in the house...and every night nightmares ensued. A candy jar in my living room made a loud popping sound, and we found it to be shattered from the bottom up...with no clear explanation. After doing some slight research into the history of the home, I found out that a man lived there who had ties into the Freemasons. Not to say that the Freemasons are evil, but perhaps its possible that he was into the Occult and potentially allowed a door to be created in the house without realizing it. After looking through some old boxes in the basement, I found some very disturbing magazines...and not normal dirty magazines...but truly disturbing, evil magazines. Whatever had gone on in that house in the past set up the doorway for demons to come through...and subsequently my playing around with the spirit world opened that same door through Ouija.
This happened almost twenty years ago...I haven't touched the Ouija Board since, and let me tell you I was very happy to leave that house a year or so after these things happened. About a year ago, I found out that other people had also come across a spirit named "Z" on the Ouija Board. In fact, it's a very common experience for Ouija Board players of a younger age...this demon calls himself "Z" or "Zozo" or "Zuzu" or even "Zero". And he tries to use the young, naïve players as a means to exact his will...whatever that might be.
The Little Boy Ghosts
I've always been drawn to the supernatural, to look through the veil to the other side. I think for this reason, some spirits or otherworldly beings are sometimes drawn to me. And sometimes they call to me...
In my teenage years, I lived in an older home that had seen its share of death - an old man, an old lady, and a little boy. I was the only person with a bedroom on the first floor, and one of the first nights I stayed there I heard toys being played with in the living room. Specifically, I heard the bell on a bicycle ring very clearly around midnight...and when I went out to see who it was, no one was there. The TV wasn't on, and there was nothing in the room that could have made that noise. I got the feeling at that time that there was the spirit of a child in the house, though I didn't know that a little boy had died there.
Over the years, the whole family experienced spooky things including toy sounds and a sound that could only be heard on occasion. While sitting downstairs, we could hear a very loud thud upstairs (right above our heads). It had sounded as if a child had jumped off of a bed and onto the floor above us. There was no one on the second floor, nor had anything fallen to create such a loud sound.
Unexplainable smells were also experienced by myself and others. On the first floor, in my room particularly, there was the scent of pancakes cooking on the stove and maple syrup undulating in the air around us. This aroma would waft through the air at random times and we would search and search for the source but could never find one...
The thing that solidified a haunting was a photograph that my mother had taken of me one Christmas Eve. I had been very sick, and I was standing beside the tree in the living room. In the photo, you can see a large misty figure with flecks of sparkles standing beside and in front of me. It didn't seem to make any particular shape, but kind of seemed like a horse in a way. A friend of my mother's pointed out a little boy in the background...looking out of the bay window behind me. You can clearly make out his profile - the cut of his hair, his ear, and the collar of a long-sleeved shirt of jacket. He looked to be between the ages of 3 and 5 and he looked quite sad, as though he was waiting for someone or something. We found out following this photo's development that a little boy had died of pneumonia in the house when he was about the age of 4.
Years later, and now living in an entirely different state, another little boy ghost called out to me from his grave. On a road close to my house is a cemetery that dates back to the 1800s. Every time I would drive by this cemetery, there was one particular stone that always grabbed my attention...and truly there is nothing aesthetically special about the stone. It looks just like the others...but with a small lamb on the top of it. There are other gravestones in this cemetery that are much prettier...much more elaborate, but for some reason my eyes were always drawn to this gravestone. One day I decided to visit this cemetery and snap a few pictures for the fun of it. I figured I would inspect this one gravestone, as well. I snapped a few pictures of the cemetery, including the lamb gravestone and got one picture that stood out among the others (you can see that picture at the beginning of this article). There is a white body of light emanating from where I am standing in front of the gravestone...I tried numerous times to recreate this lighting but could not recreate it...nor could I explain it.
I got goosebumps just looking at this picture. I felt like the little boy whose body was buried there was trying to tell me something. I decided to try to google his name to see if I could find anything (a HUGE shot in the dark, I know). I didn't find anything, so then I googled his name plus the name of the local area. Still nothing. Then I got the idea to google his name, plus the local area's name, plus the word "accident". Don't ask me why, I still do not know. And the second search result on Google wielded an answer...my skin began to crawl! I could hardly breathe while reading this article. It was an article from the 40s, a lawsuit to be exact. It had the little boy's name, date of death, and told the story of a little boy who had fallen into a large pit in the ground and drowned to death. This made me so sad for the little boy...apparently they were blaming his death on the man who he was with at the time...a man who was clearly not paying attention to where this four-year-old was playing.
Following this epiphany, I visited his gravesite again and left a toy bunny and a marble. I still see his gravestone from time to time and think of him. I hope his soul is at rest.