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diefacingourfoes:

me: i’m gonna go read scary stories on creepypasta or reddit nosleep yeah that’ll be fun

me: these scary stories are great really get your adrenaline pumping

me: that’s a bit too scary gonna stop now

me that night: *jumps at every tiny noise and can’t look in darkened windows or mirrors* i’m…

whorrorfying
whorrorfying:

Reddit NoSleep: My Grandmothers Ouija Board Obsession by Reddit user: Somethingwrong22 

TRIGGER WARNER: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

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This story was told to me by my mum a couple of years ago and after reading a story about someone messing with a ouija board, it kind of triggered the memory of the story told to me.  

A long time ago when I was around 5 years old (1995) I used to spend a lot of time at my grandmothers house. I loved going there, she was always so much fun. I started noticing that a few times a week my grans next door neighbour, Liz, would come in with a box and they would both sit in the dining room, I was always told to go play elsewhere and locked out of the dining room. Being really young, I didn’t think anything of it. It turned out that the box which Liz brought over contained a ouija board. My gran started out just giving it a little try now and again just for fun to see if it actually worked. When she discovered that it did, in fact work, she started using it more regular. She would speak to her dead mother, father and brother and at first, this brought her great comfort and joy to know that they were ok in their resting place.

However, my gran quickly became obsessed. I wasn’t aloud to go there anymore and didn’t get an explanation until this story was told to me just a couple of years ago. She began using the board more and more until it became a fully blown addiction. My mum said my gran would sit in her house like a recluse, in complete darkness just asking the board questions. She barely left the house anymore. It got to the point where you couldn’t even get her on the phone. She would pretty much ask the board everything. She wouldn’t do anything at all, not even go visiting family or allowing family into her home unless the board told her that this was ok. That was her life now. Sitting from morning till night, in the darkness, playing with this ouija board.

One day, my mother was concerned as she hadn’t heard from my gran for over a month. She decided to show up at her house, even if my gran wouldn’t allow her to come in, she just wanted to know she was ok. She knocked on the door, no answer. She tried the handle and the door was unlocked. She entered and began shouting for my grandmother, no answer. So she began searching rooms. My gran wasn’t there. My mum decided the last place to look was the garden. She peered through the blinds an noticed the garden shed ajar. Strange, as nobody has been in that shed since my grandfather died.

My mother walked up to the shed, fling open the door and what she seen before her will forever haunt her. My gran, hanging from the wooden beams on the ceiling of the shed. Her throat had been cut and her hands tied behind her back with metal wire. No chair or ladder near her, my grandmother never done this to herself. Police said it was a suicide, open and shut case.

The scariest part of this was what was found in a scrunched up piece of paper in one of my grandmothers trouser pockets… 

"Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called".

whorrorfying:

Reddit NoSleep: My Grandmothers Ouija Board Obsession by Reddit user: Somethingwrong22 

TRIGGER WARNER: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

***

This story was told to me by my mum a couple of years ago and after reading a story about someone messing with a ouija board, it kind of triggered the memory of the story told to me.

A long time ago when I was around 5 years old (1995) I used to spend a lot of time at my grandmothers house. I loved going there, she was always so much fun. I started noticing that a few times a week my grans next door neighbour, Liz, would come in with a box and they would both sit in the dining room, I was always told to go play elsewhere and locked out of the dining room. Being really young, I didn’t think anything of it. It turned out that the box which Liz brought over contained a ouija board. My gran started out just giving it a little try now and again just for fun to see if it actually worked. When she discovered that it did, in fact work, she started using it more regular. She would speak to her dead mother, father and brother and at first, this brought her great comfort and joy to know that they were ok in their resting place.

However, my gran quickly became obsessed. I wasn’t aloud to go there anymore and didn’t get an explanation until this story was told to me just a couple of years ago. She began using the board more and more until it became a fully blown addiction. My mum said my gran would sit in her house like a recluse, in complete darkness just asking the board questions. She barely left the house anymore. It got to the point where you couldn’t even get her on the phone. She would pretty much ask the board everything. She wouldn’t do anything at all, not even go visiting family or allowing family into her home unless the board told her that this was ok. That was her life now. Sitting from morning till night, in the darkness, playing with this ouija board.

One day, my mother was concerned as she hadn’t heard from my gran for over a month. She decided to show up at her house, even if my gran wouldn’t allow her to come in, she just wanted to know she was ok. She knocked on the door, no answer. She tried the handle and the door was unlocked. She entered and began shouting for my grandmother, no answer. So she began searching rooms. My gran wasn’t there. My mum decided the last place to look was the garden. She peered through the blinds an noticed the garden shed ajar. Strange, as nobody has been in that shed since my grandfather died.

My mother walked up to the shed, fling open the door and what she seen before her will forever haunt her. My gran, hanging from the wooden beams on the ceiling of the shed. Her throat had been cut and her hands tied behind her back with metal wire. No chair or ladder near her, my grandmother never done this to herself. Police said it was a suicide, open and shut case.

The scariest part of this was what was found in a scrunched up piece of paper in one of my grandmothers trouser pockets…

"Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called".