OTHERPLANE

This didn't actually happen to me, it happened to my mother when she was only 17 years old living with her elder brother and her mum in a flat in Leeds of West Yorkshire, England. What my mother experienced in that flat went on for 2 years, it has emotionally scarred her for life and she can't so much watch something like Steven Speilbergs "Poltergeist" because in her words "Its just too real" I can assure you that what I am about to share with you is 100% true, everything told, all the things that happened were told to me by my own mother, grandmother and uncle.

I don't know what year it was, it would have been the 70's. My uncle had some friends over at the flat while my mother (his sister) and my grandmother (their mother) were out. One of his friends brought over a Ouija Board with them, so they decided it would be a bit of a laugh and treated it asthough it were nothing more than a game of Cluedo.

Over the following Weeks, things began to go missing... just little things like pictures, bags, cups... but they kept turning up in the strangest of places... for example... my mums purse once turned up in the washing machine, she of course blamed her brother and thought it was some immature joke. Things like that kept happening, but getting more and more frequent, so this "person" who my Grandmother thought was just my mum and uncle, moving things earned the name Mr. Nobody it all became a bit of a joke. Until about 16 months later, when things started to become a little more serious, and alot more frightening. People would sit in chairs and feel a sudden drought of ice cold wind, doors would shut and bang on their own accord. The flat was flooded 3 times due to what appeared to be more and more likely to be a poltergeist by putting all the plugs in all the sinks and the bath and leaving them on. The family watch a set of knifes and forks fly around the front room on there own.

My mum said the most terrifying experience was one night when she woke up in bed and could hear footsteps on a wooden floor (which was all carpet). These footsteps would go up to the end of the hall, into her bedroom, around her bed, out of her room, down the hall and then repeat the pattern again, and again, and again. She said that she opened her mouth to scream but she couldn't (she was that scared). There was banging on doors, toilets flushing on their own repeatedly, things would move, more banging on doors, floors, ceilings, windows. My mum would quite often sit out side for hours until someone came home, she would not enter that flat on her own.

If no one was home at night, she would stay at friends or sometimes even at work. She said "You just never know what you would find". Eventually, my Grandmother got a priest in. Straight away, he new there was something there. He performed an exorcism and my mother said he looked as if he aged 80 years during the exorcism. The room felt as though it were at the top of a mountain, ice cold with gusts of wind. The priest said it may not have been enough to get rid of it and if anything else happened to get in touch with him and he would get someone who specialized in type of thing to come. After the exorcism, there was one loud bang of a door in the middle of the night... and that was the last thing to happen.

My mother never slept in that room ever again. The footsteps still haunts her today. I, myself, do practice the Ouija, but I don't make the same mistakes my uncle made. It is not just a game, it is a very powerful but spiritual thing. There are prayers to say before and after and other things you should do. Unfortunately, that experience put my mother off the Ouija for life, which I feel is a great shame (it is an amazing experience). That's what happened and that is the gospel truth.