I think at this point in my life, it's time to finally sit down and tell my full story. I've told pieces here and there on /x/ and Smashboards, but I've never written it out, in it's full dots-connected state. So I'm going to attempt to do so, right here.
My story starts mid Setember 2011, when me and an older cousin moved in together. I had moved from a rural Oregon town, and her from Las Vegas. We got an apartment together in Portland so we could both go to school. I was 18, and she was 25 at the time. Our apartment was a small two bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom hole in the wall. It was created in the early 50's and has a lot of charm to it, despite it kind of being ****ty. After about a year of school, and a ****ty break up, I had ****ed up so royally one semester that I just thought it would be best to take a break from school, get my emotional **** together, and go back when I was more buckled down and ready. At this point in time, it's about Mid-March, and the only true friend I have left in the city was Seal. Seal and I had been friends since Elementary school, but she moved away late our high school year and blah blah blah. Long story short, we're both broken hearted from recent break ups, and all we got is eachother and our two (really near by) ****ty apartments. Besides spending every night drunk as **** off of ****ty flavored smirnoffs, and resorting to Long Distance relationships with people we will never meet IRL, we got into witchcraft. Magick, Spell casting. Whatever you'd prefer it be called, we got into.
Seal and I first started small. We bought an Ouija Board from Powells. We looked up how to cast safety circles. Salt, chalk, sage, the internet, and an ouija board is what we armed ourselves with. We grounded ourselves through a process of meditation before every adventure into Ouija land. We would first draw a pentagram on my floor. After that was done, we would make a circle of salt around us. Then, we put an element at each end of the pentagram. A candle, a glass of water, a plant, and some soil. At the top we left it blank (because how can you manifest wind?) and put our alter. An ouija board, a lion figure, and a computer were what adorned our alter. from here we would say our chant while casting the circle. After doing this all, we would finally sit down and play. It was like we became a magnet. The planchet was electric. you could feel the energy on it. This heavy, not neccisarily negative, force would pull it to each answer. Seal and I had played with this thing many times before, but after successfully creating this enviorment I can't tell you how different the planchet's movements felt. They weren't these "did we do that?" slow, shaky movements. It moved with intent. Before playing part of our ritual was commanding all negative, and hateful entities to leave the area, that we invite the goddess and god here, only positive entities may interact with us, this is our space, ect. So what we seemed to meet was nothing too sinister. Some trickster ghosts, a zozo spirit, and a supposed angel by the name of Alm watched over me. All fun and games.
I look like UTTER ****, but that's what happens when you have no one to look good for, and you become a co-dependent recluse
Well, me and Seal sort of fell out of touch with the spiritual side of things, after I started to get eerie feelings at night after playing. Both of us just heeby jeebied ourselves to the point that we couldn't stand to look at the ouija board anymore. boom. Into my closet it went. Six months pass, two new healthy relationships bloom, I'm in Seattle every other weekend, and that part of us is far from our mind. My cousin I was staying with (We'll call her Dunny) started dating this **** of a coke head who pretty much wanted me out of the apartment. At the same exact time, my cousin (He'll be called Jev) was trying to get some legs in Portland so he was staying with me. He was mine, and Seal's age, and we all had a strong friendship triangle that dates back pretty far. We all (including Seal) were getting pushed out our own front doors by different people, so we worked damn hard so we could share an apartment in the same building.
About a month before we all left our old apartments is when I made my big mistake. Halloween was coming up and I had learned about one man hide and seek. In hindsight, this whole ritual is absolutely basic necromancy. To take control of the dead. And, that's exactly what I did.
Here's what I used:
Me and Jev were alone in the house, with Dunny's two dogs tied up in her room. It was past midnight, and the game is meant to be played between midnight and three in the morning. This was also halloween night. I chose the best day to play the worst game. Pretty much the ritual involves you pulling out the stuffing of a doll, filling it with rice, fingernail clippings (yours), and sewing it up with red thread. Rice attracts spirits in Japanese culture, so they're drawn into the doll. The fingernail clippings are said to give life to the doll, but I really think it's something that ties the spirit to you. And the red thread represents the viens and blood of life running through to doll. The rest of the ritual never made sense to me, but it's how you play it so I did it. You drop the doll in the tub and say "Im going to count, you hide". After you do this and the doll obviously doesn't move, you come in, stab the doll with a knife, and release the spirit to find you. You also need all the lights off, and your TV on. Jev was pretty frightened. He was down, but he didn't want to take too much part in it. So I planned on doing this on my own. Immediately after I released the spirit from the doll, my tv makes this weird noise, like it's being turned off and on. I hear Jev scream "Alex, STOP PLAYING THIS GAME!", and the dogs are barking after all the commotion. Jev bolts from my room into the hallway where he sees me standing with this "wuttheactual****"-dumbfoundedly-scared-look on my face. Dunny's dogs are going insane, trying to attack the doll in my hands and I have no clue what to do. So I end the game (incorrectly).
That was enough. No more, the end. I started sticking to /x/ for all my paranormal thrills. I had had enough personal experience for a while. The trio of little witches move in together and right off the bat, **** isn't right. We knew the apartment we were moving into has had complaints about being haunted in the past, but nothing really prepares you for undefinable illogical happenings RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. The new apartment was too small for us, but we didn't have much of a choice, and we all don't mind the close quarters really. Every room was everyone's room, and we all had our own spaces to sleep in, so it worked out. My bed fit perfectly in this cool walkin in closet. I had all my posters up in there, some room to put my video games in, and a sweet black light. It ended up being a pretty sweet room. Jev took one room's hideaway bed, and Seal took the other. I was helping Seal unpack when the first incident happened. We were having a normal conversation in her room, when out of the corner of our eyes we see a box of shoes, shake. Rapidly. It wasn't just me. We both just looked at eachother like "What... the actual ****?!". A few months down the road me and Jev were home alone while Seal was with her Boyfriend. It was a drinking night, and we had both taken our first shot in the kitchen. We sit our shot glasses down, and kind of just zone out, and let the booze soak in. And not more then two feet from us, we watch this red hand towel we had kept out in case of drunken spillage floats up into the air. As if someone was to hold it between their pointer and thumb. After a few seconds, boom. Just falls to the counter.
It's funny, in these types of situations you can't almost help but laugh out of nervousness and mild excitment. And we just looked at one another like we were kids again about to get in big trouble, but you just couldn't help but giggle. I just said "I wasn't the only one who saw that right?.." and he giggles and says "n-no!". We mutually decide to just drink and not think about it. Well, me and my boyfriend break up about three months after this, and we were together for eight months. My longest relationship, first love, ****ed me up rull bad. I end up staying home in my hometown for the summer (Where I currently am). The months before the break up, all paranormal **** seemed to have died down. In the weed closet (A closet with a window in it we've desginated smoking to) we've heard clothes being shuffled on the rack, but nothing too crazy. We've all came to the conclusion that whatever it is living in the house takes residence in the closet. We also think our copious amounts of smoking only adds fuel to the paranormal flames. I recently went back to my aparment for the weekend a few weeks ago, to catch up with my best friends. My third best friend Tiller lives down here, but her and I are on edge with eachother recently, and I just miss Jev and Seal. Plus, one of my exes wanted to hang so I wanted to get some nookie. They had recently gotten two kittens, Louis and Gaia.
My roommate tells me that whatever dwells in the closet is becoming extremely more... real. Jev tells me that one afternoon, him, the cats, and Seal were sitting in the living room just having a good old time talking on the couch. All of the sudden they hear the closet door slam open. Both of them grab their respective kittens, and hold on in sheer terror. "THUD"... "THUD".... "THUD".... "THUD".. they hear go from the closet to the door that leads to the living room. At this point they're bundled into eachothers arms, tearing up out of pure, primeval fear. In this moment they hear crunching.. this THING is eating the cats food.. and as soon as this happens Gaia leaps from Jev's hands and pounces at the door. The thing stops eating, RUNS (thudding back) to the closet and SLAMS the door behind it.
I was in utter fear. I don't know why or how this could have happened. Was it the game I played that halloween? Has it always been there? Did I do this? I have come to the conclusion that it's not my doing, because that spirit/demon is/would be connected TO ME because of the game. I've also been battling a mysterious shadow figure semi-frequently at night lately. All of it happens during sleep paralysis episodes. (Something I've suffered from for many years) Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but usually the episodes are of various things. Aliens, demons, angels, ghosts. Ect. Lately, it's always this shadow being I'm struggling to defeat. I have a feeling if whatever I released on halloween is interested in me, IF it's still around at all. The entity in my apartment is a completely seperate thing.
I went back to my apartment last weekend to hear this final incedent I have to report to you. Jev was sleeping in his room with the cats, home alone. When he hears this evil laugh, come from the kitchen. Him and the cats both look over towards it, and a second later... CRASH! a glass smashed to the floor.
At this point I've gotten back into magic. I'm looking to strengthen my positive energy, and keep a strong front for my apartment when I move back there in a few weeks. Meditation, circle casting, and getting in touch with various dieties are a few of the things I'm trying to do to ready myself for the inevitable 2- 8 months I know I'll be in that apartment. None of us know our next move in life, which is a major reason why we're still there. And, it's a convenient location.
