Things You Can Find In The Closet
When Cleaning a Friend's House
The other evening I was on a de-cluttering rampage in Doug’s house and flung open the hall closet door. I had decided hence forth we would hang our coats there, but it was filled with toilet paper, old jackets, and shelf full of vintage board games. How many times had I looked at it, wondering what to do, and not seen it? Suddenly I screamed: “Doug there is a FRIGGIN OUIJA BOARD IN THIS CLOSET!” I couldn’t stop hollering as if I’d seen a mouse. “No WONDER we have had so many problems! Help me get it out of here Doug!”
He stood looking too alarmed to say anything, not at the Ouija Board but my reaction.
How many times did I say the house felt cursed? Now I felt sure this was why. I wanted him to share in my sense of urgency.
Doug stood wide eyed, probably afraid to say anything in the state I was in.
”Probably my brother got it.”
(Their father was a Lutheran Minster.)
I climbed up on a chair and pulled it out from the bottom of the pile.
I photographed both sides before I charged down to the garbage bin in my sock feet and shoved it in there. This object made me really angry.
Never play with these things. All joking aside.
I don’t know why but they are portals for curses.
William Fuld was a presbyterian[1] and became a member of the Baltimore General Assembly in 1924. On February 24, 1927, Fuld climbed to the roof of his three-story factory to supervise the installation of a flagpole. When the rail against which he was leaning gave way, Fuld fell to the ground below. While being transported, a fractured rib pierced his heart and William Fuld died at the hospital.
—Wikipedia
We'll be ok, It went out to the CURB.
One was given to me as a pre-teen at a Christmas party a group my parents belonged to. I was so disappointed and would have traded it for anyone else's gift (they were decided by age group). My siblings took to using it, even trying to tell me 'answers' they got when asking questions about me. Yuk!!
When I had my spiritual awakening, I knew there were things to clear out of my possessions; that was one, and I couldn't wait to get rid of it. We had a fireplace, that we used a lot. No one else was home, I started the fire, put a bunch of stupid books and games in and when the fire was going at a decent clip I threw the demon board in.... The fire amplified explosively! I thought the house was gong to incinerate. The flames color changed to hues I had never seen in a fire prior to that.
Fortunately the house didn't burn down and best of all, I felt a real sense of relief that it was nothing more than ashes when the fire was done. It is not anything I would pass on to anyone else.
I understand your view and reaction to it Celia.