On March 12, 2008 I received an e-mail from Emma about an interesting ouija board experience:


My name is Emma, and very reccently I've had another experience with a Ouija Board. I used to be a skeptic until last year when my friends and I contacted a spirit through a ouija board who warned me about an ex-boyfriend who had been stalking me for about two months. Anyway here's my story:

Just last week was my first ever time being a camp counselor at the local camp, Camp Auburn. This was the very same camp I had gone to as a fifth grader (I'm now a junior in high school). I remebered that at fifth grade camp there had been this ghost story that had been twisted through the years about Oscar, the original caretaker of the camp. At the time I'd been so scared that I hadn't been able to sleep. Though as a junior in high school, I figured that the story was fake...but I was also thinking wouldn't I be the coolest counselor if I brought a ouija board so we could contact Oscar!

Well, I did some research on Oscar and Camp Auburn because I had wanted to move the marker around myself to scare the pants off my kids. During my research I found out that the camp had opened in the 1950's, that Oscar often took a latern out in a canoe to find any canoes that had blown into the marsh by the wind, and that Oscar had drowned, but he had also been shot with an arrow. Further research told me that there had also been a small archery range by the lake. This I found very intriguing.

So finally the first night of camp came and me and my kids (five girls) sat in the middle of the room with the ouija board. I really wanted them to believe what the board said, so I took out some candles and said invocations for protection and sacred space. The first night we used the ouija board I had planned on not moving the marker to make the second night when I would move it seem even creepier. I soon found out that the spirit of Oscar didn't agree with me on that.

A short red-headed girl named Sarah asked the first question, "Is anyone here with us?" We waited only two or three minutes until the marker began moving.

The marker began moving very slowly and seemed to glide across the board until it came to "yes." All the girls began freaking out and I was among them.

Next to ask a question was Rayissa, "What is your name?"

The marker moved from O to S to C to A and finally to R. I couldn't believe it! I hadn't told anyone the name of the ghost I had intended to come in contact with.

"How old are you?" the next girl asked.

The board replied slower this time, as if the spirit couldn't remember. The marker moved in the middle of the board and formed a question mark. The girl who had asked the question, Jade, restated her question after saying, "My mother is really spiritual and she says that ghosts often forget how old they were or are. So you need to ask them how old they were when they died."

"37," the board answered when Jade asked how old Oscar was when he died. Now things were really starting to freak me out! In the research I did it said Oscar had died at age 37 and no one could've known that!

It was then Ashely's turn. She asked Oscar whether or not he was a good spirit or a bad spirit. "Good" was the answer.

Next was Kim's turn. She asked Oscar if his death was an accident. "Yes" was his reply. By now my heart beat had increased an alarming rate! The obituary had called the death an accident!

Now it was my turn to ask a question, "How did you die Oscar?" I asked with wide eyes and a dry mouth. Now I think I waited the longest I've ever had in my life, it was probably only twenty minutes until the board responded, but I was so creeped out and my heart was beating so fast it seemed like an eternity. Finally the board began to, slowly at first, but with increasing speed, spelled out this:

"It was a foggy night and the clouds suggested a windstorm, but like everynight I need to check for boats being blown into the marsh. I took my oil latern and got into a canoe and began paddling. I found one canoe in the marsh and tied it to my own. Then I began paddling across the lake to the other marsh area. When I got to the middle of the lake the wind really began picking up and the canoe was rocking violently. It was dark and I thought all the kids had gone to bed, but I guess I was wrong. I heard a whirring noise in the air and then I felt a stabbing pain in the left side of my chest, below my ribcage. There must of been someone on the archery range because I had been hit with an arrow. I think because of the windstorm the arrow was blown off it's course and hit me instead of it's target. In what seemed like no time at all the waves really picked up and my canoe capiszed. I scrambled to the top of the upturned canoe despite my injuries and slipped head first back into the water between the two canoes, at the same time I feel through the canoes were pushed together by a wave and my leg was caught. That night I drowned under the boats."

It had taken maybe two or two and half hours for the whole story to be spelled out and I remember shaking under a sleeping bag with Jade. Jade and I exchaged a look that said we believed this was real and we were scared. I told all the other girls that it was time for bed if they wanted to go on the hike tomorrow, and Jade said the invocation for closing the sacred space and the connection before we blew the candles out.

This weekend I'll be back at camp and I think I'll try and contact Oscar again. Even though I was frightened by the experience, I want to share the spirit world other people and I really want to try and help Oscar move on to a new life.

Wish me luck!

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