My college roommate and I were living the bachlorette life back then. We were both working and dating full time and going to our college classes in between. She worked at a local privately owned toy store in an upscale neighborhood (and I DO NOT mean ADULT toy store!) Store policy allowed her to bring home board games on loan to learn them so she could better expalin them (and therefore sell them) to customers. Of course, one weekend she brought home a ouija board. Well, it sat on our coffee table..untouched...until one night we had a double date with brothers. After dinner and drinks we had invited them back to our apartment for more drinks (the night was still young...in other words, we beat the morning newspaper home). So we lit a few candles, put on some popular music, kicked off our shoes and got comfortable. One of the guys asked about the ouija board and thought it would be a good idea to try it. No sooner did he touch the box to open it, then I felt a pressure against my back pushing me to bend forward. AS the tears ran down my face as I struggled to sit upright, my roommate gasped. She could not see the wall 6 inches behind me! It was as if a void had opened up and no light could enter or escape. This is despite the candle we had hanging from the ceiling in the corner above me and the several candles spaced throughout the room. She quickly told my date to let go of the board. She put it away, changed the music ( I don't remember to what but it was something we both frequently used to meditate), and brought all the candles in the apartment into the living room to be lit. Eventually I was able to straighten all the way in my chair and she could see the wall behind me. As soon as we felt "safe" again, we ushered our dates out of our apartment and that was the last we ever saw of them. We went to a local late night restaurant (no not Denny's, a little meditteranean place on campus) to get our wits around usand discuss what had just happened to us. The sun was coming up when we finally got home and the newspaper had definately beaten us to the front porch step. How it changed my life:Since that time, I almost feel "cut off" from the sensitivity I once had for "spiritual occurances". This hadn't been the first time but it has been almost ten years and the closest I come these days to "paranormal" activity is knowing when a family member is home or if they are ringing me on the phone. I feel it has desensitized me a great deal. Possibly as a safety mechanism of my own. I also believe that at some time I may again be open to this part of myself but, obviously, not right now.
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