My doodles in the complete poetry of Edgar Allan Poe
Okay, so i got it when i was around 12 with my bestfriend at the time at a toy store and i’d bring to to sleepovers and stuff and we’d ask it stuff like ‘who does ___ like’ or ‘whos my next boyfriend’ like stupid things you know? and i never saw any harm in it, i always assumed someone moved the board pointer so i was never scared of it.
When I was 14ish (i think) I brought it to a friends house and there were 5 of us there, we were in the basement (the house was kinda old js) and it wasnt really finished exept the room we were sleeping in so it made it more creepy. We turnt off all the lights and lit a few candles to make it spookier or whatever and started asking questions. we began asking stupid things like i mentioned before, and then we started asking it stuff to make sure it was the real thing. For example, someone would take their hands off the pointer and ask a question only they would know, no one else. and it would spell out the right answer and everything. I asked what my grandmothers maiden name was and it spelt it out perfectly.
Then we started asking it stuff that we really shouldnt have. We asked how old the person (or thing) on the other side was, its name, where it was from, how they died ect. Sometimes it wouldnt move but it did say it was a 5 year old boy who died in a fire. My friend Katie (the girls house we were staying at) said her house had been around awhile and you never know who died there or what the history was. We shrugged it off, what harm could a young child do right? But that definitely wasnt the case we then proceeded to ask what his name was. it replied “V-a-l-a-c”. At first we didnt think it was a name since we’d never heard of anything like it, so my friend Chelsea went on her laptop and googled the name since it could have been a translation for something or a miss-spelling.
shit got really serious when she found this;
and suddenly the ouija board wasnt just board game anymore, we were scared now; we ran upstairs to the main floor all screaming and crying (we’re wimps i know) & we were all really tired since it was at 3am, everyone kept saying they saw shadows and stuff like that on our way up but idk it was probably hallucinations because we were tired and scared.
so yeah then we went to her living room and stayed there and literally refused to go down in the basement untill daylight and slept upstairs, and thats not it. In the morning Katie told us she dreamt she was in an empty room with nothing but a mirror, and the entire time she was just looking in a mirror, with a little boy behind her with had dark curly hair, that only appeared when she looked in it. That freaked me out a lot since apparently the Valac demon disguises himself as a young boy with dark curly hair. she kept having dreams like this andmore but i forget her tumblr is buttfucklarry if you wanna know more, she even went to a priest and stuff to ask what she should do
it doesnt sound like super bad as i say it is but when it happens to you its pretty scary because then you know you’ve crossed a line and things like that are real.
pls dont use ouija boards my friends
hello hi, I’m one of the girls who was there that night and i wanted to add a few things that Vanessa forgot.
So what put the whole idea of doing the ouija board in our heads was our friend Jayda (realaustincarlile.tumblr.com) bought this rock at Value Village
As you can see it is really creepy looking and so hey what better idea than to do an ouija board with it, right?? lol SO WRONG.
So while we were doing the ouija board we had this rock out on the table with us and after all that stuff that Vanessa said happened and we ran upstairs screaming and crying, Katie took the rock and threw it outside and she said she saw it hit the pavement and saw it break. So the next morning we go outside to see if it was still there and it was, but it wasn’t broken on the road like we thought it was, it was sitting perfectly fine with no damage done to it at all sitting on the grass. After we saw that we freaked out again and got a hammer and smashed it into a bunch of pieces and then dropped it into the sewer.
So all this happened in November of 2012, so by now we thought we were done with all this Valac nonsense and we figured it was just us being over tired and not thinking straight. But, this December, a few days after Christmas, the 5 of us all went to Vanessa’s house to have our little Christmas and to sleepover. So we all went on omegle because why not? So we were on there on the ‘emo’ tag because it was funny watching all these people get mad at us for being on there because we aren’t ‘emo’. So it was all fun until we got this one guy and I told Katie to type ‘I did it for the lolz’ 3 times as a joke, because it was from the movie ‘Smiley’ with Shane Dawson. So I thought it would be funny and we would just laugh about it. Until, he replied with this..
And there was literally no way this stranger on omegle could have known about Valac and so as soon as he said this I grabbed the laptop and disconnected as fast as I could because it was fucking creepy.
To this day I’ll probably never do an ouija board and when I have kids I’m going to tell them this story so they never do it either. This really fucked me up and I reaaally hope none of you joke around with an ouija board because you will probably regret it.
i was there for this, i’m the chelsea. seriously, don’t be a dumb teenager and fuck with a rock and a ouija board unless you can handle it. i still cant look at a ouija board without wanting to be sick.
"in her suicide note" k.p.k
That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.—Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection (via 09994)
Cause of death: Defending pop punk and saving rock and roll.
do you ever type a long rant and then at the end of it you select all of it and delete it because no one cares
nothing makes me more sad and mad than seeing the nicest people being treated like crap