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About six weeks ago I was at my friend Doug's. He was at work at the time, so we were chilling there waiting for him to come back. The girls had played on a Ouija board earlier that day, and appeared rather shaken up. Seeing this, two friends and I somehow managed to talk the girls into participating again. We wanted to feel the buzz they were feeling. We started to play and said some chants before we continued. For about half an hour, one of my friends thought it funny to screw it up (by talking and pushing the glass around when he shouldn't). We think it was because he was scared of what might happen. But then again, that's the buzz. We kicked him off of the board and started again.

We all placed our finger on the Ouija board and asked if anybody was there. After about five minutes, the glass slowly started to grind to yes. It finally highlighted the word yes, and slowly grinded back to the center. We then asked who he or she was. It started toward the word open, got there, then moved back toward the middle. We asked the same question three times after that, and at conclusion, it spelled out the words "open you give". We were confused and shortly after this questions weird things started to happen.

The computer started booting and rebooting so fast it was impossible. There is no computer, which I have seen in my life, which can boot up and shut down then reboot again 10 times within the spacing of 5 seconds. The light started to flicker slightly and gradually increased its intensity. Also, a bowl on the table started to grind around very slowly on its own. Observing this, I started to feel the buzz. The girls however, were getting scared, and wanted to leave. They said that this didn't happen when they played it.

Now the next bit that happened is the bit that scared me...

Kylie, the girl friend of my mate, owns a dog. It's a foxy so it's a rather small dog, not capable of much damage. This dog is a very friendly dog. I have, in fact, never even seen it bark at anyone in anything less than a playful tone. His tail was always wagging. However, the dog was acting unusual. It was pacing quickly up and down the hallway in the midst of what was happening. Then all of a sudden, very quickly and violently, went to attack Kylie's neck (the owner of the dog). He succeeded then proceeded to pace.

At this point, I knew something was wrong. We all wanted to leave so we asked if he or she would grant us permission to leave. It answered with what I expected. "No." We asked again, and pleaded, and once again it said "No." So we tried another tact. We asked if we could leave, one by one, asking for people to leave at individual turns. It agreed. One by one it let us go. Except for one person. My mate Luke. He asked to leave, and it said no three times. On the fourth time it said wait. He asked a fifth time, and it very slowly grinded half way to yes. There it paused for five minutes and eventually moved to yes.

About four or five seconds after this, one of the girls screamed and said there was something in my friends traveling bus. It was dark, but you could still see something moving inside the bus, due to the street light shining through the windows on the other side of the bus. Knowing everything that I had previously witnessed, I believed them, and we all avoided the bus. I could sense a very strong, uneven presence, focused at me every time I looked at the traveling bus. I ceased to look at the bus because I did not like the feeling.

One of the girls, about ten minutes after that, said they saw something head into the reserve behind my friends house rather quickly. I have to cross the reserve to get home. It was about 12am. Not knowing whether it really was something evil or good (or even maybe a cat or dog), I decided to use my friends bike to ride the long way home. I was taking the streets because I felt a bit more safe that way. I still had a very scary, unsafe, feeling and felt like something was following me the whole way home. I was moving very quick, as you could imagine, so what ever I thought was following me would have had to really shift to keep up.

I got home really scared, and went to bed with the light on. I still felt an uneven presence, so I said a prayer. After this I felt the presence lift and was able to fall asleep.

The next morning the weird stuff started to happen. I woke up to get ready for school, and the radio switched itself on. It flicked rapidly through radio stations, and loudly and clearly I heard "Do you feel like something evil is about to happen to you? Well, it just might". Then nothing, just static. It was one of those really cheesy advertising voices that make you want to punch the guy in the face, but it scared the Hell out of me.

I then went to the shower. I turned on the radio in the shower to experiment with what had just happened. I turned it on. Nothing but static. I moved my hand toward the radio, and the second I touched it, it worked. I took my hand away, and static. Place my hand back up on the radio, it worked, and so on. I didn't really mind at the moment, because I found that interesting. I played it off to something scientific or something like that.

A few other weird things have happened to me, but nothing that couldn't be proved scientifically. But something happened to me about two weeks ago.

I told my dad about everything that happened. He told me things are going to get weirder and scarier, but he will help me and protect me.

The following night, at roughly two or three in the morning, I was lying down in bed not able to get to sleep. Outside my door is material going down the hallway, to line the floor and to prevent the white carpet from getting dirty. At the bottom of my bedroom door there it a small piece of material. It rests on the outside. It slightly dims the light that comes under the door, but you can still see the light under the door. When someone walks past my door, I can see it if the lights are off in the room, because the shadow moves past the door, blocking the light temporarily. I was laying down, staring in that general direction, and I heard some weird sounds. I stared directly at the bottom of the door to see if anyone was there. I didn't expect anything. But three or four seconds after the sounds, a shadow moved past the door, and the light coming through the door increased greatly.

I walked over to my door absolutely dreading it, but I needed confirmation that this wasn't normal. I knew there was definitely something in my hallway because the material was scuffed. Which is why the light coming through the bottom of the door increased. I knew something really was there. The other scary thing, that I forgot to mention, was that it paused for a second right outside my bedroom door. Then continued.

I walked to my sisters bedroom and she was out cold. I checked by shaking her. She still didn't wake up, so I was satisfied with that, and continued to my dad's room. I opened the door and checked if he was asleep. He was too. I needed to wake him up and tell him what had just happened. I did this, but with difficulty.

We then searched the house intensely. I had a meat cleaver because, once again, I felt that same scary, uneven presence. We found nothing, but I knew there was something there. And IT knew which bedroom was mine.

Thankfully, I have not yet had anymore encounters. From my observations, I have found that each encounter has been more intense than the last. I am dreading the fact that I might actually come face to face with what ever it is. I will not back down, though, because I believe that if I run, it will just follow me.

Please comment on what you think this might be.