Played with a Quija 16 years ago..

So I just want to come here and vent because I never considered this until recently, but my husband and I have always dealt with weird instances that are unexplainable. Sixteen years ago one of my old friends loved playing with a Quija board and talked me into playing with her one night, and we played for maybe ten minutes before it fully spooked me. So for example, my grandma nicknamed me “Wewe” and nobody in that room knew that, when it spelled that out the others in the room were just confused, but I then came out and said my grandma who had just passed away use to call me that.. I took myself out from the circle and I have never touched one again since.

Our first apartment was the beginning of our weird journey. One time we got home and every bottom cabinet in our kitchen was open but the cash we had stashed on our counter in a coffee can (with no lid) was there. I had closet with mirror doors and I use to clean it regularly, one day I noticed baby hand prints and no kids had ever been in our apartment.. We’d be in the living room and then we’d hear our clothes hangers move on the rod, and our neighbor worked evening shift at the bowling alley so we knew it wasn’t coming from his place (he lived alone). My husband mom came over to stay with us one night and she slept on our sectional, so me being a punany, I found myself on the other side of the sectional, and she said a little girl ghost came out into the hallway from my bedroom saying “Mommy come to bed.” I had a miscarriage less than a year before that happened. Which okay, that could explain the child fingerprints, and the clothes in the closet moving around, maybe that’s where the little girl felt safe?

When we moved into our first house we never dealt with these issues.

When we bought our second house things got WEIRD. My kids were so young and their toys would make noise in the middle of the night. My babysitter always told me she felt *uneasy* when it got dark outside, she said our house just felt spooky once nightfall came. Well one of my good friends offered to babysit and then she said the same thing. When I got home she was telling me about the things that happened while we were gone. And while we were standing in my dining room talking about it she told me she felt like it wasn’t a *good* ghost the light bulbs in my ceiling fan SHATTERED in that exact moment. And he worked night shift at this time and I was use to the weird stuff happening.

So for example our door was a lock with a keypad, after he’d go to work I’d be laying in bed and all of a sudden the buttons would start to go off as if someone was trying to come inside. My ceiling fan had a remote but i usually kept the light switch off because I had nightstands with lamps, but the ceiling fan light would randomly turn on and off. We had just renovated our bathroom and when we cane home from a trip our bathroom sink had been left running and the towel we use for drying our hands off was where the drain was and overflowed the bathroom, which led us to another bathroom renovation. But the worst part was I kept a rocking chair in the playroom and it would move on it’s on, but one day I was walking by and I SWEAR I saw a man sitting in it, and this bedroom didn’t have any windows so when I turned on the light it was empty.. I mean I have story after story, I could go on and on, but you get the gist..

Here is where things get weirder. Now we live in the middle of the woods. When we first moved out here I went and introduced myself to the neighbors and my husband ALWAYS whistles at me for my attention, and when I was waaaay over there with the neighbors I heard a whistle, we all did, and I jokingly said that it was getting dark and that’s his way of telling me to get my butt home. Well fun fact, it wasn’t him, when I got up to the house and told him that I heard his whistle and came home he looked confused, which honestly I figured he was messing with me. I thought he was just saying no to scare me. Until it happened again, I was down at the pasture and it was getting dark and I heard a whistle so I walked up to the house and again, he says it wasn’t him. That night my youngest screamed and cried, he claimed a tall black figure was crouched on our counter looking at me and he was terrified. There are still weird things that happen, but my kid hadn’t seen the figure anymore until last night. Now it’s getting to be bedtime and he is telling me he’s worried about me because he thinks the scary monster wants me 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴😘

And I want to add, I believe in God. I pray. I am not a church pew Christian but over the last few years we’ve found ourselves following His word a lot more. Well I just sat down and a conversation with my husband and I told him that I feel like sometimes it’s like a dark presence is around, and I feel like maybe it’s the same thing that’s been messing with me all these years. I was watching a video just a little bit ago and a guy said a demonic entity had attached itself to him after playing a Quija board and similar experiences had happened.

What do you do in this situation?