10 Sept 2012

Ouija documentation project


Today is 6 of June 2006. We are all now gathered at this house to make an experiment as homework, that was provided by our English teacher. The house we’re at is on Granicerilor Street in the small town called Baia Mare. Country: Romania. We have 7 days to finish this task.
Our goal is to prove that ghosts exist. We are four people participating in this project:
1st: Mihaela Rogojan
2nd: Cristina Pop
3rd: Ana Nicolae
4th: Nicoleta Stan
This place belongs to me, the leader of the group, Mihaela Rogojan. It is a house we don’t usually use unless we are renovating the other one. It used to be leased but the previous tenants moved away a month ago.
Day I:
While placing our hands together on the planchette there were no sign of anything out of the ordinary. We stayed for three hours trying to call on someone from the other world. Conclusion: 1st day failure to prove existence of spirits.
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Day II:
Still nothing out of the ordinary happened. We stayed 5 hours trying. Conclusion: 2nd day failure to prove existence of spirits.
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Today was the first day something could be interpreted as anything supernatural happening. The planchette moved as a sign that something or someone was successfully summoned. Then we started asking questions but he or she stayed quiet. All of a sudden, after about an hour, the board shook violently until we all got our hands off of it. We called it quits for today. Conclusion: Got some signs but nothing big.
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Day IV:
Today we found out some answers. The spirit summoned was a woman, who died in 1944. According to what she said, she didn’t die of natural causes. She was married and had a kid named George. Her name is Amalia.
The questions and answers were as follow (going to spell the answers as on the board):
Are you there?
YES
What is your name?
A+M+A+L+I+A
Are you dead?
YES
When did you die?
1+9+4+4
Why did you die?
(no response)
How old were you?
2+5
Were you single?
NO
Did you have kids?
YES
How many?
O+N+E
Do you remember his name?
YES
What was it?
G+E+O+R+G+E
That was all for now. Thank you!
Day V:
I don’t know what happened! Everything was going great until Amalia suddenly got angry. We tried to sooth her but in vain. It’s still raining outside and we can’t get out. All the windows and doors are locked. I don’t know how or why she’s doing this. Our cell phones are out of signal and we are the only ones in this house. It is now 8 PM. We decided to give it another try and find out why she is doing this.
What happened?
Y+O+U
Did we offend you?
Y+O+U
How can we make it up to you?
Y+O+U
No matter what we ask. It’s the same answer.
Little time has passed and the board started moving by itself. It was only one word it spelled over and over again. It was a name. My name: M+I+H+A+E+L+A
Suddenly all the lights went out and powerful knocking was heard at both the door and the window at the same time. It was dark inside and outside. We could still hear the planchette moving on the board. Lighting and thunder was being heard from outside and it was just  adding to the terror we were all feeling.
Nevertheless I think I was the most petrified. Why my name? Was it because the house was mine? Does she have any connection to this place?
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Day VI:
It’s now past 1 AM. The board stopped moving and the knocking ceased. Outside the violent storm is still making a ruckus. We are all on the one bed there is, embracing each other tightly. Nothing happened since then…except...I had a very bizarre dream. I was just a small child in the dream, around 5 years old. And there was a little boy playing with me. He was older and had contrasting blue eyes and crimson color hair. I noticed that he followed me everywhere but nobody said anything about him. Was he a relative? Wouldn’t I have remembered him, with such egregious features? I know his name, but I can’t clearly remember it. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Maybe the dream was induced by the strenuous atmosphere. The girls can’t seem to take it anymore either. Ana already fainted once, Nicoleta is on the verge of a mental breakdown and Cristina can’t stop crying. We are currently waiting for the sun to rise.
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I can’t believe what happened. The things were starting to look better regarding our situation, Amalia was no longer mad. Or at least that was what we thought. Nevertheless as soon as we attempted to leave the room, the knocking began again, even more violent than before. We didn’t answer. Then, as surrounding us, we heard whispers coming from every corner of the room. Each of our names was said 9 times. Or at least from what I counted. But I can’t say for sure. Even though it’s already 1 PM, it’s still pretty dark inside the room. The storm was still raging wild outside but now it was only whips of rain drops powered by the restless bursts of wind.
It’s now 4 PM. I just got signal on my cellular and I phoned my father to come get us. Hopefully everything will be okay from now on. Now only if I could find o.............



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Already two weeks passed. Today is the 27 of June. We are all safe. Sometimes I can’t believe something really happened. The only thing which is disturbing now is the blackout we all had. We can’t remember anything that happened in the 7 days we were there. Apparently mother only got the phone call on 13th of June, the 7th day of our project. But it clearly states that it was on the 12th that I called.
I researched the spirit we encountered. I am now unwilling to call her by her name. I did found some testimonials about her. But she wasn’t even from this town. She was from a town called Tulcea, which is in the South-East of the country while we are in the North. She was a nurse in the World War II. She indeed had a son named George and ironically she died by the very hands of her beloved son. He was wounded on the battlefield and when he was sent back he had already lost a leg. Apparently the operation took place with his mother beside him. Blaming her for the lost, he one day slashed her neck with a kitchen knife. Also what greatly bothered me was that the same man was the last tenant we had at the apartment. When I asked my parents about that family I found out the father committed suicide in the apartment. The reason is still unknown. Apparently it was in the same room where we gathered. I might have a hunch as just why he felt that he had nowhere else to go.
Regarding the dream, it wasn’t as I thought.That boy has another story behind him.
This concludes this documentation paper regarding the existence of spiritual beings. I will leave this in your hands, you may use it however you want.