From the spirit world...my Ouija board experience

My  introduction into the spirit world came early in my childhood...I had always been somewhat intuitive...but it was when I was 13 that it really kicked-in (another story for another time)...and from that point on, I developed an interest in the supernatural. However, it's remained an interest in learning about, but not dabbling in. Not until I was introduced to the Ouija board in the mid-80s. 

I don't recall how we came to having the Ouija board other than someone had given it to one of the kids, but I had already had a vague feeling that it was not "just a game" and decided not to let the kids touch it. During a conversation with a neighbor lady, I had mentioned it and she wanted me to bring it out, she said that she had used one before and that it was fun...and harmless.

I have always been a skeptic...and this time was no different. As we placed our finger-tips on the planchette, she began asking it random, generic questions...similar to 'am I ever going to be rich', etc. The planchette began spelling out words, and I felt like she was deliberately moving the planchette...so I wasn't satisfied with the way the session went. Maybe I was a little disappointed, who knows!

Later that evening, I decided to brave the unknown and took the Ouija board up into my bedroom and shut the door to keep the kids and the husband out...I wanted complete quiet and privacy to do my 'test' on the board.

With candle lit and the room somewhat darkened, I began...first asking it my own generic questions: 'will I ever author a book?', and a few more in which the answers always came back as a "yes".

Then the planchette started moving on its own under my finger-tips...and began to spell out the words "help me", "help me". By now, cold chills were coursing through my body, and goosebumps covered my skin.

I asked the board if it was my mother...to which it spelled out "no". I asked the board who it was then, and it began spelling out a name...something very similar to "IROD". Then the planchette started moving again spelling out "help me" a couple of more times before I asked who it was. It replied with "spirit".

That did it, I shoved the board and the planchette back into the box, blew out the candle and ran back downstairs to be with my family. I asked my husband the next day to burn the board...and he tried. It wouldn't burn. He left it in the smoldering fire barrel and we pretty much forgot about it for a couple of days.

I happened to go into the dining room closet and there on the shelf, sat the Ouija board...in the box...and there wasn't a burn mark on it! I was so frightened! 

This was too much for me to understand or cope with...so I placed it in a garbage bag and we got rid of the thing that way. It never materialized again...thankfully.

I did a quick search on the web to see what I could find regarding the name "Irod" and I found the reference to a demon in Slavic mythology called initially "Chort", but who was also known in the Ukraine as "Irod".

In folk Christianity, he is known as a minion of Satan.

Coincidence?   I don't think so...I really feel that had I not stopped when I did, I would have opened a gate to a place of great evil.