True Ghost Stories
Hilda
By: Stephanie Rector 2013©
Part 1
It started out like any normal Saturday night, your typical teenage girls night sleepover. A group
of girls who not only wanted to have fun, but dabble into the paranormal. It wasn't out of the
ordinary since all four of us had been open and accepting of the supernatural plains. But what
happened that night definitely had us spooked like never before.
We had played with the Ouija board many times before, and had plenty of sessions talking with
and to numerous seemingly harmless spirits, but that night we unleashed a frightening evil. I
had started it out by setting up a few white candles as the rest of the girls set up the Ouija board
and got into a circle. I sat down and we began..
We all put our forefingers on the planchette, and Trisha started. "Is anybody there" she calmly
asks. clearly the most typical question to ask. However, we wait for an answer. A minute
passes, and she asks again. This time however, the dial starts to slowly move. we all look up at
each other with excitement, knowing we have finally reached someone as it hovers over to the
YES on the board.
Next to question is Stacie, enthusiastic as ever "What's your name?" she exclaims. And within
a few moments it begins to shift across the board once more. H - I - L - D- A. It spells out Hilda.
The next few minutes roll by, as we continue with series of questions. Amanda questions Hilda
on her Age? TWENTY SIX. Trisha following with If she had any children? At which the planchette
stayed completely still, avoiding answering we all assumed. So I continued with the one burning
question of course "Hilda, how did you die? ... after a few seconds the pointer slowly starts to
move. MURDERED. was her only response. We tried grilling her a little further on how exactly
she was murdered, but she would only direct the dial over to NO. Followed by a NOT NOW. After
exhausting energy on questioning this 'Hilda' spirit, I inquire her on what it is she wants, and
her purpose for coming through? And with an intense force the pointer starts flying across the
board, Going over the same seven letters over and over again. R-E-V-E-N-G-E!
Officially spooked out Amanda takes her hands off the board, and tries to regain composure.
She collects herself and puts her fingers back on the dial. Stacie, always being the one to
push buttons blurts out "Revenge against the person who murdered you?" Without hesitation
it darts over, YES. "Why?" I exclaim. HE DID THIS! is the first sentence to spell out.. and after a
momentary pause the dial continues to move, IT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF HIM. "Who?" Trisha
insists. JOHNATHAN. again spells out JOHNATHAN. and finally, MY HUSBAND. was the next thing
to trail across the board. Confused as ever we try to get out of her how exactly her husband
was to blame for her murder. I pursued for a direct answer "Was he the one who murdered
you? NO. 'then how is it his fault?' HIS FAULT. THEY KILLED ME. She was avoiding answering
again.
Finally after another five minutes of trying to get answers out of this Hilda spirit, to no avail.
Trisha tries to reason in a sense. "We are here to try and understand what happened to you,
so you may be able to let go of your unfinished business. Without answers,' she pauses for a
moment. ' We cannot help you to move on." The pointer thrusts to the right of the board, NO!
and again spells out, REVENGE. "We are not here to help you harm anyone" I exclaim. HELP.
OR PAY. are the next three words to spell out before the candles start flickering vigorously, as
a cold draft makes its way through the room. Putting us all on edge, and causing each of us
goose bumps through our entire bodies.
"Pay?!?" I raise my voice to show this spirit I mean business. "You will not harm us!" I demand
before taking my fingers off of the Planchette. I Stand up, and explain to Trisha, Amanda and
Stacie that this spirit is getting out of hand, and we need to end this session before things get
worse. And as I start picking up the candles to blow them out, Trisha tells the Hilda Spirit that
she is being hostile and that we don't want to communicate with her any longer. She responds
on the board, FINE. - A pause- THEN YOU WILL PAY. "Oh yeah? Pay how?!" Stacie Antagonizes.
"Stacie, stop egging the spirit on!" I raise my voice to her as I blow out the first candle and pick
up another. And with the three of them still using the board, it starts shifting across the board
again. I stop with the candle in hand, to see what the spirit has to say. TICK TOCK. "What?"
Amanda questions. the dial shifts again. TICK TOCK. -another pause- ON THE CLOCK. I lean in
closer to make sure I'm reading the board correctly. and with that it finishes. CLOCK GOES BOOM!
And instantaneously the candle in my hand explodes through its glass container, shattering into
my hand. cutting it and the wax oozes down my arm.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream. As I run to the bathroom to grab towels. One for my now bloody
and burnt hand, and another to try and sop up the candle wax that dripped onto the floor. As I
make my way back into the room Trisha and Stacie make sure I'm okay. Amanda at this point
has begun wigging out and just keeps repeating herself. "Nope. Nope. Nope! I am DONE!"
and storms out the bedroom. And as Trisha, Stacie and I stand next to each other we witness
the dial start moving on its own, with no one on the board. completely flabbergasted we watch
as it writes out. ONE DOWN. THREE TO GO. And with that, Trisha grabs the board throws it in
the closet, and we all run out of the room. Completely Spooked and refusing to enter the room
again that night.
We spent hours that night going over everything that happened, and even though we were
all too chicken to return to the room. we knew, mostly because we were too curious and the
adrenaline from the experience we had just had, we knew, that wasn't the last time we would
hear from Hilda.
Part 2 coming soon...
By: Stephanie Rector 2013©
Part 1
It started out like any normal Saturday night, your typical teenage girls night sleepover. A group
of girls who not only wanted to have fun, but dabble into the paranormal. It wasn't out of the
ordinary since all four of us had been open and accepting of the supernatural plains. But what
happened that night definitely had us spooked like never before.
We had played with the Ouija board many times before, and had plenty of sessions talking with
and to numerous seemingly harmless spirits, but that night we unleashed a frightening evil. I
had started it out by setting up a few white candles as the rest of the girls set up the Ouija board
and got into a circle. I sat down and we began..
We all put our forefingers on the planchette, and Trisha started. "Is anybody there" she calmly
asks. clearly the most typical question to ask. However, we wait for an answer. A minute
passes, and she asks again. This time however, the dial starts to slowly move. we all look up at
each other with excitement, knowing we have finally reached someone as it hovers over to the
YES on the board.
Next to question is Stacie, enthusiastic as ever "What's your name?" she exclaims. And within
a few moments it begins to shift across the board once more. H - I - L - D- A. It spells out Hilda.
The next few minutes roll by, as we continue with series of questions. Amanda questions Hilda
on her Age? TWENTY SIX. Trisha following with If she had any children? At which the planchette
stayed completely still, avoiding answering we all assumed. So I continued with the one burning
question of course "Hilda, how did you die? ... after a few seconds the pointer slowly starts to
move. MURDERED. was her only response. We tried grilling her a little further on how exactly
she was murdered, but she would only direct the dial over to NO. Followed by a NOT NOW. After
exhausting energy on questioning this 'Hilda' spirit, I inquire her on what it is she wants, and
her purpose for coming through? And with an intense force the pointer starts flying across the
board, Going over the same seven letters over and over again. R-E-V-E-N-G-E!
Officially spooked out Amanda takes her hands off the board, and tries to regain composure.
She collects herself and puts her fingers back on the dial. Stacie, always being the one to
push buttons blurts out "Revenge against the person who murdered you?" Without hesitation
it darts over, YES. "Why?" I exclaim. HE DID THIS! is the first sentence to spell out.. and after a
momentary pause the dial continues to move, IT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF HIM. "Who?" Trisha
insists. JOHNATHAN. again spells out JOHNATHAN. and finally, MY HUSBAND. was the next thing
to trail across the board. Confused as ever we try to get out of her how exactly her husband
was to blame for her murder. I pursued for a direct answer "Was he the one who murdered
you? NO. 'then how is it his fault?' HIS FAULT. THEY KILLED ME. She was avoiding answering
again.
Finally after another five minutes of trying to get answers out of this Hilda spirit, to no avail.
Trisha tries to reason in a sense. "We are here to try and understand what happened to you,
so you may be able to let go of your unfinished business. Without answers,' she pauses for a
moment. ' We cannot help you to move on." The pointer thrusts to the right of the board, NO!
and again spells out, REVENGE. "We are not here to help you harm anyone" I exclaim. HELP.
OR PAY. are the next three words to spell out before the candles start flickering vigorously, as
a cold draft makes its way through the room. Putting us all on edge, and causing each of us
goose bumps through our entire bodies.
"Pay?!?" I raise my voice to show this spirit I mean business. "You will not harm us!" I demand
before taking my fingers off of the Planchette. I Stand up, and explain to Trisha, Amanda and
Stacie that this spirit is getting out of hand, and we need to end this session before things get
worse. And as I start picking up the candles to blow them out, Trisha tells the Hilda Spirit that
she is being hostile and that we don't want to communicate with her any longer. She responds
on the board, FINE. - A pause- THEN YOU WILL PAY. "Oh yeah? Pay how?!" Stacie Antagonizes.
"Stacie, stop egging the spirit on!" I raise my voice to her as I blow out the first candle and pick
up another. And with the three of them still using the board, it starts shifting across the board
again. I stop with the candle in hand, to see what the spirit has to say. TICK TOCK. "What?"
Amanda questions. the dial shifts again. TICK TOCK. -another pause- ON THE CLOCK. I lean in
closer to make sure I'm reading the board correctly. and with that it finishes. CLOCK GOES BOOM!
And instantaneously the candle in my hand explodes through its glass container, shattering into
my hand. cutting it and the wax oozes down my arm.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream. As I run to the bathroom to grab towels. One for my now bloody
and burnt hand, and another to try and sop up the candle wax that dripped onto the floor. As I
make my way back into the room Trisha and Stacie make sure I'm okay. Amanda at this point
has begun wigging out and just keeps repeating herself. "Nope. Nope. Nope! I am DONE!"
and storms out the bedroom. And as Trisha, Stacie and I stand next to each other we witness
the dial start moving on its own, with no one on the board. completely flabbergasted we watch
as it writes out. ONE DOWN. THREE TO GO. And with that, Trisha grabs the board throws it in
the closet, and we all run out of the room. Completely Spooked and refusing to enter the room
again that night.
We spent hours that night going over everything that happened, and even though we were
all too chicken to return to the room. we knew, mostly because we were too curious and the
adrenaline from the experience we had just had, we knew, that wasn't the last time we would
hear from Hilda.
Part 2 coming soon...
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