Welcome to my October Spooktacular Author Spotlight Guest Posts
I’ve had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with D. G. Kaye through her writing and the friendship we’ve developed online. I’m always surprised by how drawn we writers are to each other even though we’ve never met in person. I believe there is something deeply spiritual about reading something another person writes. The bonus is that when you connect with the author’s words, you glimpse a part of their soul.
That’s just how it is for me and D. G. Kaye. I can tell you for a fact, that D. G. Kaye’s latest book will make you reexamine how you feel about your family and yourself. I reviewed her most recent release, P. S. I Forgive You, HERE, on my, A Mindful Journey blog. Check out a sample below:
Today, I have a spooky tale to share from D.G. Kaye. Do you remember when you were a kid and how certain things scared you more than they do now? Or do they still scare you? Take a deep breath and prepare to hear a tale that will give you a spine-tingling scare!
“The Ouija Board”
By D. G. Kaye
Image Credit: Pinterest: TheWitchyThings – Etsy.com
My fascination with the occult and spirits began at a young age. As curious as I was to learn about magic and mysticism, I was also afraid of it and always the skeptic until I had my own encounters with spirit eventually proving to me there is more to life than only the world we exist in. If you haven’t been visited by spirit, it’s sometimes hard to become a believer.
My curiosity for magic and spirit evolved when I was a child. Entranced by TV shows such as Bewitched, and I Dream of Jeannie, I was inspired and fascinated by the phenomena of making things appear and disappear by the twitch of a nose or by folding my arms and blinking as I’d nod my head to make the impossible happen. I’d practice in front of a mirror after watching a new episode, hoping I’d see something move or change, to no avail. And soon to follow in that era of my childhood, I discovered the Ouija Board.
As curious as I was about using my Ouija board, I was apprehensive and afraid of the dark, which I believed from the things I watched on TV, to be a requirement for concentration to call up spirits with a Ouija board. So, I convinced my younger brother to ‘do’ the Ouija board with me for protection, and we went downstairs to the dark den where Pedro resided on the wall to begin my investigation.
The den was decorated in a Spanish theme – black slate furniture, black leather couches, and heavy red drapes always drawn and blocking all signs of sunlight. On one of the walls hung a dark wood-carved portrait of a Matador bust. That room was where our hi-fi stereo was, and my brother and I used to sit in there and listen to music after school.
I was brave when my brother was in there with me, but I was petrified to be in that room by myself because I was convinced that Pedro, the name we christened the Matador on the wall, was always watching us.
Something about the way his eyes were carved into his face seemed to have a 3D effect, making me feel as though his eyes shifted to watch me wherever I moved in the room.
One stormy, Sunday afternoon, I decided to try out the new Ouija board I recently received as a gift (odd gift for a child really), and convinced my brother to join me. I decided that ‘the Spanish’ room’ would be the perfect place for dark and quiet to use the board.
I was eight and he seven, and I really didn’t have much clue about the potential for the board to call to spirits, other than we both had to place our hands on the heart-shaped disc and ask a question while concentrating on the question and repeating it a few times. The board was a mere wooden board with the alphabet covering the board and the words ‘Yes’ and ‘No printed at the bottom of the board. The objective was that spirit would hear our question and guide our hands to spell out the answer on the board.
We began by asking questions about things we knew the answers to, and after a short time passed, I found myself bored and skeptical because I was convinced my brother had swayed the disc to spell out what he wanted it to say. So, I decided we had to ask some questions we didn’t know the answers to, to see if that board game was real. We made a list of ‘test questions’ we thought we’d ask and then go verify answers with my parents who were in the next room entertaining friends in the kitchen.
I decided to test Ouija’s answers by asking it what were the middle names of my grandfather and my Uncle Robert. I had no idea if they even had middle names, but I figured the all-knowing Ouija would inform me either way. We got into concentration mode and asked the Ouija both questions. And it wasn’t long before the answers were spelled out by our moving hands over the disc.
I was somewhat uncomfortable as I felt Pedro’s eyes watching me in the darkened room, and as soon as I received the answers to the questions, I beelined it out of the room, excited to find out if the answers I received were true. And they were!
After that first encounter with the Ouija board, I was scared to use it again. I was afraid of the unknown and couldn’t understand how ‘a board’ could know answers to questions that I didn’t even know. I was convinced my brother and I were playing around with spirit, and I didn’t think it was such a good idea, even at the age of eight. I put the Ouija and disc back in its box and put it back with games in my bedroom closet.
Many nights after I’d put the board away, I was scared to go to sleep at night. I didn’t know why or what was scaring me, only that I felt an eerie presence in my room, as though I wasn’t alone in it. I would only go to sleep with lights on – not a lamp, but full bright light fixture above my bed. After a week or so of the unsettling feeling I had in my room, I decided that I should throw out the Ouija board stored in the closet in front of my bed.
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I never felt that eerie discomfort again in my room after trashing the Ouija board. The only place I still felt at unease was when I sat alone in the Spanish den where Pedro watched all who entered.
Author, D. G. Kaye
D.G. Kaye is a Canadian nonfiction/memoir writer who writes about her own life experiences and about how she learned to overcome emotional abuse and low self-esteem. She writes on topics such as: kindness, forgiveness self-growth, and compassion. Her sunny outlook on life developed from learning to overcome challenges in her life, and finding the upside from those situations while practicing gratitude for all the positives.
When she isn’t writing books, you can find her on her blog at DGKayewriter.com where you’ll find an eclectic mix of life lessons, rants of injustice, writing tips, book reviews, and featured interviews with guest authors. She’s known to inject humor into her work whenever it’s warranted. D.G.’s motto is: Live Laugh Love . . . And Don’t Forget to Breathe.
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