The Summoning - Classic

ignored when they simply fail to respond, but that is not the problem, that is not the issue.

“Now, understand the difficulty always comes when they pay attention, you're listening to”

stupid, stay true.

They say, don't mess with things you do not understand, but if we obeyed, we would never

touch anything, because we know so little, we are so profoundly ignorant, we fail to recognize even our own ability to summon evil. Still, just because we don't know what we're doing, doesn't mean that we can't pay the price. My name is Glenn Washington, always know how to do the exact opposite of what you just did, because stupid starts now.

“Because you don't believe in the power of a wittyboard, that's fine, in fact that's how”

it should be, but just don't go playing with one. So there was a Saturday afternoon, it was pretty warm, you know, I'm stuck with my little sister, and that's a little bit disappointing, and normally on a Saturday I would hang out with my gang, so I called around, and Gerald and Debbie had very, they said, don't worry, they can come over to my place, and they'll be on their way.

So at around 1 o'clock, here they come, and I'm supposed to be babysitting, you know, but we sit down and get in a living room, and right away, Wendy is taking out her wittyboard.

“I had never seen a wittyboard before, and I had no idea what it was.”

She said, this is what we're going to do, you know, I'm going to ask the questions. She said, people with a good relationship have to use it together, because then the energy is better. So Gerald was my boyfriend, we had been going together for a couple of weeks, so of all the people in the room, we were the only couple.

So we had, we figured we had some good energy flow between us, and I said, oh, Gerald and me, Gerald and me, we'll do it. We're setting up in the dining room, so we have two chairs facing each other, it's me and Gerald facing each other, and we each put our fingers, we're putting our fingers on this little coaster thing that goes around has a little opening in the middle of it.

Wendy says, is there a spirit on the board? It starts moving.

That was so scary, it was going, at first it was going really slow, like it was kind

of trying on like to see how to use this vessel, how to use these kids to get some messages across, and it went around and around and then it went straight up to yes, there's a spirit on the board. So Wendy said, what's your name, and we're spelling out L, U, C, I, F, E, R, and then it stops. Wendy said, well, we don't think you're looser for who are you really, and it spells

out S, E, T, H, and from that point Wendy said, you know, when did you live, and where did you live?

We're asking questions kind of leading the witness like when did you live, oh, third century,

I felt this energy in my body, but I, I don't remember thinking about it was just kind

of like, this is happening.

“He told us this long story about finding his wife and bed with another man and killing”

them both. We had a violent spirit on the board. I don't know if we want to keep this conversation going like what's going to be the benefit, and we kind of looked at each other and sat back a little, and that's when Wendy said, do

have any messages for anyone here, and it went really fast over to yes, and then it spelled

out A, N, D, Y, and D, and that's my nickname. I just got a shock of energy going through my whole body, like there's a message for me. I mean, suddenly it was about me, it was personal.

“It wasn't about Seth, it wasn't about what happened in his life.”

It's about me right now. What's the message? And so we said each letter, one at a time, and it spelled out just like this, T, I, L, E, S, T, O, P, so it's tiles, top, or tile, stop. We don't understand the message, and it spelled out T, A, M, M, I.

A, C, H, O, K, E, Tammy, choke. Tammy was my little sister who I was supposedly babysitting. Tammy was two years old at the time, maybe he was going to choke her that just put a choke through my body. It spelled out the whole message again, it spelled no, tile, stop. Tammy, choke.

And we just jumped up, dropped the board, ran into the next room, found her in a closet in the next room, just hunkered down in the corner with my mom's majan set, and she had two majan tiles in her mouth. One of them just came right out and the other one I had to do that fingered down the throat trick to sort of pop it out of there.

She was fine, she didn't have, I mean, I did hug her up, I mean, I really hugged her up and held her close and stuff.

“I think we ended our play date pretty quickly after that, we were all just really in a”

state of amazement, this happened to me. While some people have to learn the hard way, I'm happy to report that Henry has not used a wager board since this incident, unfortunately, I'm ex-caster, not as lucky, get ready, prepare yourself because we're about to unleash a favorite of the season a snap classic.

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The story is got everything you need, back in the cool 80s, attractive people secluded location and, well, I'm gonna let Mark take it away. The party really wasn't going anywhere. It was a combination birthday party and going away party. The only two people I know there are my friend Kristi and our friend Deborah.

Kristi and I have been good friends since high school, she has been one of my best friends for years. The party was in an old craftsman's house and Hollywood, just like, you know, I have a very bad memory and I don't remember very much, but I do remember very clearly a lot of this

The party was a patchpodge of various individuals. My girlfriend Becky was one of my roommate, Becky's boyfriend, Mike, he was a maldo sheriff then there was Mark, the Frenchman and my girlfriend Debbie, then my boyfriend Danny and he was the rocker. In France when we had a party, the idea was drink as much as you can as fast as you can

and then put on James Brown's sex machine. Unfortunately, there was no James Brown available that night, so we had to think of something else. And I started to wander off into the dining area and there was a huge oak table and in the back there was an armwar and a bunch of crystal glasses and an idea popped in my head

and I thought, "Hey, there's nothing else going on here tonight, why don't we do a sound?" "Look, I don't know about you, I like to eat my money where I can see it.

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Taxes and fees extra, see mintmobile for details. A long time ago, in my native country of France, there was no toy store where you would find a Ouija board. So we would line up scrabble letters and cut up a piece of paper that would say yes and one that would say no and basically improvise a Ouija board.

We would turn a glass upside down, we'd put our fingers on top of the glass and then you'd concentrate real hard. It kind of just struck a chord that would be something fun and different to do. I kind of thought whatever we'll do it.

“I think in high school maybe we tried it a couple times but nothing really ever happened.”

So I didn't take it seriously and didn't really think anything of it. I mean, I'm a spiritualist, like I believe in God but I don't believe in Ouija boards. I wasn't taking it seriously, I don't believe in that type of thing at all. We let some candles and turned on some, you know, and yeah, and just kind of played around. We cut out a bunch of letters to create the alphabet, put them around the table in a circle.

There was a piece of paper that said yes and a piece of paper that said no. And we took crystal glass with a stem and turned it upside down and put it in the middle. You know, everybody quiet down and close their eyes and I don't know if we are the antennas.

I believe we are and I believe that the glass ultimately is just a vessel and it allows

psychic energy to concentrate at the center of it.

“Those of us who had their fingers on the glass and I think at the time it was Christi Debra, me and someone else.”

We started to feel, after a very short amount of time actually it was uncanny, how quickly it started. We started to feel that very familiar little tug. It was a little bit thrilling, like, "What is this?" I remember right here kind of raising up thinking, "What could this be?" You have the sensation that something is connecting with the glass and then trying to find its bearings.

It's very distinctive. And then after a while it started kind of getting a flow and rhythm and it started kind of moving and in an eight, like a shape of an eight and back and forth and it was very rhythmic but it was

Of course the skeptics immediately thought you were moving the glass and I would say no,

I'm not moving the glass and a good way to take care of the skeptics is to command the glass to do geometric forms. For example, I would tell the glass to spin in a circle. You'd tell the glass to go faster and faster and faster and let me tell you that thing flies. It's so fast. You cannot coordinate for people that don't know each other, have not rehearsed this

and get a glass to move this fast, it's impossible.

At that point everybody went, "What's going on?"

Now that it was clear that something was moving the glass other than ourselves, one of us asked, "Who's here?"

“And started going back and forth to the letter "K-I-K-I" or "K-E-I" I can't remember how it spelled it.”

And everybody asked, "Who's Kiki?" And Kristi, who was at the head of the table in front of me, just froze. I didn't ever see her like that. And she looked down at the table and she said, "I know who's here." I knew it was Brian. Brian had been my boyfriend for about two and a half years and he passed

after committing suicide. It spelled out "K-E-K-E" which is Kiki which was my nickname, "The Brian called me just in private." That's roomy for a huge loop. That is something that I don't understand to this day. Brian was my first love. I used to think about him every day. I still have not been able to look at pictures of him, but I can still see his face in my head.

He was very good looking, had an amazing smile. He kept a tan better than anybody that I ever seen.

Brian was a very lonely, sad person, but most people wouldn't realize that when they met him. When he would walk into a room, everybody was drawn to him and he was really funny and

“he met the world to me. I think she was stunned. I think she was pretty shaken up”

and I think probably quite emotional about it because of the way things had ended. Brian tried to commit suicide several times and they put him in a little hospital and then Christmas came and I wasn't there and I wasn't able to speak to him while he was in the suicide watch hospital. But I did find out that he got a belt and wrapped it around his neck and hung himself. Horrible way to die and he was supposedly under supervision and they were

watching him and somebody dropped the ball. Are you in heaven? The glass answered no. Are you in hell? And the glass answered no. We asked him if he was in a place

“kind of somewhere in between. He said yes. And then back yes, how long he was going to be there?”

And he said 27 which is the age he was when he killed himself. I find myself like sometimes like I'll get like a little tear in my eye. Like when I was talking to you and then I just wipe it away and it goes away and drives away. Christie went to leave to go to the bathroom and then it stopped moving. We asked this spirit where did you go? Did you go with Christie to the bathroom? And it said yes. And we asked him,

"Okay, if you were there with her, what color underwear was she wearing?" And it spelled out, well it's spelled up. It said WIT, white and sure enough she was wearing white knickers. Now just behind Christie was another guest at the party who was a current boyfriend.

I mean what the hell? The axe is showing up uninvited at the birthday party and it's getting

all the attention. So he started to say this is bull. And the glass immediately he starts to move without having been asked a question. This is unusual. And spelled you. At which point, Christie's boyfriend replied, "You." And the cursor started spelling out his name, D-A-N-I and then F-U, and it kept going back and forth, D-A-N-I, F-U. You know, you can fill in the blanks,

“but D-A-N-I got very upset. Now, what's interesting here is that when you have to say something like”

"Mut," and you're speaking through a crystal glass as a spiritual entity,

takes a long time to spell M-O, et cetera, et cetera. D-A-N-I was getting really upset and so, so the wiki board was getting really upset, which appears to have been crying, taking a fight, if you will, with D-N-I, my current boyfriend. It was very disturbing. This is surreal. These two are having a cockfight into different dimensions. D-N-I was very hotheaded and very upset and ended up walking out.

My poor friend Christie was completely devastated. Meanwhile, the glass repeated several times. "I love you, and then I'm sorry." I was just so, almost frozen, just paralyzed, inside my own head, thinking all these thoughts, you know, "Is this really him? Why did he die? How come nobody could help him? How much I missed him?"

“I think that because it was a birthday, we didn't really want to continue, so we said goodbye.”

And I remember my friend Deborah and I drove back to my house and didn't say a word on the way back. Ever since that night, I have completely believed. I mean, to me, this was the biggest, the most proof that there is something out there, more than what we can see, and what we know, and it's definitely changed the way I see things. And I, in the biggest skeptic, I wouldn't believe this story if I weren't there, and I'm sure many people won't believe me, but it happened,

I feel like he just needed to be her again. You know, I know it sounds crazy, but I believe he was

“talking to us. Me. I think the beauty of his story is not that it is a ghost story,”

is that it's a love story, and that someone was able to reach beyond the divide and tell someone for the last time I love you, even Romeo and Juliet didn't get that. Did this evil lurks right after the break when young girl finds someone uninvited, playing with her favorite toy, stay true. When Ellie's stand is for the child, she arrived home in a wheelchair after being surgery

on both legs, and she was shocked to see her grandmother, waiting in the living room with a smile,

spooked. I had never seen anything like the dollhouse. It was a wooden queen

and it was painted a deep shade of cornflower blue and had this cream trimming. It looked so delicious that you just kind of wanted to eat it. Like I think when I realized that this house was not only mine, but my grandmother had made the house for me by hand all by herself. I just remember being blown away. It was actually quite a shock that it had come from her and that she had made it. I think by that time

seemed to be truly happy. She never did anything that was completely selfless. When she gave

“you something, she wanted something back. In addition to the dollhouse, she gave me a scrapbook and”

the scrapbook was full of pictures of her making the dollhouse. It was her saying here's my documentation of how hard I worked on this project. The dollhouse came complete with six plastic dolls. There was a mother and a father and a little boy and a little girl, so it was like my family and then there was a baby. They were all fine. They were all just kind of typical plastic dolls that you would see in a dollhouse. The more distinctive doll was with the grandmother. She had this full-length

blue floral dress that was almost like a night gown and she had silver, silver, long hair.

Her eyebrows were arched in this way that made her expression just look very malicious.

“Because I was in a wheelchair and I was recovering, I couldn't be outside”

and I couldn't go to school. So I was bored and I was itchy under my cast and I was also scared because even though the surgeons tell you that things went fine, when you can't walk for six weeks, you do wonder, you know, what happens if they take the cast off and I've lost my ability to walk, you know. So for me, the dollhouse, it was a way for me to escape. My mom and I would shop for

mirrors that were the size of my thumb and China cabinets that I could hold in the palm of my hand

and newspapers for the dining room table and plastic apple pies for the kitchen window. So I had a sleepover one night in the spring. My girlfriends were sleeping in the playroom and I got up in the night to go to the bathroom and that room had these big skylights and so on nights when the moon was out, it was very bright. The dollhouse was kind of illuminated and I just glanced over at it and kind of stopped. I could clearly see the shape of each of the dolls. My mom, a woman, a girl,

a boy, a baby, except they were not where I had left them the last time I had played with them. The father was sitting on the couch across from the little TV and the mother was in the bathroom with a baby and the boy and the girl were in their beds kind of turned away from one another. Only the grandmother was left at the table where I had left her and she was just kind of staring out at me. It creeped me out but you know, you don't immediately jump from that too.

My dolls are moving on their own. I just figured that one of the girls had moved them when I wasn't watching but then when I asked the next morning, nobody admitted to having touched them. I just kind of, you know, went about my regular life, figured that if I ignored it, it would stop. But instead things just one night, as soon as I walked into the room, something felt really off to me. Something was telling me, do not look at that dollhouse. Do not look at that dollhouse.

But I couldn't help myself this time. The father was positioned at the dining room table. He had his face down and the tie had been tied around and around his neck. The baby was faced down and the kitchen sink. The mother's head was plunged into the open event and the little boy was upstairs, smothering the little girl with her pillow. And the only doll that didn't seem to be dying was the grandmother.

And the grandmother's that at the head of the dining room table. And she had this evil smile spread across her face. And I remember thinking that this felt personal, that this felt like some kind of revenge. I was shocked. I screamed and I ran downstairs and got my parents and told them what had happened

“and they were a bit bemused. And I think we all kind of decided together that this had to be”

my brother playing a joke. So they went and kind of told them off and he told them right back

I didn't want to call her and say thank you for the beautiful dollhouse by the way. Your dolls are

“terrifying me. So no, I never spoke with my grandmother about any of it.”

So I was really excited when my brother was leaving for summer camp because it meant that

things would finally calmed down and things with the dollhouse would stop.

And that's just not, that's just not how things went. They were lined up on their backs on the living room floor. All of them except for my grandmother. She was crouched above the father. She had a butcher's knife in her hand, pointed at his throat, boys to just slip them all right down the line. Her chin was tilted up and she was learing at me. I mean, I had run out of explanations. The only people who had been in the house for me,

“my mother and my father. And so I wanted to get the dolls away from me. My eyes kind of fell”

on this blanket chest that we kept in the playroom and it was a big heavy black chest with a heavy

lid. And so I took the dolls and stuck them in there at the bottom. I slammed the lid shut. It was some time later that I had a sleepover at my house. I needed more blankets. And you know, I thought enough time has passed and surely I can look at these dolls and not be afraid of them anymore. And so I opened up the chest and dug out the dolls as I lifted my arm to close the chest. I looked at the underside of the lid, which was wood. And the entire underside of the lid

was covered in tiny scratch marks as if a very small person had been clawing to get out. It, it just, it freaked me out. So at that point I, I world into motion and I grabbed the dolls and I went downstairs, found newspaper and wrapped them all up. I kept all of the family together, except for the grandmother. Her, I wrapped separately. I ran up to the attic and I threw them into the far corners and I threw her into the opposite corner. I didn't, I didn't want her to be

able to hurt them anymore. You know, as, as silly as that sounds, I didn't want her to be able to do that anymore. I didn't want her to have that power. And so I felt like she deserved to, you know, rot by herself. That marked the end of my thinking about the doll house and I didn't really start thinking about it again until my grandmother passed away. When she was a couple of days away from death, she called my mother in to her bedside and she said, "I want you to know that I forgive

your father. I just can't remember what for." The night after she died, I went to her home with my

“mom and we spent the night there. I think my mom really wanted to inhabit that space. So she slept”

in the room that she had slept in as a child and that left me with my grandmother's room where she had slept for 50 years and, you know, shared a bed with my grandfather back when, you know, a lot of fighting and drinking and my grandmother, she refused to be in the same room as my grandfather for the entire rest of her life. And so I was sitting in this room on her bed and thinking about how that doll house came from the bowels of this unhappy place. And so I was really panicky.

I got under the covers and I slowly closed my eyes and once I closed my eyes, I felt safe. It was if for the first time I felt not in a vise grip like if she was there at all, she was wrapping her arms around me. I started to feel differently about her after that night when we came across the photo album that she had made of her making the doll house. When I was flipping through the book, I realized that there was this whole other side to this person

that I had never had the chance to know. However troubled she was, this was the best that she

a men's is to go up to the attic one day where the doll house is sat for many years collecting dust

and let another child, you know, if I ever have a daughter, let it be the source of happiness that

“that I think my grandmother had intended it to be for me. Different dolls, though.”

[Music] Thank you Allie for sharing that story. Allie's standest is a new children's book author. Her debut novel is out right now. It contains no creepy dolls. Have a link on our website

“spookedpodcast.org. Thanks as well to Snap Judgment Listener. You do get the amazing Snap Judgment”

storytelling podcast right? You subscribe to that, right? Snap Judgment Listener, Andrea C.K. Floating us note about her witty board and big love. The Bob Carlson of the podcast

unsuccessful. And as always, I'd advise you to be afraid. Now both of the stories that we have for you

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