The year was 2009, and I had recently relocated from the bustling city of Cardiff to the serene Welsh valleys, specifically Trealaw Road. Nestled on this quaint road stood a spacious house spanning three floors. However, we predominantly occupied the top two floors, as the basement had fallen into disrepair. Despite its state, remnants of its 1960s decor lingered, reminding us of its previous occupants who had long since departed. Or so we thought..

Whenever I ventured into the basement, an overwhelming sense of dread would envelop me, It was a chilling sensation, one that sent shivers down my spine. Strangely enough, the moment we closed the basement door, the atmosphere in the rest of the house seemed to lighten. However, that didn’t mean we felt entirely alone.

Several weeks had elapsed since our move, and my soon-to-be husband and I had settled into our new abode as best we could. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the persistent feeling of being under the watchful gaze of unseen entities. It was as if invisible eyes followed our every move, leaving me with an unsettling unease.

In an attempt to embrace our new chapter in life, we decided to host a housewarming gathering, inviting my husband’s brother and his new girlfriend to our home. Little did we know that this festive occasion would unravel a series of eerie events that would forever haunt our memories.

The evening was filled with laughter and merriment as we all indulged in a few drinks, feeling a sense of ease and relaxation. Engaging in conversation with our guests, I recounted a chilling tale from my teenage years about a Ouija board. Intrigued by the paranormal, the party collectively decided that we should embark on our own Ouija board experience.

Lacking an actual board, I improvised by meticulously transcribing the infamous game onto a filing cabinet. To serve as a makeshift planchette, I grabbed a shot glass from the kitchen. Despite the alcohol coursing through our veins, we foolishly proceeded with the game, ignoring the signs that perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.

The moment our fingertips made contact with the shot glass, the atmosphere shifted. The board sprang to life, and the shot glass seemed to possess a will of its own, effortlessly gliding across the board, letter by letter.

Initially, the messages conveyed by the board were puzzling, with the shot glass gravitating towards me. I cautiously inquired if anyone was present, and to our astonishment, the answer was a resounding “yes.” I found myself engaged in a peculiar conversation with an apparition claiming to be a former resident of our home, who expressed that I reminded him of his dear departed mother. Although strange and it explained some of the happenings at home, we collectively felt that this interaction alone wasn’t substantial proof, so we continued our inquiries.

Soon thereafter, we found ourselves in communication with a spirit who had a heartfelt message for my brother-in-law. The ethereal presence spoke of the beautiful bond he shared with his new girlfriend and astonishingly revealed that she was ten days pregnant.
As our otherworldly encounter unfolded, the Ouija board continued to convey astonishing messages. It divulged that the forthcoming addition to our family would be a precious baby girl, set to grace our lives in the month of January. Her name, according to the mystical messages, would begin with an A.

The spirit also told us things we should not have known, for example – My husbands sister was working away in India and the board spelt out the exact location she was! It also told us my partners grandfathers spaghetti recipe.

As the session neared its conclusion, a chilling shift occurred. Another entity, unrelated to any of us present, sought to communicate. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, infused with an ominous energy. We could sense that this spirit was different, cloaked in darkness, and we braced ourselves for what was to come.

A sense of unease gripped us as the dark spirit admonished us to halt our proceedings. Confused, we sought clarification, asking, “Stop what?” To our astonishment, the board spelled out a chilling response: “Recording.” It was then that we realised, unbeknownst to us, my husband had discreetly decided to capture the session on his phone, convinced that no one would believe our extraordinary encounter. The spirit, displeased with this intrusion, emitted an aura of intense displeasure, causing the energy in the room to shift dramatically. Recognizing the growing eeriness, we unanimously agreed that it was time to bring the session to a close.

In the aftermath of our spine-chilling experience, a lingering sense of trepidation consumed us. How could the spirit board have possessed such intimate knowledge? Despite the profound impact it had on us, we were left with no tangible evidence, as the recording on my husband’s phone failed to capture any significant audio. Resolute in our decision to move forward, we collectively chose to leave that night behind, opting to put the unsettling events behind us and embark on a new chapter, hoping for a fresh start.

Roughly a month later, my brother-in-law called us with joyful tidings—his new partner was expecting a baby.

By this point, my husband and I had already made up our minds to find a new place to call home, as the unsettling atmosphere lingered in our current house following the spirit board session.

Then, in January of 2010, our family experienced a truly blessed event—the arrival of a baby girl named Alysha. It was an awe-inspiring moment that reaffirmed our belief in the inexplicable. The synchronicity between the board’s prediction and the actual birth of a baby girl strengthened our conviction. Feeling a renewed sense of peace, we embraced the future. In the years that followed, I, too, became a mother to two beautiful children. Our lives took a harmonious turn, and we finally found solace and contentment in our new homes.