How plain the game has changed forever

I have warned the readers of my books and columns many times to avoid any commitment to a raised wine glass – a way of contacting the ghosts and the deceased, which is also known as Ouija – because none of them never appeared from it.

Most of the ghosts that go through are for the mischief and will provide wrong information and terrify the “guardians” of the Ouija session, sometimes telling them that their days are numbered and someone will die.

Ouija from time to time opens the premises where the session is kept to all kinds of shadowy forces and doors to bad presence that can be opened, which can never be closed again.

An example is the Ouija session, which took place one storm afternoon in 1952 at the Farmers ARMS pub, Frankba.

The perilous “game” was initiated by two women in their thirties who were bored, and there were seven carers in the pub who gathered around the table and placed index fingers on the basis of inverted glass.

One of the current ones asked the ghosts to speak through the glass, and then the mentioned glass began to slide down, touching some 36 paper squares with the letters of the alphabet and numbers from zero to nine recorded on them.

The glass repeatedly described the name of Henry and everyone laughed; They expected a dramatic name or message, but the laughter quickly ended when the glass flew off the table and shattered to Smithereens in the fireplace.

There was a noticeable decrease in the temperature in the pub, and when the sky darkened, two women who suggested the Ouija – Janet and June session – they both said that they felt something next to them.

They left the pub and went towards their homes through Montgomery Hill – and to their horror two ladies saw that he followed them – it looked like a lofty man in a long black cape and a hat of the type, which elderly, which were worn.

A violent storm broke out over Frankby to escalate the tense atmosphere when the sinister figure closed two women and they both began to run and breathe in fear.

Juune said that it could only be someone from farmers, trying to postpone their fear after it was a glass, but Janet did not agree-she realized that this character seemed to move smoothly as if she were on wheels.

Dmowyching the persecutor suddenly raised his speed, and women ran along the line called Birch Heys.

At this point, terrified women and a man leaving the house on the line heard the figure of laughter hysterically. The man looked at the escaping women, thinking that only a bit of tomfoolery was going on and that the man in black was a witch known Janet and June.

Women tried to shorten to their homes, throwing stone stairs to Stile to get to the public path, but here, when the heavens exploded with the explosion of biblical thunder, something seemed to jump on women, a coat lying in the wind.

The man from the house heard their screams and decided that they did not cheat adolescent people – these women sounded as if they were attacked. He ran to Stile and discovered that women lying on their backs and a packed man in a strange hat disappeared.

The man could not make any sense from June, ”she was wildly in his eyes in the pressing low thunder, but Janet was in tears. She pulled her hands on a slender neck – which looked red and bruised.

She said that the ghost tried to strangle her and June. June had the same bruises around his neck. June finished in a psychiatric hospital and took six months to recover, and Janet was harassed by nightmares about the smiling Phantom Strangler and his “glowing bad eyes” for many years.

The elderly and respected local in the weapon of farmers named George claimed that “Henry”-a great glass-was what we would call now a serial killer-he was responsible for many unsolved murders in the 20th century after the west coast of Wirral and did many killings.

George claimed that Henry was hanged by the girl's father, who died from the murderer's hand and was buried at night in a shallow grave near the farmers.

The body was buried down with the crucifixion chained to him to stop the spirit of Evil Henry from the Uprising. Sometimes people walking around Montgomery Hill – a line directed towards farmers – either they saw a man in a black coat following them, or heard traces of someone close to them.

In a miniature but attractive semi -flowy way on the path of St. Andrzej, the so -called, because it is close to the church of St. Andrzej, Bebington, there was another guy with lift glass in the summer of 2009. It was July, and an older couple who owned the half-year-old nephew Ryan and his girlfriend Beth-Zaje from Heswall.

Ryan parked his van Volkswagen in front of the apartment and told his uncle that he had a problem finding a place to live because he left the house and was currently looking for a job.

Uncle and aunt Ryan were to fly to Spain for two weeks holidays and let the adolescent Parie stay home until they returned, hoping that Ryan will find employment by then. As soon as the couple went to their Hols, Ryan organized a party in the semi -final, and while drinking someone suggested “throwing out the management of Ouija” and claimed that they were good in receiving messages from ghosts.

That night, six people dealt with an inverted wine glass and at one point the glass moved along the table.

Most of the words produced were nonsense, but one of them appeared twice, and it was: Matholwch – who one of the people at the party – a boy from Rhyl, who would not get involved in the Ouija session – claimed that he was a Welsh name.

After four in the morning, the party is over, but many will not stop at home because they said that they were sinister “presence”.

Ryan was cut in drunk dementia on the Beth sofa in his arms, and Beth woke him around 4:30 in the morning.

She said she woke up to see a man in elderly -fashioned clothes with a terrifying decaying face that bends over her. His icy kisses woke her. She heard him say to her: “The most expensive, I will pull your vitality, steal, but a fraction of your life to be able to live and love you again.”

Welsh Litt had his accent, said Beth, and as soon as she woke up and screamed, he disappeared as he smiled. Ryan knew that his girlfriend was a mundane person who never lied and was not interested in supernatural, so he just knew his girlfriend was telling the truth.

Two days after that Ryan stood at the top of the stairs at 22:00, looking down to the hall, waiting for Beth to take to bed when he saw a lofty grotesque man with a skeletal face in something that looked like a Victorian outfit.

He put the bony fingers on the handrail – and the lights went out. They sacrificed – a perilous ghula had about five steps away, and Ryan swore terror.

The lights went out again, throwing the corridor to black on the pitch-when they appeared again after a few seconds, a solid spirit stood just before Ryan, who turned and fell into his bedroom.

Then he heard Beth screaming downstairs, so he left the peace and saw that the ghost disappeared, and the adolescent man ran to the kitchen, Beth was hysterical.

She said that a ghostly -looking ghost threw her arms and tried to fight her. She hit him with a wine bottle and disappeared.

That night, the couple left the house on the path of St. Andrzej and she still didn't go back there.