My Experience with the Supernatural


This was originally published on this post, but a friend of mine mentioned something about ouija boards and it made me think of this:

I had gone out with this boy who was 2 years older than I, went to a school dance, he was ok, not my love, and I can’t remember, but I think I broke up with him sometime during first half of my senior year. I never really got over my first love, Steve.

This particular morning was the first morning back after Christmas break, Paul drove us to school and we pull into the school parking lot, there are buses in front of school bldg and we see some spray painting on the wall, I see the word Kris but the bus obscures the rest. We get parked and start walking to the bldg.

We hear people talking, looking and such. I remember thinking the name on the wall was another Kris, a younger more promiscuous stoner girl, and I assumed it was her name, and the writing would make for an interesting day.

As we get closer, the bus pulls away {this really makes for a great suspense movie} I see, in huge 4 feet letters, spray painted in black all over one huge brick wall the words, KRIS ******* IS A BITCH. {Insert my last name there***}

You can not even imagine the emotions I went through. Hurt, anger, disappointment, embarrassment. The events of the day were pretty much a blur. But picture the best [or worst] high school movie where the lead character is walking down the hall and everyone, and I mean everyone, is whispering about you ~ look there goes the bitch, that’s the one whose name is on the wall.

It was awful. Come to find out it was a felony to deface school property and the police came to the school just to inform me of that fact. Police, in the school front office, with me. Argh, could it get any worse?

Yep, it could. And did. The police asked me who I thought could have done it. My only thought was Steve. The crazy ex-boyfriend, who I knew had been home on holiday break.

The school, as efficient as they were, got right on the task of cleaning up the mess.

They decided the best mode of action was to sand blast the black paint off. So instead of the words in black, they were now etched in white. And they seemed to have remained there for a lifetime. I think the janitors were in conference for days trying to figure out how to get rid of the foul letters. Finally, they just painted brick red paint over the whole wall. Which stayed there for years.

I’m not sure of the timing of this next event; I can only assume it was the next weekend. Jill spent the night and we were determined to find out who did this to me.

We locked ourselves in my bedroom, pulled out some candles and the Ouija board.

We asked it one question, and one question only.

“Who did this to me?”

It spelled out the first and last name of my evil nemesis.

Now, let me preface this with a few things:

  1. Jill and I both thought Steve did it
  2. Jill did not know how to spell this persons last name, it is a german name
  3. I knew how to spell it, but was convinced it was someone else
  4. Jill swears she did not move the Ouija board pointer
  5. I did not move the pointer

The name the Ouija spelled out was B-I-L-L-R-E-I-N-K-E.

We immediately called his sorry a** on the phone and told him he was in so much trouble with the police and why would he do this to me?!?!?

He replied with just this ~ “because you broke up with me”

ARGH! I had a card with the nice policeman’s name on it; I called him and told him the wonderful news. I knew who did this to me. {I think he met me in the school office, again!}

I told him who the offender was and where he lived, told him I had called him and he confessed to me what he had done.

The cop was pretty jazzed up until I told him HOW I found out. You should have seen his face fall.

Then he yelled at me “why didn’t you tape the phone conversation, now we have no evidence”

Hello? I was a 17 year old girl who had her life crashing down before her eyes {well, it seemed that way at the time} and the cop is yelling at me, thinking I’m a looney.

They questioned the suspect and of course he denied everything. Probably got scared when they told him it was a felony, government property and all.

I called him again and asked him why he did it and why he didn’t give himself up, He just laughed. Psycho.

So pretty much after that, my high school life went down the tubes. In the comments section of the yearbook, all everyone could talk about was the writing on the wall. People were always walking by me whispering ‘and there goes the bitch.’

Not ever wanting to know if and why I was a bitch but seemingly satisfied just to know, I was a bitch. My grades went down. I didn’t gain any friends and lost a few. I could not wait to leave my hometown, and did soon afterwards.

I rebelled a little. But what the heck, I was already a bitch.




About Kristina

54 year old Christian lady, knitter, crafter, church admin, thrill seeker (only when shopping at thrift stores for tremendous bargains) my 4 dogs and my pigs servant, a child of God, saved, redeemed and trying to be joyful in a fallen world.

2 responses »

  1. Kristina, that would have been brutal !!! I wouldn’t be surprised if you are not still carrying some pain/wounds from that whole thing. thought provoking post I will say. DM

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