Never Play The Spirit of the Glass

Welcome to true Scary Story. Michael and his friends are used to staying up very late unsupervised, but at one point they pick up an unusual way to pass the time, opening up a line of communication with an entity that begins to torment them, manifesting itself in ways that affected those that were there that night. My name is Ed and here is Michael's true Scary story. My name is Michael. The story takes place in se Michela in the summer of nineteen ninety nine. When we had first moved there. It was a growing community. Wasn't much to do out there. We had friends that were moving from Riverside County from San Diego County. This is during the time when a lot of kids were latchkey kids. Both my parents were working, they had a business. A lot of the times they weren't home. It was just me and my siblings. We had to fend for ourselves. When we came home from school, we cooked our dinner cooked. We were very independent because our parents weren't home. That gave us a lot of freedom to do whatever we wanted to do. Around the summertime. I had just graduated the year prior. My little brother was going to graduate this year, nineteen ninety nine. We had a lot of friends over. Our parents weren't home. It became this party. It was a full house, seven to nine of us each night to entertain ourselves. We would tell each other's stories. My family has always been very supernatural intuitive. That's very easy for us to feel something that's there. If there's something that feels like it's off in the room far as somebody watching, you would pick up on that very quickly. That's how it's always been for me and my siblings. Our family is from the Philippines. We grew up with the religious Catholic background. We were very supernaturally. We would tell each other stories about things that spooked them when they were growing up, different stories from different regions. Everybody has that whole lady in white story being told that at such an early age. That's some of the things that you grow up with and it's a part of you. Fast forward again to ninety nine. We have all these friends over at the house. We would be up late at night, at all odd hours, three o'clock in the morning, four Sometimes we wouldn't even go to sleep. We started telling each other scary stories. They were always fascinated with the stories that me and my siblings would tell them. It just became this thing. We would all try to spook each other out, and the following day would be the same thing all over again. One of the stories I was told when we were kids was there was a group of kids in the Philippines that made a makeshift weiji board. They called it the Spirit of the Glass. That's what my grandmother called it. We were always told not to mess with that. Friends there didn't believe that it could happen. So I was like, let's try it. It was still early in the night, there were more people at the house than usual. They were all interested and excited about trying this out. We made it, me and a couple of my friends. We took out a not a very large cardboard box, a good size of like a game board, and what we did on it was put numbers at the top from one to zero at the top. At the bottom of that, we put the whole alphabet at the bottom of that yes and no no. That's it. We took a shot class turned that upside down. That was our plan. Chat We turned down the lights, dimmed it. There's twelve thirteen of us around the table asking it questions, and first it's not doing anything. More and more people start to put their hands on top of the shut glass. We ask it, is anybody here? It starts moving. Well, I'm not moving it, but this was definitely moving. It was so visible. People could not deny that it was moving. We didn't take our hands off a bit or anything like that, but we did put lighter pressure on it. We have two people put two fingers on it. It was just moving. The way that it would move was interesting. It was very fast, like it wanted to tell us something. We stayed up for a good hour asking it questions. Everybody took turns. It seemed to know everything that people were asking it, very intimate details. One of my friends asked, what if it's really her grandfather who had reached out to her. One of the spirits who had reached out to her said it was her grandfather. Where did they go on the sixth birthday or something like that, something that was very memorable to her. Very quickly, the plant chet said, Universal Studios, I don't know if you remember this. There used to be a van. It was an eighteen van and you'd be able to lift it. Up. That's what her grandfather did. She said. Nobody else would have known that at all. Everybody was completely fascinated with it. But after some time you'd get tired of it. The interest starts to kind of fade a little bit. After an hour and a half, a few of us started to leave the table doing our own thing. One o'clock in the morning. Everybody walked away from the table, but one of my best friends, Joey. He had a very keen interest in the board and had no problem saying I'm just gonna ask you a few more questions, and we were like, okay, that's fine. We left in his own devices. As the night kind of went on, we one by one started to go to sleep. I remember waking up very early in the morning. It was four o'clock in the morning. The lights were still dim in the house. When I woke up, I saw Joey at the table by himself, asking it question questions. He wouldn't believe when I went to the table and asked him, hey, is everything okay. He was just completely fascinated, totally taken away by this thing. His father passed away at an early age. The spirit that he was talking to it identified himself as his father, and I said, you know what, you might want to put this thing away. He said, no, I can't. I have way too many questions. He knows stuff about my brothers, my sister, and my mom. I just have so many questions. He was completely and invaded in this in this board. He kept asking questions. He had this look in his eyes like he was like in a trance. He was coherent. It looked like he wasn't all there. I had convinced him, it's been a long night. Let's put it away. We'll do this thing tomorrow. He agreed. We folded the board up. I lifted the glass up and set it upright. The top was open, and that was that and we went to sleep. We woke up the following day. It was the afternoon. When I woke up, one of my friends was cooking lunch. This was a late afternoon. We hadn't gone to sleep until the wee hour of the morning the day before. We slowly all started to trickle and get up around one o'clock in the afternoon. Right away, Joey wanted to get back on the board. Wanted to ask you more questions. I said, hey, let's hang out for a little bit. What's been a bit much. We'll mess around with it later this evening, and we did around five o'clock in the afternoon. We were waiting for a couple more friends to come over. It was probably seven o'clock in the evening when we started. It was a two story home. We were all downstairs. My sister had went over to the bathroom to wash her hands and she started washing her face. All of us were in the living room waiting for everybody to All I remember is that my sister screams in the bathroom. We hear running upstairs. Nobody was upstairs. We hear running. Then you hear it run super fast down the stairs. Then the door in the bath room where my sister was washing her face close. The back of that was a mirror that hung on the other side of the door. That's why she screamed. She opened the door, bolted outside of the bathroom, came over to us and was like, what was that. All of us heard it, We were like, what is going on? Not even two seconds after that had happened, three glasses in the kitchen were thrown across the room and broke against the cabinets. All of us heard it. We froze like that feeling. It's a very particular feeling that something bad's happening. You could cut that feeling with a knife. It was so palpable. When the three glasses had broken, my little brother starts to have this look on his face like he's not all there. He starts walking backwards as if he's being pulled back and trying to reach out to us. We couldn't do anything about it. He started saying, what's wrong? What did I do? Why are you doing this? And completely face and playing, no emotion in his eyes or anything held onto him. All of us did. There's ten of us now in this. When we're trying to wake my brother up out of whatever spelly he's in, our initial reaction is to take him outside of the house. There's something inside of the house that is doing something. We all went outside. My brother was still out of it. He had this look on his face with smart, this look of evil in his face. I was like, somebody do something. All of us were freaking out. There was a garden hose that was outside and grabbed it and turned it on and hose down his face would make him snap out of it. When the water hit his face. He lets out this gasp as if he is underwater and he's just able to break free to take that first breath. He gets down to his knees and all the dogs in the neighborhood started howling, shrieking, almost a unison. We all looked at each other, like, what in the world is going on. Nobody would go back in the house. We stayed outside in our cars for a couple of hours before we said, okay, midnight, we can't stay out here all night. We have to go back in this house. When we went back in the house, in the kitchen, the lights were flickering on and off. A couple of them just wanted to run out of the house again. And said, no, we're going to stay here. We're going to stay strong, all of us together, we're going to tell it. No, you can't be here. I turned the lights back on and very sternly I said, you cannot be here. You're not welcome here. We don't want you here. You have to leave. To leave. As the night went on, we all took shifts, staying up with one another. We were really scared that that episode my brother had went through was going to happen again. We wanted to stay up us to make sure he was okay. He slept fine throughout the night, though I heard things, other people heard things. Morning came, I couldn't go to sleep at all that night. I waited until the sun came up. We all woke up around eleven twelve noon. Friends would come over. We told them what was going on with the house and what had happened. A lot of them didn't believe it. Michael is forced to confess to his parents what they did, but now they all began to face the consequences. The rest of Michael's stories continues run after this stay with us, we told my parents about it. This was the first thing was Hey, we messed with this thing. The spirit of the class went over his head. At the time. He was pretty much just like, there's a bunch of kids just messing around. Whatever you put into the stuff that you're doing, and it's going to mess with you because it knows that you're scared. That became the common theme going forward. Little things that would get your attention when you were alone. If I was changing my shirt, you know how you lift your shirt over your eyes and it's dark, for just a split second you knew that it was there. That's when it would mess with you. You could feel it walk by you. If you were to wash your face and your face was down in the city, it was behind you. Everybody felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. The following night, a friend, my cousin, we were all watching TV. The next thing, here is the door in the garage wanting to open. It was a little jiggle. The first thing in my head was like somebody's home, but it wouldn't go away. Three of us would get up, went to the door. There was nobody at the door, but you could still hear the door knob jiggling. When we opened it, the garage was still closed. The garage was completely dark, but this wind had gone past them. My friend, he said, I think I let something. And when he opened the door was multiple drafts. It wasn't just he felt that the hair on the back of his Next stand up, he closed the door right away. There was this ominous thing, this presence in the room. Very slowly, the living room started to get smoky, hazy. It was smoky, but there was no fire out there. There was no smaller fire, nothing like that. All of us looked at each other, like, what in the world is going on. We had a class fireplace enclosure that you could see through from the living room into the kitchen. My cousin looked in there and got up really quick. My grandma at the time had passed years years, years and years ago. She would be the one that would tell us don't mess with evil spirits. He saw her face in the glass trying to come through the glass. She couldn't. The smoke started to become so thick. We were in the living room. Front door was open, and again we're just in the dry way, completely freaked out, not wanting to go back. In. Eleven o'clock in the evening, we slowly start to go back in. There's this feeling of misery, sadness. We need to all eat together. We ended up all sleeping in the same room together. My cousin had woken me up at around four o'clock in the morning. That smoke started to come again. There was something wanting to force its way through, but there was also something holding it back. The only thing I can say about that maybe my grandmother watching us scolding at the same time, trying to fight off whatever was there. It became this house of horrors. More people wanted to come over and see it. I remember coming home with my girlfriend. We were in an argument. On the way home. Me and her went straight upstairs to my room to talk. While everybody's downstairs. We're in there arguing, and we just hear a loud knock in the room next to us. Nobody was upstairsh I opened my door to see who it was. Nothing was there, but we were arguing. My mind was somewhere else. It started to get into a shouting match between me and her. The lights in my room started to flicker again. It went very slow and very very fast. We stopped right away, dead in our tracks, from arguing until completely si sided, looking at each other, and we were super scared. I looked at her and said, let's go downstairs. The dresser in my room, it had a mirror on it right in the middle of it that completely shattered. We opened the door booked it out of the room. Our friends met us halfway, asking what was going on downstairs. There was a salt and pepper shaker in the dining room that was thrown against the sliding glass door. Whatever it was, it was very strong, it would break things out of nowhere. You didn't know when it was going to attack or when it was going to do anything. People they never came back to the house after that. Joey, a friend, was with us. He would eat, he would be in the funk, and he became this complete recluse. He would stay in a room, not want to kind of come out. He to himself, which is really scary. They would say certain things like I want to hurt, I don't want to do that, I don't want to do that, and go who are you talking to. He'd just look at me and be like no one. He became just this complete person that was not somebody who were used to He took it upon himself to be like, I'm not staying in here anymore and just took off to go back home. I don't know what happened with that, why he made that decision. He was only in his house for a couple of days and decided back. When we would see him outside of the house, he was the same joy we knew before, jokes around all the time, always smile on his face. Right when he comes back to the house. It was the same thing. He would become somber wouldn't say anything. We noticed that with a few of like our friends, it wasn't just him. Me and my sister were talking and he said, hey, we really need to talk to somebody about this. It started to come to a point where the attacks are ramping up. It doesn't seem like it's going to stop. We would see more shadows in the house, going upstairs, downstairs, sneaking out from horridors. That these weren't things that were made up. Everybody was seen. We talked to our dad about it, and my mom, who said, okay, let's go see the medicine man. A couple of us go to La with my dad. We meet with this practitioner. The lady much older, she has one blind eye. Right away looks at Joey and me, doesn't say anything. The second she opened the door and saw us, her attention was fixated the ritual and the ceremony. They pray over you and they tell you this is what's going on. There's this many spirits around you. She was taken aback. She gasped and goes, are you all living together? All of us looked at each other and we said yes. She goes, I'm suffocating in here. There's too many spirits. I can't do this. She tells us to leap. She's kicking us out of her house. She said, there's too much here. I can't do this. I don't know what's going on. I mentioned to her what we did. We made this Swuiji board right away. She goes, you've played that. Then you came over here she was living. Why didn't we tell her about this before we came over? She said, The only thing I can tell you is pray. Pray, pray. I don't know what amount of prayers are going to stop whatever is going on in the house right now. Pray and have an elder go into your home to find out what's going on. On the drive home, my dad was kissed off at us because of what we got ourselves into. That night, the lights flickering on and off, a bunch of stuff was going on in the house. We all decided I would sleep in one room, but that night I had a dream that somebody was trying to come into the room. I remember very waking up in my sleep and being terrified because I was the only one up. The lights were still on. It was dim, but you could hear the door knob one to open. I could see my grandmother with both hands, and there was two gentlemen with her at the time of my dad. He says it was his older brother who had passed away, and his uncle. They were holding this door closed, telling us, look what you did, Look what you did, Look what you did, scolding us like, we're trying to leave this door closed so they can't get in, but they're too strong. There's too many of them. That following morning, I told my father about my dream, and he did mention there was an elder we were supposed to go to in the family, my grandma's cousin. My dad bade her to come over to find out what was going on. He just wanted close people to be there, especially with Joean. He was really worried about him because of the way he was acting. We had gotten my Lola or my grandma shown to come. The second she walked into the house, she was in tears. She did feel something. She got light headed, she couldn't breathe. She said, there's definitely something in this house. It doesn't want you here, It wants you to go away. She said, it's telling me it's going to stay here for as long as it wants. There's nothing that you can do to stop it. I remember thinking, we're screwed. We've done this to ourselves. She looks at me and says, if your thoughts and your prayers for God are pure, then it will go away, like water at the first drop of it will go The days after that we brought our home, it was just torment again. Lights going on and off, things running up and down the stairs, things being thrown. It's weird, like it was trying to make sure whatever we were going through was complete hell for us. But it did the opposite. It pulled us together. A lot of us had shifts going to sleep and staying up, watching over each other. I think it didn't like it. We started saying a lot of the prayers, the Hail Mary's, the stations of the Cross. It didn't like that at all. It got more bold, more obvious. It was opening closing doors, lights again. This was dead in the middle of summer. The temperature that we've been having up has been ninety eight ninety nine hundred hundred and one degrees. Sometimes in the house that was cooler. We would have to wear a jacket. One night was very very windy. We had this crazy rainstorm. It would not stop. This wasn't normal rain. Something told me open all the windows in the house. We would open the sliding glass door outside, all the windows upstairs, everything in an effort toward whatever was evil outside of that house. The following morning, it was like, oh, weight was lifted, not so much to where we were in the clear, but lighter than what we had been feeling. My grandma came back to the elder and said, it's not as bad as it was before. There's still something here. I don't know if it's going to lead. We believe there was a demonic presence in the home. I do believe whatever happened in their change a lot of our lives. I went through anxiety for a long time because of that. My dad he went through a bad place also. She said, it's still going to haunt you, it's still going to attach itself to you, but at least it's not doing the everyday tax. In a weird sense, it's getting what it wanted. Joey had a lot of unfortunate events that had happened to him. One by one by one. It didn't seem like it would stop. He's in an okay place now, but I don't think he's one hundred percent. One of our really good friends that witnessed a lot of stuff in the house ended up going the wrong route, and I feel like there's residual stuff following us around. They went through a lot of anxiety and depression. I've been seeing a therapist. I've been more spiritual with my beliefs now. That's one of the things that helps me throughout the day. We ended up selling the house, I've wanted to go back there to talk to the new owners see if they've been experiencing anything in there. Now. Much later on that the area we were on there was burial ground there. The Pachanga Indians were there. The massacre was there. Not sure if it was in the same vicinity, but they said in that in that area alone, it's a hot bit for paranormal activity. It wasn't just our house going through that. There's a paranormal group on Facebook I follow that's in Temecula. They say that, hey, we were going through some wild stuff also, just to find out that was just a couple of streets away from us. We weren't aware of what we were dealing with and how bad it was. We'd invited a spirit for an entity into that home. It backfired on us. You can share your own story by going to true scarystory dot com, or you can also get in touch with us through our Instagram and TikTok at our youth her name at scary dot fm. I'll leave my contact information in the description of this episode as well. If you want to get in touch. You can share this story with someone who might like it. And if you want to listen without ads, check out Scary plus again links to everything, or in the description of this episode. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone. Let see us soon.