Here’s the first page of four for my comic for the object head zine! While the kickstarter looks like it won’t make it, we still will be going ahead to print the book with our own money. If you’re interested in a copy you can sign up for the mailing list of when the book is publicly released. Follow the tumblr for more info! There’s a lot of really cool talent in the zine!
My traveling mini altar for the witch on the go inspired by feather-set I made mine out of a ouija board mint tin.
- white and black candle
- matches with striker glued to lid
- Quartz and amethyst crystal
- red string
- safety pin
- rose thorns
- 3 mini jars one has sea salt not sure what I’m going to put in the other two yet I think lavender and rosemary
- I made a mini planchette for the ouija board
- and I made the little earth air fire water spirit circles that are also magnets!
I had my first Ouija board experience a couple of months ago, and I’ve never touched one since.
My mom has always been very stern about Ouija boards. Even though she’s not a believer in the paranormal, she always was very uncomfortable when bringing up her experience with it as a kid. She used to play it with her friend for fun, but she had unfortunate experiences of her own and she hasn’t played with one since, but that’s another story to be told.
When my sister and I began to fascinate with the paranormal, we both wanted to buy an Ouija board. I was very hesitant to buy it, but what could a cheap old plastic board you buy from a book store do?
I never played it when my sister did in the beginning because I was very paranoid of what could happen, and usually playing with our friends, I knew they’d try to freak us out.
One day, my sister asked if I wanted to play it. Of course very hesitant, I said yes. I knew my sister would try to mess with me and scare me, so I didn’t take it too seriously.
We both placed our fingertips on the planchette and and waited for “something” to happen. Moments later, nothing was happening, and I was honestly a bit disappointed (since I love being scared tbh)
Here’s what we asked when the planchette began to move:
Q: Is anyone here with us?
Few moments later…
I thought my sister moved it, so again,
I didn’t take it too seriously.
Q: How many spirits are with us?
At this point, I was a bit worried.
Q: What is your name(s)?
I thought that we had moved it a bit on our own, so we asked it’s name(s) again.
Q/ What is your name(s)?
Q: How did you die?
Q: Were you murdered?
We began to get a little brave.
Q: Are you evil-Yes or no?
We immediately closed the session. That day, I had an overwhelming sense of fear and anxiousness. Since that experience, I hadn’t played with it again, and I definitely don’t want to.
I know this story isn’t as exhilarating as others, but i thought id share my mild-creepy story!