Pretty soon she changed her focus, and was centering her questions on the spirit. She began by asking, "Do you think I’m sexy?" The pointer then moved to the word "Yes." Then she asked, "Would you make love to me if I let you?" Once again, the pointer moved to the word, "Yes." I tried to tell Rosie that her questions were bothering me, but she would not pay attention to me. She continued asking her nasty questions. Her last question was, "Will you make love to me tonight?" The pointer moved to the word "Yes." Then it moved in her direction and pointed at her. This was enough for me. I removed my fingers from the board and told Rosie I did not want to continue. She just laughed at me and said, "This is all make believe. There ain’t any spirits." I answered, "Maybe so, but I'm scared, I want to stop." Rosie said, "This is all a bunch of shit. There's no such thing. This spirit can go to hell!" I placed the Ouija Board back in the box and once again placed it out of sight. We walked back to the porch and soon after Rosie left for her home. Around 10 p.m., everyone in our house went to bed.

I couldn't get Rosie's questions out of my memory. Soon I drifted off to sleep. At 11:30 p.m. our phone rang. My mother came into my room to say that Rosie wanted to talk to me and that it sounded urgent. I grabbed the phone and could hear Rosie crying hysterically, "Becky, come over now! Please, please help me. The thing is inside me!" I said, "God, what happened?" She exclaimed, "The spirit, it's inside me!" I said I would be at her home in a few minutes.

I asked my mother to drive me to her home.

On the way to Rosie's house, I explained everything to my mother. She was very upset with what we had done and began to pray. We didn't know what we would encounter once we arrived at Rosie's house. Nearing her home, we noticed many lights on in the house. I walked up to her house and Rosie's mother welcomed us. Her mother was confused and uncertain about what had happened to her daughter. Before I could explain, I noticed Rosie sitting on their couch, crying and rocking back and fourth. She was covered in perspiration. I put my arms around her. "Rosie," I asked, "What happened?" After taking a few moments to compose herself, she began her story.

"I was asleep in my bed. Then something woke me up. I felt like opening my eyes, and when I did, I saw this man standing at the foot of my bed. I never saw him before. I asked him, "Who are you? Don’t get any closer to me." He took a few quick steps and before I knew it, he had his body on top of me! I tried to move and to scream, but I was unable to move or make a noise. I could feel him over me, but he was weightless. I felt his beard and his breath and, when I looked at his eyes, they had no whites. They were just big black circles! I was able to breathe, but I couldn't talk. I closed my own eyes, knowing then this was something evil. I was so terrified. I felt him having sex with me, and even though there were blankets between us, I still felt everything. It felt like over an hour had past. Then slowly he started to fade away and the sensation of him on top of me left. I immediately began to cry, and my mother came into my room. I told her what had happened, and she took all the blankets and sheets off my bed and threw them outside. That's when I called you to come over. I'm so sorry about