Robbed at Gunpoint

By Amber

This story is more about what happened to my mom. I was 12 years old when this happened. I’m 27 now. My mom used to clean offices at night for extra money. This particular night no one was home at my house. I was with my Uncle volunteering at a local church making Easter candy. When my uncle dropped me off we noticed my mom’s car was parked out front of my house, but the door was still locked and no one was answering. For some background information.

Crazy Customer From Hell Story!

By an anonymous user

To start off, I’m a female, age 26.

I work in the retail business. Anyone who works in or has worked in retail knows you get a lot of different types of people.. and they’re not always good. A little bit of back story, so years ago my ex and I would either have to take a bus or walk to get around. Sometimes my mom would drive us wherever, as we didn’t have a car of our own nor did we have our licenses. Fast track years after, I had well since broken up with that dirt-bag of an ex. For the record, I don’t live across town and I don’t walk where I need to go anymore, I use other sources of transportation. So one day I was working when this tall creepy man around his 50 came in, who also kind of reminded me of ‘slender man’. I’ve seen him a few times in the store and at the moment he was in my line, staring at me.

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I Make Ouija Boards

By An Artist

To tell my ouija board story, there needs to be some context. I make ouija boards, its one of my many hobbies. Not any flimsy, pizza box and sharpie ones, but sturdy wooden ones with calligraphy lettering, inlays and the whole nine yards.

I spend my time on them, making them unique and putting care into each, so I haven’t made many. I’m not sure, but these details may be significant because I have a connection with each board. I believe it’s effected the the way my experiences have gone; if not the connection, the quartz inlay on my first board defiantly did.

My First Time Using a Ouija Board

By HammSlamm

I had played around with different methods of contacting “the other side” since I was very little. My grandmother would encourage those sort of things, but my mother was always very adamant that anything paranormal or not approved by her church was nothing but crazy and required a one way ticket to an insane asylum.

My grandmother always warned me to never use ouija boards. It had something to do with how they are made; I guess because they are made in factories most of the time, or even homemade ones, because you as the user don’t know who made it or how, that can lead to a poltergeist or demonic possession much easier since most don’t know how to properly make and use one. So although I dabbled in other methods whenever I could, I never used a ouija board.

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