First and last time playing with a ouija board

My name is Lenore, and yes my mother loves Edgar Allan Poe 😀 I have to say this fast because I tried writing this and realized there is a limit on the amount of text allowed here so I’ll try to keep all the important details in whilst still saying the story in a shorter format.
When I was 13, me and my only best friend who we’ll called Naomi decided to play with a ouija board. Don’t judge us ok we were dumb f*cks we know it okey enough. Basically, we played even though my grandmother had always told me not to do it, I know most of you will be skeptical about it but I’ve learned to live with it. She was a witch and now the grimoire is passed down to me, it runs in the family, and she always told me not to play with the board because ‘we aren’t those types of witches’, but I did it anyway because I had a crush on Naomi at the time (I’m gay btw). We played and nothing happened for a while, but after 10 minute she started calling out for a certain demon who’s name begins with a ‘Z’ and ends with a n ‘O’ (if you know, you know.) I damn near killed her when she gave him PERMISSION to enter one of us, and that’s when the planchette started to move.
It only spelt out random things like ‘tree’ or ‘spoon’ and Naomi found this for some reason funny. But I sh*t you not, her face could not have turned more whiter when the board, clear as day in perfect English spelt out ‘hard to laugh, when no tongue’. She screamed ‘f this’ and ran to my room, not saying goodbye and leaving me to do it. As a witch, I have a natural sense of spirits, entities and other energies, and when she ran upstairs I felt a huge weight being lifted sort of out of the room and away from me. I said goodbye and threw the homemade paper board into the trash after ripping it up when I heard her yell my name from upstairs. She was standing in front of my room door, looking at it closed. I came up to her, and soon noticed that on my white door the name of the infamous demon had been scratched deep into the wood.
I got angry and scolded her for doing this, that it wasn’t funny. Her look changed from anger to pure fear in 0.3 seconds when she whispered ‘you didn’t do this?’ I had never been so afraid in my life, I swear up and down neither one of us did that, I made her swear too. On that day, she left before my mother came home from work and I felt the presence in the house. I didn’t know what to do, because the whispers, footsteps and someone yelling my name at the morning hours continued for days, but I never confessed to my grandmother.
Here comes the creepiest part. Maybe two or three weeks later, we were having a party at my house and after cutting the cake, I went to lick the knife from the sides, I always do this and never ever has anything happened to me. I go to lick the knife, when I feel a gust of breath on the back of my neck and get spooked. I ended up licking the knife, on the wrong side and cutting my tongue pretty badly. I’m okay now, but I still have a scar going down the middle of my tongue. I told Naomi that maybe the board got it wrong and meant me, but she laughed and said she didn’t know what I was talking about.
To this day, she refuses to admit we ever played the ouija board, and once when I brought it up, she went into a state of shock for such a long time I thought about calling an ambulance. She never told me of any experiences after we played, only once she mentioned something about recurring nightmares, but even that stopped after a while.
I’m 16 now, and to this day she hasn’t told me what she dreamed of or anything that may have happened. The ouija is not a game, it is not a toy. I wish I believed people that told me, because to this day I lay awake at night hearing footsteps and noises, and I have since moved back to my home country. It stayed with me, and I still get nightmares that leave me screaming. Maybe I’ll share the nightmares in a different post. I know some of you will still play. but please at least think about it, have more smarts than I did. I would take it back immediately. And by the way, when I moved out, Naomi moved into my old house… we don’t talk anymore, she refuses to speak to me about anything.

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I accidentally communicated with aliens using an Ouija board

In my house we have 1 Ouija board in my dusty old attic and we tend to get it out on Halloween for decoration purposes. We have never really used it and on the occasion that we did we were all disappointed that we could never reach over and contact any spirit on the other side. I never really believed in ghosts or demons and to me the world is a simple formula of biological organisms that live and then die. Then our dead bodies rot and decays till we are nothing but dust. I have a bleak view of the world and in the end we all turn to dust and some creatures may last longer like rats and maggots, but they too will all die.

Death is such an interesting topic and I am not sure how long humans have lived on this planet but death has always been something of a question mark that even the most intelligent of humans could even begin to answer on deaths nature, philosophically speaking. Any how it was on the day I had been left to look after my house while my wife took our kids to their grandparents. I don’t tend to get the house all to myself and when I was tidying the house I saw the Ouija board in my eldest boys room and he must have gotten it out secretly and started playing with it.

I picked it up and just observing how stupid it looked I decided to give it a go myself and I used a glass cup which was going to act as my pointer on the Ouija board. I spoke out loud in the air and still in my son’s bedroom all of his toys and childish interior started to have this menacing feel to it. Then I could feel heat coming from the glass cup and it actually moved to a letter. It then moved to another letter and the word read ‘hello’

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Hi, so I have a few stories from my collage years living in a dorm. I am Icelandic so I’m
sorry for my English.

I went to this collage in the north of Iceland. Founded in the year 1925 it has a long
history and has most of it’s time been a boarding school of some sort. It has six
buildings, dorms in five of them but only 3-4 of them are used every year.

The first story I have for you from this school is the one that freaks me out the most because I still don’t know the truth about it.

There is a dorm building, called Elfstone, built sometime around or before 1929 that
always had a eerie feeling surrounding it. My first year there, it was closed for students
except for one classroom. Me and my roommate heard of the creepy dorm upstairs in
that building and wanted to check it out. We were on our way somewhere when we saw
the building was open so we grabbed the chance and went inside. We did not take the
course taught in this house so we had never seen inside of it. We quickly found the
staircase leading to the second floor, the ,,creepy” dorm. Walking up the stairs I felt
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I have a lot of creepy stories and had always thought about submitting a story or two.

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Starting year 6 was a breeze for the most part, yeah the work was a little tougher, and especially when it came to maths but it was still an easy start. Over the following weeks everyone started making plans for Halloween, when eventually the day came that I overheard some of the popular kids planning to sneak out and go to the graveyard next to the school. They noticed me looking over and thought to invite me along, I tried get out of it but they weren’t having any of it.

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It was the summer of 2007. My husband, daughter and I had to move from where we were living to a trailer in a very rural community away from my hometown where I grew up. To give you an idea of the area, forest surrounded everything. Our trailer was right next to the only main road. Behind us was a cow field, then 4 other trailers in a line about a half mile away from us. It was a very nice location, and the inside was just what we needed with a 7 year old. But I always had a strange feeling, like something lurking behind my shoulder. I just shrugged it off as being stress from moving away from my hometown to a brand new area.

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I was a teenager when this happened, but I can honestly say I remember it like it happened just a few hours ago. My friend, Bailey and I were staying at her house for the weekend. It just happened to be the weekend that her mother decided to do some spring cleaning and clean out their spare bedroom. As teenagers Bailey and I of course were doing more playing with the things we found than cleaning.

Bailey pulled a box out of the closet and held it up, asking her mother what was inside. Her mother snatched the box out of her hands and told her it was a Ouija Board that her aunt had brought home when she lived there. We shrugged it off and went on with our day. Later that night her dad decided we needed to burn some of the things that had been thrown out. The fire was small and burning normally until her mother threw the Ouija Board in it.

What happened next is something I can only describe as unexplainable. The flames of the fire turned blue and the fire flamed up much higher than before. We stood there looking at each other, all a bit shaken but also glad that it was gone. Eventually the fire burned down and we all settled in for bed. Bailey and I were in the den watching a movie when we heard it, something rattling inside one of the boxes that was to go back into storage.

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I’m 19 now and decided to buy a ouija board. I’ve done a lot of research and even purchased a spirit box. I’m from Massachusetts and live pretty close to the real life conjuring house.

My friend and I both went there, it’s on route 96 on burrivile ri, the house is further back than the barn and it’s blocked off with poles. We went there at 3AM and decided to do the ouija board across the street. I turned the spirit box on too just for the hell of it.

A few minutes into it and we got ZoZo, we both got uncomfortable after the board told us “kill yourself” so we decided to end it there but left my box running. Driving away from the house you could hear my box say, come back. I know what you’re thinking, don’t do it but we did. I parked back in my original spot and the box stopped talking, my car died. My friggin car, I just got it too. At about 330am it turned back on and we noticed handprints on the windows, we tried the ouija again and nothing.

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I’ve always considered myself very sensitive to the paranormal. When I discovered about the Ouija Board, I was 10 and very interested in how it works. I bought it from a toy store and googled how to use it. Then I discovered all the demonic encounters people have had using the ouija board. When I read them, I decided to never use it or open it. The ouija board would sit in the downstairs pantry for years collecting dust, never to be used.

Years later I was a senior in high school. I was the typical depressed teenager, trying to make everyone happy while thinking the usual “nobody will ever know how much I’m hurting inside” nonsense. I had this one friend, whom I’ll call Rachel. Rachel and I have had a rocky one sided friendship. My ex boyfriend (who I really could see myself with in the future at the time) left me for her. And the two of them began dating for two years. My parents would always tell me she was a very flaky friend, but she was the only one who would actually pay attention in school so I kept brushing my parents comments aside and we would hang out at lot during the weekend.

One time my parents were out and Rachel was spending the night. We got hungry and looked for something to eat. As we opened the pantry she discovered the old ouija board. Her eyes instantly lit up and told me “let’s use it!” I instantly told her no, telling her how dangerous ouija boards could be. Rachel has always been a skeptic, despite me telling her my various paranormal encounters as a child.

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My Family’s Paranormal Past

Parinormal encounters must run in my family or something. I’ve heard a ton of stories from most of my family, but I’ll only tell a few.

My mom told me of the time when she, my dad’s sisters, and few cousins of hers played with a ouija borad. This is before my parents were married. So they were hanging out at one of her cousins house and no parents were home, so they thought it would be the perfect time to play the ouija borad they had secretly bought. So they played and asked the normal questions, is any one there, or and whats your name and all that. The plamchette moved and all of them were skeptical at first and my mom got allittle freaked out knowing none of them were moving it. They were all scared so they said good bye and put it away. After they said bye the phone rang but no one was there. They hung up right after it rang again, and again they picked up. After the third time they stopped answering and it continually rang.

Then doors up stair started opening and slamming shut. They desire to throw away the borad and it stopped but after half an hour it started agian and they found the borad in same exact place they played with it. They researched it and it said to burn it and they did. They took it out side and threw it in the fire pit and burned it. While it burn a blood curdling scream rang out from the flames. That was the last time she ever played with a ouija borad. She is a really religious person and unlike most parents, belived me when I told her my story.

Next my older brother was about 5 years old at the time. He woke up one morning to my great grandmother sitting at the end of his bed. She said to him “Don’t worry, I’m with Jesus now. “. He ran down stairs and told my mom. She thought he was just dreaming, but latter that evening she got a phone call from the hospital ,that my great gram was staying in, that she died at about 4am that morning of cancer. My mom looked at my brother in tears as she remebered what he told her thatorning.

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