Originally posted by: Yoda Is Your Father
It was when I was at university. I lived with 2 guys and two girls, plus myself. One of the guys was my buddy Noel, who I have known since I was about 14 and by chance (or perhaps it wasn't chance...?) ended up going to the same university, getting put in the same dorm and then moved in together. Anyway, my point is this: I trust Noel 100%.
So, Noel and myself, plus Noel's then-girlfriend who was into all that spooky stuff and seemed to know what she was doing, decided to do the ouija board. We managed to convince the 2 girls we lived with (Sarah and Hannah) to join in.
Now, I didn't think anything was gonna happen, but then the bloody coin starts moving. Of course, I thought it was all bullshit and someone (probably Noel) was fucking around. But he denied it and said I was fucking around. The girls also thought we were fucking around. After a few 'converstaions' with 'spirits' I said 'right, who the fuck is moving that coin cos it's not funny anymore', but still noone would admit it. Like I said, I trust Noel, so the girls stopped touching the coin and left just me and him with our fingers on it (and by on it, I mean BARELY touching - not enough to even move the coin, just touching it very very very lightly).
So now it's just me and Noel, with the girl's watching, and we ask if there are any spirits who want to talk, and the coin moves to Yes. I still think Noel is fucking around and he still thinks I am. Then we ask who the message is for, and it spells out 'Sarah'. I still think Noel is fucking around. We ask who the spirit is and it says 'uncle'. By this point, Sarah is clearly scared and me and Noel are both saying 'it's not me'. Sarah asks a few questions and I repeated them for the benefit of the 'spirit' (I can't remeber exactly what the questions were - stuff only she would no, and mainly yes or no stuff) but apparently the spirit got all the answers right. Finally, she told me to ask the spirit his real name, and the coin starts to move. First it goes to B - sarah looks shocked, next it moves to E - Sarah is still looking amazed. Eventually it spells out BERNARD (Which was her dead uncle's name and there is no way me or Noel could know that) and she starts crying. That was too much for me and Noel so we both taook our hands off the coin. Fucked up shit man - to this day Noel swears it wasn't him and I swear it's all real.
I've done a lot of reading on hauntings and this type of stuff for a good portion of my life. Ouija boards are BAD news. They open doors to things, and the doors are not always easily closed.
My father's family were from Pennsylvania, both my grandparents were born in 1908. Very old-school Irish coal-mining family. They moved to southern New England in about 1942. There used to be a lake in our town that is now closed off. My father and his friends would swim in this lake when they were in their early teens. One of my dad's friends had some mental problems and as a result was very....developmentally slower than everyone else. One day during the summer the boy's mother and my dad's mother were talking at my grandparent's house and the boy's mom had just had to pay a lot of money for major car repairs, and their luck in general was bad. In a fit of anger the woman looked to the sky and said "What MORE can you take from me??". Later that day, her boy drowned in the lake. My dad was only 12 I think, and he actually went into the water to retreive him. My dad kind of looked out for the boy, and before he went swimming he turned to my dad and said "I'll see you soon, friend" and my dad never saw him alive again. To this day, and he's 69 now, he gets tears in his eyes when he thinks of it. Here's the real rub:
A few years after it happened, the boy's mother and my grandmother decided to use a ouija board to try to speak to him. During the session contact was established, and the mother asked what happened. The response was "I got tired". This immediately freaked them out and they stopped using it. My grandmother had a rocking chair in her living room. The same night the board was resting against this chair. My grandparents were awakened from a sound sleep by noise and they went in to the living room and saw the chair rocking back and forth rapidly. My grandfather didn't belive in ANYTHING supernaturual, however he was sufficiently frightened to break the board in half then burn it that same night.
Very, very scary. Please, don't anyone use one of those damn things!!
). But I wouldn't use t, I would hire someone to use it, and then ask him how it was. If I used it myself, by the time I got my first "hello" from a dead guy I would scream and turn the thing out of the plug. "Gaaah that was too scary! Why did I build that damn thing!?"
