Hi, my name is Jennifer. I used to play with the Ouija board and will never play it again. Me, my best friend, and her sister started watching these Ouija videos. We were a bit scared, but we still wanted to try it out to see if it really works. We made our own board and printed out instructions. We started asking if anyone was here. There was no answer. We stopped after trying about 27 times.

We then found out that there was a Buddha in the drawer. So we decided to try it outside at the back of the house. It worked, a little bit. First we talked to a demon called David. We asked him many questions, like how he died, and if he was a good spirit. When we tried asking him how old he was. We didn't even have time to finish the question and then he answered '666' we were so shocked that my best friend went to the 'Goodbye' sign without saying anything she ran away. She came back and then we played again. This time it was a girl. Her name was Dara. We asked how old she was. but it was unclear. All we know is that she wrote a 4 and then a 5,6, or 7. We asked her if she was 47, then my best-friend started laughing, and it was not even her laugh! She than rolled over the ground still laughing. Her sister ran away. I was so scared I ran with her. we then went back to see where my best-friend was. We saw her sitting there crying and saying: 'Why did you leave me alone?' We just took the board and the glass cup and walked back together.

A few days after. Her sister came back with a REAL Ouija board this time. It was from Germany. It was so big that we actually started laughing the first time. We weren't allowed at the back of the house anymore so we decided to play on the balcony. When we asked the spirit if anyone was there, it raced to the 'Yes' sign that it fell off the board. We asked if we had better connection from up here. Then it did it again. We spoke to many spirits and found out that there is a master, and that the spirit is inside the board.

We also found a way to tickle it, you just have to tap the pointer. Then one spirit's name was Susanne, which was the exact same name my best friend has. We asked how old it was, and for the last name, and how many sisters she has. It was like there is another life. We asked if there was a Jennifer like me and if I was dead. It said I got skinned alive and hung up in a closet. Just like the Smith sisters. Another spirit said that the master wanted to kill Susanne and train her. It said she had a special power, and when we find out what it is they are going to take her. That's why we don't play it anymore.

There were also some funny spirits, and cute ones too. One boys name was Daniel, he was 3 years old and died because he fell off the stairs. He said he misses his mom. When we asked him how he died he actually went off the board. Then we figured out that he didn't like to spell. Then there was another boy who said his name is Google. We asked where he came from he said internet. Then we asked what language he talks, he said Wikipedia. After we talked to him we found out that heaven is just like the normal world. And that it has streets and cities and countries. But they don't have the same names. What they actually did was put two real street names together. And that would be a heavenly street. The board said that Ouija wont work for anyone anymore without Susanne for the whole world. 

Is My Life a Demonic Love Story? 

Shivers up my spine, ear drums tortured with the booms, pops, and shrieks which bloom from the night, and objects moving, sometimes even manipulating themselves without any given explanation. These are just some of the experiences I've encountered since the duration of 2011. All of these hellish events began January of 2011, a few months after moving to care take a house in Yakima, WA. Before the move, I had lived in Oregon. I have seen things all my life, but nothing ever this sinister.

During this month, my step sister and I began to sense something dark, and she received a Ouija board for her birthday, so it seemed like perfect timing to get to the bottom of things. We were wrong.

The whole family sat around the table lit by candlelight, and began using the board. Answers were swift, and we found we were speaking to a six year old girl named Lucy. She had apparently been the child of a family of servants who had once served the owner of the property. This man, who we would later learn went by the name of Holtzinger, raped her mother and then proceeded to kill her because she was pregnant with his child. The rest of the servants, including Lucy, came down with a disease, and died shortly thereafter.

All of these responses sickened us, but we were glad for the information. However, a dark force came over us then, and the temperature dropped. And we asked who we were speaking to, and it was Holtzinger. He never threatened us, just played mind games. We never used the board at that house again. After using the board, however, we would hear screams on the property, loud footsteps up and down our wood floored hallway nightly, mumbling outside our bedroom window, and lastly, a night which we would never forget. Some unseen force locked my step sister, our best friend, and me in our room by pushing from he outside of the door whenever we would try to escape. Lights flickered in our room, stuffed animals flew off of our bed, noises were in the walls, and a figure could be seen periodically while we were imprisoned. Things of lesser importance occurred after that night, but every time they happened the same feeling of dread swept over me.

Last summer, we ended up moving two miles away from that house. Everything appeared ordinary, and the feeling of suffering lifted.

That is until July. It was my dad's turn to have me this last summer, so I stayed at his house with my older brother. One night, at a sleep over with his girlfriends, they created a homemade Ouija board, and persuaded me to try. (Which I now regret). We began talking to a spirit named Rex, and he said "Kit is a cutie." He then proceeded to explain that he was in love with me, and that he would do anything to have me dead so I could be with him forever. We put the board away swiftly that night. Nothing paranormal happened for a few weeks until once again, me, my best friend Sammy, and my brother created a Ouija board, this time focusing on what Rex wanted. Rex began explaining to us through the board that I must die because I am his soul mate, and that he would kill me with "many cuts and scratches." He also went on to say that he would murder my exes, and my current boyfriend to get to me. A few moments after this was said, A large scratch was dug into my left shoulder, and it keeps reappearing to this day. Once again, we put the board away. That was the last time I messed with a board, but Sammy continued. 

She found out that not only is Rex after me, but a group of spirits (or demons), named Raziekiel, Rey, Matt, Ian, Brendon, and Tyler. However along with this group are Lucy, and a friend of mine and Sammy's who committed suicide in April. These two are trying to protect me it seems.

Now, my friends are being tormented. My brother is plagued with figures, my step sister is feeling dread, Sammy is seeing things move and hearing nails tapping and voices, our friend Kara is having dreams about horrific deeds which are coming true (for example, she dreamt her mom's best friend had a miscarriage and it proceeded to happen), our friend Josephine has a man come into her room at night and mess with her music, and I have a sense that a presence is with me, and have been having dreams myself. 

I'm not sure if any of my friends' experiences intertwine with Rex and the crew, but it's very coincidental.

The dreams I have been having however involve me talking to a fortune teller of some sort with raven black hair. She always shows me a card with a white background, two black snakes intertwining, and a number 6 in the upper left-hand corner. I've been told that this means death, but I'm not sure. This dream is reoccurring.

Also, bits and pieces of the first Ouija board my step sister and I used back at the previous house have began showing up on my floor, even though we disposed of it months ago.

And one last thing to add to the mix, my dad's friend once went into our previous house after leaving five minutes before, and found two voodoo dolls lying in the middle of the living room.

I am a young girl, and I do not have much experience with these things. I fear for myself, but I mostly fear for the lives of my friends and family, because I feel as if they've been drug along on this roller coaster. Please comment if you have any insight on the dreams or anything, if you can relate, if you recognize any of the spirits names, anything. Even a stab in the dark, I just need something to hold on to

My Ghost Story 

It all started out innocently enough. I am still taken by strange feelings once in a while, and it might take many years for it to stop, maybe not, I'm not sure. Only time will tell, but I must, I have to tell my story, and let it out of my chest because I still hear the noises that haunt me everywhere I go, and they always come in threes. If I tell my story, it might stop, and give me some peace. I never sit near windows in airplanes, trains, restaurants or offices, though. I avoid windows the most I can--especially at night. I wish the noises would end, but they never do. I wonder if they ever will. I guess that sometimes it's impossible to stop the river of life. 

I had just arrived at Colegio Bennett Girl's Camp on a Friday afternoon, in the year of 1969. My friends and I had come in a big, white and noisy bus all the way from Rio de Janeiro, and up towards the Alto da Tijuca woods. The bus had parked under an enormous Jake tree. I was immediately enveloped by its long, thick branches and inviting coolness the moment I got off. Strangely enough, I also felt a chill run through my body but I thought it was the excitement in the air, and the idea of being away from my mother's overbearing presence.

Panela, Katia, Sichel, Baby, Luisa and I met in our cottage room. We had made a special request weeks ago: to be placed together in the same room, or we wouldn't sign up for girl's camp. We were best friends. Our school wanted to make ends meet that year, so that wasn't a problem. We were inseparable, like magnets, stuck to one another, and we had no secrets ... until that weekend. We unpacked, folded our clothes in the large shelves and got ready for dinner. 

While my friends talked and gossiped, I remember looking out of the window for a long time--without knowing that this would be the last time that I would be able to come close to one, and I admired the outside view while I saw my own reflection. I pushed my long, blond hair back, lifted my brown, Ray-Ban sunglasses and peered at my green eyes. A lost sun ray fought through the trees and through the window's glass which made me close my eyes for a few seconds. I was happy then, and didn't know it.

After dinner, and right after the Grand Meeting in mess hall, we returned to our room. We wanted to undress and gossip some more in our pajamas. The orange yellowish moon grew in size over the dark lake, across from our cottage. My bed was a top one, so I could follow the moon's lazy walk along the dark sky and see it make its way through the shiny stars. I also observed the growing signs of fog crawling over the cat tails alongside the long lake, and I thought of goblins and gnomes, fairies and leprechauns dancing, playing, flying and searching for pots of gold under big mushrooms. Would rainbows be seen tomorrow? I needed better days in my life.

"Christina! Stop daydreaming. Look what I brought!" Panela said while removing something from her red duffel bag.

"What, Panela?" "Stop calling me Panela. My name is P-a-m-e-l-a." "No can do. Panela it is. Just as Consuelo is Baby and Christine is Sichel. I am the only Christina in this group. I am the Captain, remember!"

"Yes, Captain, my Captain!" Pillows landed on my head, and we giggled and laughed until tears rolled down our cheeks. They sat on the red carpet around Panela and curiously looked at the package. Panela unwrapped it slowly. Heads touched while I tried to see what was lying in front of them, mysterious and dark--staring at us with hungry eyes. My heart missed a beat. "An Ouija board! Panela, you brought an Ouija board to girl's camp?"

"Why, yes. Why not? I thought it would be fun."

"Panela ... you know how I feel about these things ... you know that I 'feel' strange things besides, this is not a toy ... there are dangers involved with the playing of the spirits."

"Oh, come on, Christina. Let's give it a try!" Baby said while her eyes were glued to the letters and numbers imprinted on the strange board. She stretched out her hand but she was scared to touch it; it looked awake.

"Please", Luisa asked, touching the board. "Let's play."

"Come on", Sichel and Katia pleaded, pushing me towards the floor and forcing me to sit on a pillow. They gathered around me, caressing my hair and massaging my shoulders. "Please."

"Okay, okay, okay, but only this time because it's a downright--bad mojo."

"Why?" Sichel asked.

"Because ... a spirit board is a point of connection with the 'other side', the dark side, that's why. It's dangerous to communicate with the ... dead."

"But that's why I brought it. You are a Medium. You know ‘things'. You see ‘things'. It will be fun, besides, we are protected--you're here. You are the strongest. You once said--and I remember it so well--that the Gods only tested the strongest, remember?. So, that's that." Panela insisted.

"Well ... alright, but we stop when I say so, hear me?"

We sat on the carpet forming a circle; the Ouija board in the center. We heard the branches scratch the roof, and we laughed nervously. The room was cold, probably because of the high ceiling, stone and timber floors, and the open spaces. Luiza had a coughing attack, and Sichel started to giggle. I looked at them, angrily. No one dared talk, not anymore, not until I started. I took a deep breath. I looked outside of the window. It was becoming darkly overcast. I stood up. I turned off the one light bulb hanging from the ceiling after lighting a vanilla scented candle I had brought with me. I sat among them again while they followed all my moves with nervous eyes. I stared at the Ouija board in that old cottage in the middle of the woods, and wondered why I was doing this. I didn't know why--but I went ahead. While listening to the sound of rain, to my friend's deep breathing, and to the creaking floorboards, I finally said: "I am here, asking permission to the mysterious planes, to the higher levels, to the good spirits and to all the elements around and above to allow us to enter the spiritual world. Ouija board ... we ask you: is anybody out there, listening to me--to us? Is anybody out there who wishes to communicate with us, tell us something or send a message? Do come in peace." 

"Is anybody out there who wants to ask something?"

"Is anyone there? Answer me."

"Is there a spirit out there that needs help?"

Suddenly ... the pointer moved a tiny bit, shaking the board--causing an electric shock on our fingers--making us scream and jump from the pillows. Rain started to fall over the roof and pour down the cottage. We came closer to one another; not daring to move away from the Ouija board. It attracted us like magnet; eerie and full of mysterious symbols, scary.

"Is anyone out there?"

The pointer moved again, slowly, from the letter y to e, then to the letter s and spelled out the word Y-E-S. 

"Panela, don't cheat!", Katia said, blushing with anger.

"I am not cheating, I swear", Panela said nervously.

"Then who ... is doing this?", Luiza asked.

"I'm scared", Baby whispered.

"Me too", Sichel moaned.

"Who's there?" I demanded. I needed answer to this dilemma, but I should have stopped then.

I-A-M, the pointer slowly spelled.

"Who--who are you?" I asked.

L-B.

"Where--are you from, L. B.?" I asked, curious.

F-R-O-M-T-H-E-L-A-K-E, the pointer spoke from the board.

"Panela... I swear, if this is you...", Sichel whispered.

"I am NOT doing this! I swear! Is it YOU, Christina?"

"Of course NOT! This IS happening. I know ... I feel it. It's a sad presence, hovering over us. I mean it. It's ... maybe ... evil but I'm not sure; not this time. I wonder why, but it's wet, heavy, and I want to stop this ... right now!"

N-O, the pointer spelled out, almost flying, from letter to letter; this time, faster. N-O, again. The branches scratched the roof again. The door shook because of the wind. A dog barked in the distance, or was it a wolf? I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I got goose bumps. Panela and Luiza held my knees and Baby, always independent and tough, looked at me for guidance and help. Sichel's eyes were wide open. Katia just sat there; lips trembling. I had to understand what was going on, so I insisted.

"Give me a proof, but don't use the Ouija board."

Silence. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest. I could hear the raindrops falling over the lake. I could...

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

We immediately looked at the window. We knew that the knocks had come from the window, but from outside--not inside! We knew this, but outside was ... wet, cold, and muddy. Nobody was ... outside ... but the feeling of being stared at from behind us and from the sides was so intense that I had to keep looking around to make sure that nobody was actually there. Was it the rain, the wind? What was it?

Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. Three times.

We screamed and held each other's heads, forming a compressed Circle of Sisters--a Sisterhood of very scared friends that wouldn't move one inch, or it would destroy our forces, our innermost strength. We sat there forever--holding each other's arms, holding our hands until our arms became numb, and our fingers became white. Finally, I took a deep breath once more. I was in charge. I had to know my answers to this puzzle. I should have stopped; prayed. I didn't. The spiritual side of me was my destruction, or was it my courage?

"Was that you, L. B.?"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Do it again, if it's really you, L. B.", I insisted.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Three times, again ... unbelievable.

At this point, we had been staring at the window--six pairs of wide-opened eyes looking at a window full of raindrops rolling down the glass. We knew it was L.B., not anybody or ... anything else. We knew it was a person's spirit, but not sure it was a good or an evil one. Yet, we were aware that we were in real trouble. We sensed that we had gone too far. A tingle ran up my spine. This was a bizarre nightmare, but as I was leading the seance, I had to do something, but ... what? What? WHAT?

Knock. Knock. Knock. Again. A lightning crossed the dark sky, and not too far from the girl's camp. Panela, Katia, Luiza, Sichel and Baby looked at me with frightened, begging eyes. "Do something, Christina, please."

"Spirit, depart. I demand that you leave this place. Depart, L. B. I demand. We want no more to do with you. Depart, NOW and do NOT come back! I command you L. B., in the name of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, GO NOW!"

The pointer jumped in the air, fell heavily on the Ouija board and spelled out the letters N-O. Stillness in the air. I heard Sichel moan. Baby gasped and Luiza cursed. Panela covered her mouth with trembling hands. The pointer moved furiously, and--very slowly, spelled out the letters H-E-L-P-M-E. Tears rolled down my eyes, and I felt as if I was drowning, gasping for air. I started to tremble violently then I stopped. I was pushed forward, but ... by whom? Panela jumped up and hit my back with her hands, and shook me. I was shivering. Katia was crying. I was crying. "Christina, you look ... blue! Breathe! Please, breathe!", Panela said, shacking me violently. "Breathe!" I did, deeply, greedily. My chest ached, and I coughed loudly ... my body felt cold and numb.

The rain was still coming down, and in droves. I looked at my friend's pale faces and stretched my hands out to them. They immediately held mine and we formed a little human mass of shacking bodies. I lifted my head upwards and spoke to the air, to the room, to the ghosts and spirits around us. "I demand, L.B. that you leave us, leave me and this place ... NOW! Go in peace. Let us be. We--I cannot help you, L. B., and I demand, go now! Be in peace." I closed the "meeting" with 7 prayers, asking the spirits to bless the room and protect us from evil, and from the unknown. 

A chilling gush of wind rushed its way around the room, moving through our hair and through our hearts, but we just stood there, strong and fierce in our determination; one thought, one mind, one presence. Silence. No more noises, no more knocks. 

I blew the candle off. I turned the light on. I stood up and urged Panela to immediately collect the spirit board and the pointer, wrap and throw them in the duffel bag. We watched her do this in silence. Baby opened the door. Katia grabbed the bag and threw it outside. It landed on a puddle of water and mud, splashing dirt on the steps of the cottage. Sichel slammed the door. Luiza, pale and trembling, gasped; eyes wide open. Quietly, as if they had read my mind, we rearranged the pillows on the carpet, put some covers on the floor, lied down, covered one another with the blankets and fell asleep, without uttering one single word; holding our hands.

When I woke up my blood froze in my veins. The duffel bag, wet and muddy, was inside the room--challenging us with its unwanted presence. I screamed, waking my friends up--horrified by my wild cry. We sat there; staring. Sichel, who was always the last one to make up her mind, put her jeans, jacket and tennis shoes on and looked at us. We did the same. After we were ready, we grabbed the duffel bag, making sure that each one held part of its material and straps. Panela opened the door. We walked down the stairs together, stepping on the wet grass and walking towards the big garbage can, near the mess hall. We threw it into the can, and it fell inside it with a loud thud. We turned away, never looking back. Another dog barked in the distance, and birds scattered over the trees, unsettled by the noise. It was very early in the morning. No one saw us. We never said a word. Panela never claimed the duffel bag. We never checked to see if it was still there. We never talked about it; never again.

The duffel bag was never seen after that nor were we disturbed by noises, chills or shadows in the darkness of the room. Each day went by without disturbances, and by the end of the next week we had forgotten all about the event. Still, sometimes, we would read each other's troubled expressions. I put the event in the darkest corner of my mind.

My father and my uncle picked me up at girl's camp. I wasn't surprised to see that my mother hadn't come. I confess that I envied Panela, Katia, Sichel, Luiza and Baby while I saw them leave with their parents, after we hugged. Some families were so complicated. Why was mine, too? Why me? Life could be so boring. My life needed to change.

While I sat in the back seat of the car, I wondered about the steps I needed to take in my life in order to follow my path. I needed somehow, someway, to change my life soon, or I'd be doomed to be like my mother. I needed a force to start and overcome the fears of my future. I needed to seek to be better than I was, or simply accept my destiny; understand the world. I was still young--I had a life ahead of me; great expectations. I had once read that the world has a soul and that anyone capable of understanding that soul could understand the language of all things. Endless horizons... What would be of me in this universe? My whole body was overcome by a genuine sadness, like a virus. I felt heavy.

I saw the dark woods in the distance from inside the car. I noticed a deeper, distant part of the lake somehow untouched by daylight. I wondered how deep it was. Endless possibilities ahead for me ... but first I needed to see ahead of myself. All energy and all knowledge came from the same unknown source but we didn't always notice them. Why not? Which crossroads should I follow? I was so--cold. I coughed. My throat felt tight. I had to think about my future. I needed to train my eyes as they were made to see more than one thought. It was so cold inside the car. I was trembling. Was I courageous enough to find my life's answers? The really important meetings were planned by our souls long before our bodies met and ... 

My thoughts stopped when I noticed the window fogging up, as if hot breath had been blown on the glass, next to where I was sitting; while the car sped on the endless highway. I wanted to close my eyes, and escape, but I already knew what was coming. I had felt the presence. I just sat there ... waiting for the inevitable. As I watched with fear, an invisible finger slowly, and carefully drew two large letters in the dripping moisture that had formed; right from outside the cold window ... L. B. ... and then ...

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Nightmares About A Ouija Board 

I started having nightmares about a Ouija board. In the nightmare, I was with my best friend Heidi, and we sat in my room playing the Ouija board, and the indicator started moving, we asked the ghost what its name was, and it told us George. Then I kept having the same dream over and over again, so I decided to buy myself a Ouija board, and that same day I invited Heidi over, we started playing it in my bedroom, and we asked what is your name, the indicator moved telling us its name was George, I started freaking out. I quickly told my friend to move the indicator with me to the goodbye.. and I shut the board.

She was weirded out and asked what was my problem, and I told her about the dreams. We both were scared, in fact very scared. So we decided to go to the church and get the priests blessings. I also got the priest to come and bless the house as well.

After this day I never thought of going near a Ouija board again. So I locked my Ouija in the basement in a locked cupboard. And a year or so later, me and Heidi were in my room talking and chatting on Facebook like normal teenagers do, when the Ouija board appeared on the screen of my laptop out of NO where. I started screaming and smashed the laptop and luckily our parents believed us and took us to see a counselor to talk about our experiences. And not long after we moved out of the house and got the Ouija board destroyed professionally. 

A creepy doll 

I have a terrifying story about an ouija board. I got a call from my cousin who said that he, his brother, his dad, and his best friend were using an ouija in their basement. Prior to starting they took a large porcelain doll out of the room because it was creepy and placed it in an adjacent room face down on a pile of towels. My cousin took a short break because the board was just spouting nonsense and he went to take a shit. His dad and brother and friend started asking the board questions without him, one of the questions was who is in the other room? It just started spouting random numbers and when my cousin came back into the room his brother said that it wasn’t working that they were going to put it away and he showed him the answer to the last question he asked and he said “dude that’s my social security number!, then they started to talk to whatever started spewing answers out, it told my cousin he would die in the air force. At this point they tell the entity they are communicating with to prove itself. It then spelled out the word “DOLL” and they were like wtf. They opened the door to check on the porcelain doll they had laid in the other room and when they opened the door the doll was standing up right in front of the door staring right at them. Everyone freaked and ran out of the house. His best friend burned the ouija board and I think he temporarily went nuts for a few months. My cousin for some reason then joined the air force and is on a base in Europe now.

Home Made Ouija Board 

I remember my older brother told me, him and his friend and friends gf were playing the Ouija board. They made it out of paper is wasn't the best board but it would do and they used a shot glass to read what the board spells.

They both put their hands on the glass and ask "Is there somebody here" the glass slowly moves to yes. Then they ask it what's is your name it spells ZOZO. My brothers friends gets scared and just throw the paper and the glass away.

They both decided to call it a day and my brother thinking he is being haunted tells my mom and she's gives him holy water and says a prayer nothing ever happened to him sense he was just watching, but things are more different for his friend he goes home and decide to Google the demons name ZOZO to find out it was an actual demon.

Later that night he hears voices and strange things start happening like his stuff going missing and his brother telling him that he hears footsteps passing by his door every night this went on for a month or 2 then just disappeared outta nowhere.

Pretty crazy Google ZOZO and see for yourself.

I Don't Think the Spirits Like Me 

My name is Caroline and I am 15 years old. My experience happened to me last summer. I live with my family in a trailer park. We live in one of the nicer, double wide trailers. I have lived here all my life. Me and my younger brother, David, are really into ghost stories and the spirit world and we have been since we were really little. Well David and I were walking around with some of the trailer park kids. We used to call them the Trailer Park Nasties because they never bathed. Since all the kids were younger [Most of them between 6 and 10] it was always fun to go sit In the shade and tell them scary stories and scare the crap out of them. When one of us older kids brought up the subject of the Ouija Board, the younger kids looked at me like I was crazy. They had no clue what a Ouija Board was! So I had to explain what it was to them. After my explanation, one of the boys, Cody, asked if I had one. I shook my head and they all looked pretty disappointed. So I decided we could just make one for ourselves. My younger brother was completely against the idea so he went home, angry as all Hell.

Ouija Board Flying To The Ceiling? 

When I was a child growing up in the 80s I heard stories about an Ouija board flying to the ceiling when my grandma used one as a child. I was intrigued forever after that, until I discovered the true evil within.

In 1991 I had just graduated high school and finally got my hands on an Ouija board. I was skeptical like anyone who never used one. I tried contacting an old friend who had lost his life in a boat accident. I remember asking a question and the answer went to "Y". I didn't know if that meant "why" or "yes" but it seemed real enough to me. It wasn't all that much fun so I stopped, but it didn't.

The next night I stayed with a friend in an upper scale Orange County, CA neighborhood. I'm sleeping on the couch when I hear a strange noise to wake me up. With no clue what it was I waited and listened, there it was again, at the window. I freaked out and ran up to my friends room. He knew I had a history of overreacting so he said don't worry about it and tried going back to sleep, until he then heard it too.

We would eventually turn all the lights on and make a bunch of noise to alert everyone in the house to wake up. When we looked out the window we saw someone running for their car and driving away. It turns out someone was trying to open the locked sliding glass window I was sleeping 5 feet from. With multiple cars in the driveway someone (or thing) tried to break in the loudest way possible. I immediately thought of the Ouija board and how it may have haunted me.

Sure enough I would go on again later to give it another try, this time with a friend. I had a friend still in high school and was over at his house about 10pm, late. We were using the Ouija board and it was giving us random answers neither of us believed much about. I remember having a thought come to my head, "if you're real, prove it." Within 1.5 seconds on a school night his phone started ringing (this was before cell phones by the way). I knew it was weird for him to get a call so late so I waited to see how it would go. He answers, "hello?" Then I hear him say, "helloooo?." Once he said it a 3rd time I realized someone had just called in immediate response to my thought question with nobody on the other line. I immediately picked up the Ouija board and tore it up. I didn't say goodbye, I quit playing and that was that.

I never had any further haunting experiences so maybe ripping it up does the trick. I learned enough about the Ouija board to realize there is really something to its mysticism. Yet, what hides in wait is not necessarily good.

The one other thing I learned is you're not suppose to use the Ouija board by yourself, but 22 years later I'm still here, unhaunted. Yet, I've read enough and know enough of my own stories to understand it's real, what you're reading here is mostly real - at least my stories are.

Spirit Said It's Name Was Hekla 

Here's a Ouija board story for you. It was 2 am on a summer night. A friend and I were just up talking, hanging out; the usual stuff. We were 16/17 years old. We decided to screw around on his sisters Ouija board. Another friend was there as well, but she was on the computer across the basement.

So we start asking questions. We make contact two times. Both times were very normal. We asked generic questions and got answers. It was kind of cool.

We did it a third time. First off, we asked the name. It spelled out "H-E-K-L-A". I thought... "What's Hekla?"

Sounded foreign to me. I told my friend on the computer to look it up for us.

My friend typed it in, and looked back at us. She explained: "Hekla, is literally a volcano in Iceland, but it is thought to be the gateway to Hell." (Also if I recall, Hekla was the name of a demon as well?)

Right then we were super freaked out. We said goodbye to the presence. Unfortunately the presence had other plans. As soon as we finished the sentence, the planchette shot up NO. We repeated and repeated, and it kept hitting NO extremely fast.

Then we stand up, and the planchette starts doing figure eights by itself. We are freaking out at this point, trying to find something to destroy the board with.. 

All of a sudden it goes down to the Goodbye sign. And with a sigh of relief, we put the Ouija board away for the night.

Yes Or Yez Am I In Danger? 

Hello. I'm hoping for some insight... All my life I've felt a presence around me.

A few years back I made a Ouija board and talked to a spirit named "yes" and I didn't think much of it until recently.

I bought a Ouija board and I've come in contact with him again. But his name is Yez. He says he is a demon and that I'm part of him. He tells me he has been with me all my life and is waiting for me to die so he can take my soul with him to Hell.

Every time he talks to me he tells me he loves me. He has been touching me lately. Lightly, gently. Almost like a lover caressing me.

I'm wondering if I should be worried. I feel like he is a part of me, and I don't want to let him go. I might love him too...

I'm just here to see if I'm in danger. I don't think I am. What do you think?