When I was about 17 years old, I had gone to sleep over at my friend's house. She told me she had been playing her ouija board all week with her Mom and her brother. I was very skeptical about the stories she told me, because I couldn't even believe that the board could move by itself.
Anyways, she asked me if I wanted to try it. I laughed as she placed three chairs in front of the board. I sat in the middle, my friend's Mom sat to my left and my friend sat on my right. I placed my hands on the board. Laughing, I asked to speak with Ouija, asking questions about the spirit's past. I cannot remember everything I asked because I am now 29 years old, but I remember asking what was Ouija's mother's name was and what she died from.
The board answered that she died in a car accident. So right there, I was very skeptical as a previous question I had asked to the board (or Ouija) was about the date of birth of his mother and it had answered: year fourteen hundred and (something). So I laughed and said: "Yeah right, and what type of car was she driving in those days!?"
It answered: -RED CONVERTABLE. I laughed at the board.
At this point, my friend's Mom called it quits and went to the kitchen counter (in front of the kitchen window) to dry the dishes, so the chair next to me was now empty. So I went on, asking questions to Ouija or whatever spirit I was talking to: "What was your Mommy like?" I asked. It answered: -BITCH.
I said: "Where is she now?" (expecting Heaven as an answer). It answered: -SITTING NEXT TO YOU.
I looked down at the empty chair right next to mine with chills running through my body. I laughed (fake) and said sarcastically: "Oh yeah? What colour are her eyes?". It answered: -RED. My smile dropped. While I sat there, frozen with fear, the board continued by itself: LOOK OUTSIDE.
Before I even got up from my chair, my friend's Mom said with a curious tone of voice: "There's a car moving slowly in front of the house". So all three of us went on the porch to satisfy our curiosity about who was was passing by (because in this small village, on this dead end street, it was not common to have unfamiliar cars drive by).
Well, to my great suprise (I am aware that this can sound over-exagerated, but I swear it's true) there was a red convertible moving slowly by itself on the street in front of the house. Even though we tried to calm ourselves down to a state of 'reason' by telling ourselves that we must have seen it wrong, it was still true. Three of us saw the same thing: a red convertible moving slowly in front of the house with no driver in it.
We told each other that we must have seen incorrectly and that eventually managed to calm us down a bit. Besides, we had to have seen wrong! Then my friend's Mom promised she was going to get rid of the board by burning it in the furnace. She moved towards the table where the board was, with the intention of putting it back into its box, but as she moved forward, it violently slid right off the table and slid across the kitchen floor till it hit the bottom of the kitchen counter. I ran out!!!!!!!!!!
Later that month, I met my friend's Mom at the mall. She told me that she had burned the board.
I do not think the session we had that day was ever closed. All I know is that after I moved away to college, I found out that the house was sold for 'pennies'.
I really have had a hard time writing my story without being disturbed in every way. I've made the effort for innocent poeple who don't know about ouija boards. I was eating a bowl of canned peaches when I started to write this down, but evey time I put both hands on the keyboard to type, my spoon flips over. My husband is watching and is not very amused!
I hope you will find someone who has a rational explanation for all of this.
In the meantime, please do me a favor: warn people that ouija boards can be dangerous.