MOST PARANORMAL INVESTIGATORS today advise against the use of the Ouija as a harmless pastime or game. There are too many instances, they say, of negative feelings and unwanted phenomena. The skeptics maintain that these sometimes frightening experiences are nothing but the result of over-stimulated imaginations, and that the stories told are of events that are imagined or greatly exaggerated. Those who lived the experiences, however, usually refuse to accept this explanation. What they saw, heard and felt was quite real to them.
So who is right? Both, perhaps. Those who study and explore the "psychic," or the power of the mind, understand that the imagination - focused and amplified by the intensity and emotions of a Ouija session - can possibly produce physical phenomena. Or it can convince the mind that such phenomena are taking place. In any case, it's not a thing that should be taken lightly, as it is so often by pre-teen and teenage girls at sleepovers, hoping to find out which boy in class likes them. Angela G. had a sleepover like this with some of her close friends. But their innocent questions soon produced the unexpected...
The Clear Message
- At exactly 12:00 p.m. we starting communicating with the board. At first we asked stupid silly questions, but then we stared getting more serious. My friend that brought the Ouija came to the party late because she was coming from her uncle's funeral. When we asked for the spirit's initials, it spelled the ones of her uncle. I personally thought it was one of my friends playing a joke on me, so I put the Ouija board to the test. I told the spirit that all of us would go out of that room for about three minutes. When we would come back in, I told it, I wanted to see a sign that there was really a spirit talking to us. So we left the room. A few minutes later, I made sure I was the first one back in that room. Boy did that spirit hear our message: The empty dishes were all turned upside down. (We were holding the séance in the kitchen)... a box of mints were all over the floor in the shape of a star... all of the cupboards were open... it was very, very cold... we noticed that if you drew a line from point to point where all the things were misplaced, it formed a star. (Read the complete story.)
Steve and his friends found a Ouija board that had been thrown out with someone's trash. They came to know, perhaps why it had been thrown out and wished they had left it by the dumpster. Steve is a scientist and was eager to show his friends what nonsense the Ouija board is. But the Ouija had its own ideas when he had his college friends placed their hands on the board...
The Voice
- It immediately began spelling Latin (which my friend knew) and he understood something I still don't know. He turned flush white and refused to play anymore. It continued to spell out details, and my other friends became frightened and took their hands off. At this point, I'm stumped at the physics of what is moving the piece to the letters and in this mystical mood failed to realize until at least five or six seconds had gone by that it was moving my hands alone. When I realized what was happening, I immediately took my hands off and felt a sensation like a chill that runs down the spine. I went back to my dorm with my dorm mate and fell fast asleep. At about 3 a.m., I came out of a dream that my hands were on the Ouija board and my fingers were moving to the letter incredibly fast spelling things to me I didn't want to know about. It was intense enough that I physically sat up and opened my eyes in our pitch black room. Just as clear as day, a "sunspot" image of the Ouija board was on the wall and my fingers were on it. I couldn't control my own thoughts. I then looked at my hands and realized my fingers were actually moving. I simply couldn't stop them and shoved them under my armpits and said, "NO!" Almost immediately, in a voice I'll never forget, I heard, "Why are you hurting me?" coming from the direction of my room mate's bed. I figured he must have woken up, so I asked, "What?" Again it repeated, "Why are you hurting me?" I realized this voice was not the least bit groggy and my room mate was passed out drunk. I couldn't think of anything to say but, "What are you talking about?" That's when all of a sudden my room mate woke up and the most awful phlegm-filled sound came out as he managed a "What's wrong?" and then immediately went back to sleep. (Read the complete story.)
