HOW DOES THE Ouija work? Does it truly contact the world of spirits? Or does move in accordance with the expectations, fears, and desires - conscious or unconscious - of those who choose to place their fingers on the planchette? The Ouija might be more about the world of the imagination than the world of spirits. Yet this world of imagination, if allowed to get out of hand, can be just as frightening - even dangerous - as one inhabited by ghosts and "demons," perhaps with the ability to physically move objects as it messes with the mind, as you'll read in the stories below. You might also suspect that some of these stories could be purely works of the imagination (in other words, fiction) from excitable teenagers. I'll let you decide.
THE DEMON FAHEB
Since childhood I'd taken an interest in the paranormal and the supernatural. One Christmas my mother bought me a Ouija board. My sister and I were scared to use it, so I kept it in my closet for many years.
On the first day of spring break, 2012, my friends John, Jakob, Emmalee, and Dianna came over for three days. John's older sister, Heather, also came along and is a medium. We had a great time playing video games, cooking, singing, and dancing. It was about 11:00 p.m. and we were hankering for something to do.
Wanting to be a good host, I decided to whip out the Ouija board. Heather, being a medium, led the game. I felt eager, Dianna and John were skeptical, Emmalee and Jakob were scared something fierce. Heather asked for a spirit to come speak with us. I asked if shouldn't she have asked for a nice spirit, but she said it wasn't mandatory.
I then asked, "Is there a spirit who'd like to speak with us this night?" It moved to YES. I thought Heather moved it because she was the main believer, so I just played along. We took turns asking questions. We found out this "spirit" wasn't a spirit at all, but a sadistic, somewhat childish demon named Faheb.
John asked jokingly if Faheb wanted to drag him to hell. It said YES, since he didn't believe the planchette was moving on its own. He was proved wrong. I decided to challenge Faheb. "If you're so legit, Faheb, show yourself to us!"
Nothing happened...yet. The next night we were singing again and, to my fright, I saw on a mirror hanging on the wall, a vague, dark-deformed figure -- and it quickly vanished. I still wonder if that was Faheb. -- Emoni Black
THE HOMEMADE OUIJA BOARD
This happened in the summer of 1985 in Pocatello, Idaho. My cousin, who was five years older than me, was visiting for the summer and we loved it. My brother and I both looked up to him and thought he was the greatest.
One night he was telling a group of seven of us about the Ouija board and how he and his friends would play with one and get creeped out. We all wished we had one and he, being an accomplished artist, said he would make one out of the back of a cardboard box and make a pointer as well. The next day he spent most of the afternoon drawing up a board and told us after he was done that we would use it that evening, since the spirits were more active at night then during the day.
That night in my parents' basement, we lit candles and gathered together to see if his board would work. At first my cousin and I took a turn with the pointer and started asking it questions. Of course, my brother and others got quite a laugh out of both of us looking and acting all serious, but we got no answers. Then my brother and his best friend Tom wanted a turn and they were fooling around with the pointer, saying they didn't believe in spirits.
Suddenly, the air got very cold and the pointer started to move. My brother thought Tom was doing it, but Tom insisted he wasn't. Everyone got very quiet and my cousin started asking questions like, "Are you here?" The pointer said YES. Then he asked its name. It spelled out INCUBUS. Then my cousin asked, "What's my name?" and the pointer spelled out RICK, which was true.
Then he asked, "Are you an angel or demon?" and it spelled out DEMON and we all started to get scared. My brother told Rick he was through, but the pointer went over to the word NO and that's when we all freaked out.
Then a very cold wind blew through the windowless basement and all the candles went out. We all started to scream and my cousin ran to the wall and turned on the light. When it came on, the board's pointer was standing up by itself. At that point, my cousin took the board and went outside to my dad's burn barrel and threw it in. That night we all stayed up and couldn't go to sleep.
The next morning my mom went outside to water her flowers in the early summer air and found the Ouija board laying outside her front door. She called us to get rid of that thing because she swore it almost tripped her when she went outside. We all solemnly carried it to the barrel, doused it in lighter fluid, and lit it with a book of matches. It had a very hard time burning. My cousin then decided we all should say the Lord's Prayer, so we all held hands. As we did - so we all swear to this day - that as it burned we heard screaming coming from the barrel! That was the first and last time I ever played with a thing like that. -- Alex N.
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