Ouija board

AllOutof_Bubblegum

Never played with one, but I do have an experience with one that scared the ever-loving crap out of me. I swear I'm not making this up.

When I was about 14 I was poking around in my grandparent's garage when we were visiting for a summer, and I found a Ouija board on a shelf. I specifically remember that the box flap had a tear, and when I pulled it down from the shelf, my fingers drew long, fresh track marks in the film of dust that covered the top. I pulled out the board and took a look at it out of curiosity. Then remembering my parents' lesson to never play with them (same as some above posters' sentiments; never mess with stuff you don't understand or can't control)

I decided that it had no place at my grandma's house. I took a pair of my grandpa's thick gardening shears and clipped the board into about 8 pieces. Then I put the pieces back into the box, and threw the box away in the next-door neighbor's trash. (I didn't want my grandparents to find out and then I'd have to explain myself for snooping and wrecking their stuff.)

The next day I was back in the garage, and in the same place as where I found the Ouija board, I saw a Ouija board box. One with a torn flap and fresh finger marks in dust on top. I opened it, and pulled out a single, unbroken Oiuja board. I flipped out. I broke it in two over my knee, stuffed it back in the box and threw it away in the neighbor's trash again.

Now, I can't promise that there wasn't a second Ouija board set under the first one that I garden-sheared. I can't say for certain that there weren't two there to begin with. Maybe both boxes had torn flaps, and my disturbing the topmost one put marks on the dust on the second, and I just didn't see it until the next day. A part of me HOPES that that was the case, because the alternative explanation is downright frickin terrifying.

skinnyfatty1983

MadMaxV8 wrote: »

I did it last night. Said someone on here was going to have diarrhea

who doesn't poo here is not human....

kaizaku

skinnyfatty1983 wrote: »

MadMaxV8 wrote: »

I did it last night. Said someone on here was going to have diarrhea

who doesn't poo here is not human....

Women don't poop :=) lol

LittleLionHeart1

AllOutof_Bubblegum wrote: »

Never played with one, but I do have an experience with one that scared the ever-loving crap out of me. I swear I'm not making this up.

When I was about 14 I was poking around in my grandparent's garage when we were visiting for a summer, and I found a Ouija board on a shelf. I specifically remember that the box flap had a tear, and when I pulled it down from the shelf, my fingers drew long, fresh track marks in the film of dust that covered the top. I pulled out the board and took a look at it out of curiosity. Then remembering my parents' lesson to never play with them (same as some above posters' sentiments; never mess with stuff you don't understand or can't control)

I decided that it had no place at my grandma's house. I took a pair of my grandpa's thick gardening shears and clipped the board into about 8 pieces. Then I put the pieces back into the box, and threw the box away in the next-door neighbor's trash. (I didn't want my grandparents to find out and then I'd have to explain myself for snooping and wrecking their stuff.)

The next day I was back in the garage, and in the same place as where I found the Ouija board, I saw a Ouija board box. One with a torn flap and fresh finger marks in dust on top. I opened it, and pulled out a single, unbroken Oiuja board. I flipped out. I broke it in two over my knee, stuffed it back in the box and threw it away in the neighbor's trash again.

Now, I can't promise that there wasn't a second Ouija board set under the first one that I garden-sheared. I can't say for certain that there weren't two there to begin with. Maybe both boxes had torn flaps, and my disturbing the topmost one put marks on the dust on the second, and I just didn't see it until the next day. A part of me HOPES that that was the case, because the alternative explanation is downright frickin terrifying.

Sooo. The board that we had was in my bedroom closet. I stood on the chair to reach and get it down. And I was scared, but said out loud, "This board is dumb, and doesn't work." Then I had this major pain in my side. I took the board out and threw it in trash can. Bye bye. A few weeks later I go to the hall closet where are coats were kept. I looked up on the shelf. And theres the Ouija board. Ours wouldn't go away either.