This story is going to make me sound crazy,
but here goes. Before this incident I had never used a ouija
board in my life. Growing up, I had an aunt who would dabble
with ouija boards and the paranormal, and my mother always advised me to never touch
one. One day, my partner decided it would be fun
to buy a ouija board and use it with a few friends. I wouldn't say we were complete skeptics,
but I don't think any of us were really expecting anything wild to happen. We went on the Internet and looked up how
to safely use one, and planned out what kind of questions we should ask. So, we run to Toys R Us and pick up a Hasbro
ouija board. We didn't really want to use it at our house,
so we gathered up a couple friends and I drove to a state park a few towns over. We start to head up the hiking trail and find
a good spot to lay the board down. We begin going through the motions of asking
if there was a spirit who would like to communicate, etc etc. The planchette moved with ease. It's a really strange, powerful feeling when
it glides across the board. The planchette it came with was a thick hunk
of plastic, and there was quite a bit of friction when trying to intentionally move it on the
board. We were a bit stunned that the damn thing
was working. We asked the spirit if it was a good spirit. Of course, the planchette moved over to no. We then asked if it wanted to harm us. Planchette moves over to yes. My partner asked how it would go about doing
this. The board began to spell out E-N-G-I-N-E. We see a group of hikers coming up in our
general direction, and we carelessly put the board away without properly saying goodbye. We hike back down to another secluded area,
and decide to try again. This time, we come into contact with a spirit
who claims to be a six year old boy who died sometime in the 1800s. Seemed nice at first, until he told our friend
he wanted him to die so he would have someone to play with. We decide to ask the board questions only
we would know the answers to. Each person asking the question took their
hands off the planchette, to be certain. The board got every damn question correct,
and that's when I started to feel a bit uneasy. I honestly couldn't believe it. The board then proceeded to spell out my name,
throwaway636353. I was confused as to what that meant. Soon after, it began to rain so we told the
board that we had to go, and asked it to help us bring the planchette down to GOODBYE. It complied. We all begin walking back to my car, when
I notice this woman sitting in an SUV next to mine, watching us. Her gaze never really left, and it kind of
rubbed me the wrong way. We all get in my car and I go to start it,
and the engine doesn't turn over. It was almost as if the battery was dead,
but my accessories still worked. I begin to shit bricks. I hadn't had my car for very long and it never
gave me trouble. It seemed like way too big of a coincidence. I look over at that woman and put my window
down and ask her if she has jumper cables. She reaches behind her and pulls them out,
as if she had them ready. We get out of my car and hook them up, when
my partner's friend's phone rings from a number he doesn't recognize. He picks it up and it was someone just asking
if we were okay. He chalked it up to the fact that a drug dealer
previously had the number, so he got a lot of unknown calls. Weird. We start chatting with this woman and thank
her for letting us use the jumper cables. Turns out, she has the same name as me. Which the board had previously spelled out;
perhaps a warning? She tells us that she works as an ultrasound
technician at a local hospital and has cancer and young children. We ask her what she was doing in the parking
lot, to which she explained she was waiting for her weed dealer. Medical marijuana is legal in my state, so
I was a bit perplexed but didn't think anything of it. I was just grateful she was helping us. I go to try and start the car and it still
doesn't work. It just kind of rolls for a few feet in the
parking lot before shutting off. At this point it's getting dark and I begin
to come to terms with the fact that I'll have to call a tow truck. Our friends ended up getting picked up, and
my partner stayed with me as we waited for the tow truck to arrive. We told the woman she could leave, since she
was still weirdly waiting with us. She offered for us to sit in her car while
we wait, because it was raining again. I asked her if she could pop the trunk so
I could sit on the ledge, but she told me the trunk didn't open. So, stupidly, I get in her car with my partner. The weird woman made a joke about disabling
her child safety locks in the back, so I won't think she's "trying to keep us here". That rubbed me the wrong way. She starts telling me that maybe I should
just leave my car there, and offered to give us a ride home. I politely decline. Then, she tells me that she has a friend whose
husband works for VW, and he could surely fix my car for a good price. She calls up her friend, and because we were
in the car, it was quiet enough that my partner and I could faintly hear the other line. She explains the car problem and asks how
much it would be to fix it. We hear on the other line the person ask if
I am a boy or girl. The woman says girl, and the man on the line
simply said, "Good." Nope. We get out of the car and tell her the tow
truck should be there soon and thanks for her help. We gave her the ouija board and told her she
could keep it because we didn't want it anymore. I still wonder what she did with it. She kept trying to get me to give her my phone
number, and kept saying she would come with me to "get my car fixed" from her friend. Eventually, she fucked off. We ended up getting back home late. Told the AAA guy how we were fucking around
with a ouija board and met the weird lady afterwards. He said he wouldn't have picked us up if he
had known that. The next day, my partner opened his texts
that he sent out when we were waiting for the tow. In a conversation with his mother, the text
box had "yes satan yes" written out. The message wasn't sent, but he sure as hell
didn't write that. The next day I called the hospital to see
if that woman even worked there, like she had claimed. Nope. They transferred me to two different floors,
and their was no ultrasound technician working there with my name. To this day, I still don't know how to explain
what happened that night. And I'm sure as hell never using a ouija board
again. Also, the dealer the woman claimed to be waiting
for never even showed up. So, what she was doing that night, and what
her intentions were, I'll never know. This is a story I swore I wouldn't speak of
again because it still haunts all of my family till this day. This happened when I was age 9, I'm now 16. Names will be changed due to privacy. My aunt will be telling me her stories as
I type. My aunt, let's call her Sheri, wanted to live
on her own with her kids. She had always lived with my grandparents. She moved to the south side of our city into
this huge house, I always got the creeps from the house when I went to visit. She lived there for about 2 weeks when the
weird shit started happening. At first it was toys and other stuff going
missing then mysteriously showing up in different places, then it came to stuff being thrown
from upstairs to downstairs. Being that young I honestly thought it was
my older cousins messing with me....but every damn time I went to look upstairs, they weren't
there. I started to go over to the house more and
more because my aunt always babysat me for my parents. I remember this night specifically because
it was the night my aunt truly knew something was going on in the house. Myself and a couple of my female cousins were
upstairs listening to music and dancing when one of them told me to run the house phone
downstairs, but as soon as I got down to the bottom of the stairs my aunt came running
to the stair case with a baseball bat pulling me back up the stairs. Then she took the phone from me phoning her
oldest son, Dan. Dan came over and looked around the house,
however they never did tell me what happened until I got older. My aunt said someone was staring at her through
the window. The longer she lived there the worse it got,
but she stayed because she couldn't afford to move out. Whatever was in her house stayed on one floor
at a time, there had to be more than one. Sometimes it was on the top floor, the main,
then the basement. We would all stay in one room together because
we were too scared to sleep separately, that was until someone else moved into the house
with us, Kevin. Kevin and his baby daughter moved into the
room that's right outside the attic door on the top floor, the worst room to sleep in. We tried to warn him. One night some seriously scary shit was going
on with high pitched screams and shit being thrown at us, Kevin ran downstairs without
thinking while his baby was sleeping in that room alone. Everything went silent, until we heard the
high pitched crying and screaming come from the room upstairs, Kevin ran up with my aunt
and my dad, the door seriously wouldn't fucking open. Kevin moved out the next day with his daughter. Finally things calmed down, until the night
of my parents wedding. My aunt was going to babysit me and I wanted
to have a bath so she told me not to lock the door in case someone needs the bathroom
or something. The only thing I remember is starting the
water and getting in, then I woke up in a full tub and someone banging on the door. I grabbed my towel and opened the door to
see a paramedic, police officer and my aunt crying. She yelled at me for locking the door, but
that's the thing. I didn't lock that door. My aunt finally decided to try and leave,
but she needed to go back to grab blankets and clothes. It was nighttime and she went to go through
the back door, she had this weird feeling, like someone was watching her. As she got closer to the side gate she stopped
and looked through the cracks between the panels to see someone crawling out the basement
window and standing tall watching her, she took off and yelled at my grandmother in the
van to start the fucking car. After that we arranged for a priest to come
to our house. Father James was very skeptical at first but
he came anyways because he saw the fright in our eyes. He set candles up in each room and he told
us he felt something evil. Much to my liking I got stuck staying in the
fucking room upstairs at the end of the hall with my two cousins, Dan and Casey. Well Dan thought it would be a good idea to
say "if anyone's in here, kick the bed Casey is sitting on", not even a minute later the
bed was sent across the fucking room. Father James told my aunt to leave the house
immediately. The house was torn down a year later. Some seriously fucked UP shit happened in
that house that I can't explain, I just know that it wasn't normal. That's my story, hopefully it helps some people
in some way This first event takes place in 2011 so I
was 17 years old when this happened. I had thought paranormal things were cool
and I had always wanted to use an Ouija board, so my friend, we'll call her Mary, got me
an Ouija board from Spencer's as Christmas/birthday present. We used it for shits and giggles a few times
but nothing really, really significant happened. Until that summer a few months later when
we went up to Mary's grandpa's house, a small house in a slightly woodsy area about 5-8
minutes from the closest town. We went up there with another one of my friends
who I'll call Kayla. You know how you can walk into a house and
it just feels wrong? That's how I felt sometimes and I'd been in
the house several times before when Mary and I camped in the yard. Regardless, Mary, Kayla, and I settled in
a small room Mary would sleep in when she was a child. We turned on the floor lamp, sat on her bed,
and took out the Ouija board. The placement of the three of us is slightly
significant, so I'll paint a small picture. Imagine twin bed with three girls sitting
in the middle in a triangle shape. Kayla and I sat next to each other with Mary
in front of us. The board was between us with the letters
facing Kayla and I correctly where Mary had to read them upside-down. This is significant because of the lamp and
the door. The lamp was behind and to the right of Mary
right next to the door and outlet. Now onto what happened that evening. As the three of us placed our fingers lightly
on the glow-in-the-dark oracle we didn't really designate one person to ask the questions. Mary asked if there was anyone with us and
the oracle moved very slowly, at first, then it strongly slid to 'Yes.' We took turns asking questions, most of which
I can't remember, but Mary and I asked questions that only she and I knew, so we could make
sure Kayla wasn't doing anything to it. We then asked it what it was, and if it was
a ghost. It said no so we asked if it was a demon. It said yes to that. Mary asked what its name was and it spelled
out O-M-A-Z. "Omaz?" We all looked at each other in confusion as
we tried to figure out exactly how to pronounce the supposed name as the oracle moves to 'Yes'
yet again. Mary asks it why it's there and it spells
out y-o-u. All three of us are confused at that point
so Mary asked it which one of us. The oracle spelled out y-o-u yet again. Kayla sarcastically asks if Mary is its property. The oracle moves to 'yes' and I remember the
odd look on Mary's face. Kayla then jokingly says she's going to touch
its property and the oracle slides to 'no' fairly quickly. Kayla started sarcastically chanting something
like "Oh we're touching your Mary, we're touching your Mary!" and I laugh along as we both place
our hands on Mary's legs. As we're laughing, the oracle flies off of
the board onto the wall behind Kayla and I. Usually, small plastic things such as an oracle
ricochet off of walls if they're thrown, right? The oracle slid down the wall. The three of us look at the oracle and I'm
the one who eventually picks it up and places it back on the board. We don't touch the oracle and just sit there
and talk after Kayla states that if the oracle moves on its own, she's gone. Mary, Kayla, and I talk for a bit until the
lamp turns off. Mary screams and launches towards Kayla and
I as we both scream with her. We huddle for probably two seconds before
we run out of room and into the living room. After that we all jump into my car and run
to the store to get salt and white candles. Where we went only had two white candles,
so we had to get the rest in yellow. When we got back to the house we poured salt
in a circle around an air mattress, lit the candles in a circle, and sat there. We didn't go to sleep until we saw light outside
the next morning. We looked in the room to retrieve the board
and to see why the lamp went out and discovered that the bulb was fine and the switch hadn't
been turned. The lamp was unplugged with the cord laying
a little away from the outlet as if someone had yanked it out. We have no idea how this could've happened
accidentally since there were no animals around. After that, we decided to get rid of the ouija
board. We ended up only getting rid of the oracle,
though, because we couldn't find the board. To this day, we have no idea where the board
is but Mary and I can point out the exact spot we tossed the oracle. I think this is a problem because we never
said "Goodbye." Mary and I are still very good friends and
she helped me piece together the story as I couldn't remember some details. Even today every now and then we, more so
Mary than myself, experience things that probably shouldn't happen. I can't believe I'm typing this. Please anyone listening bare with me. I hate telling this story. I've been having really bad nightmares the
last few days. Waking up sweating and crying. Not directly related but I guess there's no
better time than today to share. And before anyone talks crap I already know
my whole account sounds paranormal-cliche which is why I hate sharing it, but in my
memory this is the creepiest of the many events I have endured. And this is not a "fake story" This happened
to me, and my family witnessed. I was in 5th grade, what ever age 5th graders
are. Incredibly happy time in my life. Best of my childhood. My Mom and I recently moved from the High
Sierra Nevadas to live with my eldest Aunt in her old Victorian 15 mins from San Francisco. I have since learned my Aunt had experienced
some crazy demonic sh*t in her 20's, and at the time (her 50's) she was deeply religious. Going to church every day. She rotated between the Catholic Church and
Non Denom Christian church. Anyway Mom and I had lived off the grid so
long I was way behind in my Catholic studies. I enrolled in our local Catholic school but
I was not recognized as a full member since I had never been through catechism. My Aunt insisted I be baptized. My whole family came out to watch me be baptized
at the Christian Church, I got all dressed up and afterwards the church gave me a handmade
wooden crucifix. The baptism itself went uneventful in my memory. "Do you denounce Satan and all his works..." "YES" Typical baptism. Pastor walked me into the warm pool, Complete
submersion. The only thing odd was afterward many family
and strangers came up to me laughing. From their perspective I had gasped loudly
enough they thought I must have slipped into the pool and nearly drown. But I never have remembered it that way. That night we had a small family celebration
at our house. I can't remember being happier in all my short
life. My Mom helped me nail my new crucifix above
my bedroom door. Bedtime. My bedroom was a smallish room attached to
the basement. My Mom and Aunt had the two upstairs "masters"
and my 16yr old cousin had the 1 small bedroom on the main floor, my other cousin 19yrs was
sleeping on the couch for the night. Mom tucked me in after we nailed my new cross
above my doorway. In my room was a gigantic antique wooden armoire
that came with the house. It was too huge and heavy to move or my Aunt
would have had it in her room. No one could figure out a way to get it out
without dismantling it. God knows how it ever made its gigantic ass
in there in the first place. I fell asleep. At some point I woke up to a massive earthquake. The whole room was violently shaking. I tried to make it to the doorway but everything
was shaking so hard I had to drop and cover. Pieces of the ceiling fell on and around me. The massive armoire moved a good 3-4 feet
from the wall and the doors swung open and closed. My cross was forced out of the wall and landed
on the floor. When the shaking stopped I ran upstairs. I was screaming for my Mom. My cousin jumped up off the couch and thought
someone was breaking in. By now the whole fam damnily is gathered in
the living room and no one but me felt any earthquake. They told me to calm down it was just a nightmare. I screamed at them NO, NO Nightmare this just
happened. I told them pieces of ceiling fell on me! When they all walked me back to bed they saw
the room. Cross on the floor. Ceiling chunks everywhere. Now my older cousin is pissed at me, accusing
me of pranking. I was crying. They didn't believe me. Until they tried to put the armoire back in
place. No matter how they tried it would not budge. It was huge and heavy and they realized no
75lb girl could have possibly moved it that far away from the wall. They collectively could not move it back. So that was the last night anyone ever slept
in that room. My Aunt had the priest come a few days later. I don't remember much after. Except no one was ever permitted to sleep
in that room again. Hey everyone, if you enjoyed this video you're
bound to like what my friend Dark5 just uploaded 5 Real Life Ouija Board Nightmares. Link will be on screen and in the description,
I highly recommend you go check it out Also, be sure to check out my last video incase
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