Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 103 - The Ouija Board

Episode Date: June 2, 2021

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So I, you know, I'm reading that verbatim. So that was Shilaroni. So guys, I give it a little support there. But change. Oh, a Shilaroni. God, I got to admit, gentlemen, it's been a hard week to concentrate on anything other than UFOs and UAPs. It's it's been a crazy, god damn week. What do we think?

Real quick, just let's we are two days away. We talked last week. Yeah, I have been made aware of some technologies out there. I've been made aware of some possibilities of these things being things besides aliens. I have been made aware that maybe octopuses are an evolutionary offshoot of an alien race that lives beneath the waves and watches over us and make sure we're OK. I've heard everything that you can hear.

Have you seen the octopus teacher? It's about UFO disclosure and it won an Oscar. I'm just kidding. It's not about that. Don't quote me on that. But let me tell you something. Let me tell you something. I have no idea what's going to happen. And I am genuinely experiencing anxiety and fear about the future

as a result of UFOs, which is a crazy, crazy thing. Don't you think? Yeah, I mean, I mean, we're going to talk about it a little bit more in the mini so it after this. But there's just there was another post followed up by the throw alien guy. We're not going to talk about in great detail. But I will say that post that will be on the mini so. But I will say that post didn't if true, didn't instill hope in me.

No, it's a much scarier situation than it was last week. It's more along the lines of the theory that like aliens are neutral to us and we are nothing but kind of animals to them in a weird way, which is, you know, which is, I guess, the worst case scenario. I would be fine with that. I would be. That's not the worst case scenario. The worst case scenario is that they're Jengaskhan and we're like about to get stepped on like I feel like I feel like that if that was the case,

though, it would have happened already. I'm right there with you, but I'm just saying like here's the deal. Here's the deal. I want to impress upon our listeners how crazy this is. First of all, there was an account that made a post seven years ago, one post seven years ago that I read on this podcast. About a coincidental date. It's the only thing that really connected it to UFO disclosure

is that there was a random. It was dated July 18th, twenty twenty one and then six days ago for the first time in seven years, this account posted an update, like one day after the episode went live, like literally one day after the mini-sode went live. So this is a patron for one. What? I mean, he's a patron for one.

You think you throw a wailing. We it was like the cold air bump. We like we like that's what it was. Woke him up and activated him as a. No, what's even crazier is he's deleted his account sense, too. Since then, yeah, that's true. So now you can't really tweet. Say I will get into it.

I mean, it's a it's a huge post. It's longer than the original. Not yet. It's it's a post on Reddit and it's talking about them. The two aliens, Jack and Gina. OK, I here's the thing. Well, I don't believe any of this is going to result in anything as it always never does. That's that's my fear. If it did, boy, would it be neat if it did, but it won't.

But if it does, I'll be like, guys. You were right. As the world turns around like burns that around us, all religions are upturned, governments collapse. I will be like, guys, you did it. You were you were right. All right, guys. So you got me. I know we got we got a real subject to talk about here.

But when you talk about like religions burning already, a lot of I'm seeing a lot of Christianity, in particular, calling the aliens and you have those demons right now. Like that. Did we not say that's the first thing that would happen? They are already saying that they're trying to lie to us to make us believe it's aliens, but it's actually demons. And that's like the big that's like the big scary thing. Here's all the writers to the writers.

Weak sauce figure that should make it more compelling if you're going to make up some shit to cover your ass. Fix if demons have supercars. I mean, like that's pretty cool. That's pretty cool, though. It's a convincing argument. You know, I mean, like, whoa, you got like faster than light travel. If you're telling me, it's over here.

Just have faith, boo, boo. If you're telling me that the most real depiction of demons that exists in literature and entertainment is GLaDOS from LucasArts Grim Fandango. I don't know. I don't know what to believe anymore. I don't know what to believe at all. And I, you know, I don't know. I don't know about that. I think it's weird. It's definitely.

I think the reality of what we're going to get is going to be disappointing, like like Jesse kind of said. I think what they're going to say is what we kind of already assume. They don't even know what I don't think we're going to get anything beyond what we've already seen. I don't think we're going to get anything. I don't think we're going to get like anything other than them saying, like, yep, they're out there.

Yep, we've been recording them. And yep, we don't know what they are. And that's going to be an 18 days after that day. Let me tell you. Supposedly. Yeah, we'll talk about that. I don't know. I'm hoping it's I obviously hope for something. But people, you know, people give these dates. Wait, but I'm going to tell you something.

I lived through 2012. OK. I'd lived through December of 2012. So it's true. Nothing, no, no mysterious dates will scare me anymore. We've gone through so many end of the world scenarios. I was like one of the big ones, though, you know what I mean? Yeah, it was a huge one. People forget Y2K was a thing.

For most of you are too young, yeah, probably 10 years old at the time. But for us, high school kids, we were told that shit was the end of the world. Computers would reset. All our money would disappear. Airplanes would plunge from the skies. People would die. Yes. Yeah. Yeah. And then and then I remember going to my computer and when they went and ticked over and be like, oh, nothing happened.

All I'm saying is when people look at generations and like what's, you know, everything's wrong with certain generations. Like what made them the way they are? Millennials started off with like the world is going to end, got hit with 9-11. Well, first they were like, no, you go to college for whatever you want and you're going to have a job and a happy life and you're going to have enough money to pay for us. We were all like, that didn't pan out.

Then they were like, the world's going to fucking end. That didn't pan out. So now we're stuck in the post apocalyptic world. We had we had 9-11 followed by a 17, 18 year war at this point, followed by like the worst financial crisis since the Depression. Twice. Twice. Like all I'm saying is I get why millennial, like when people are like, well, I'm going to house.

I get why they're like, no, I'm good. A worse pandemic, a worse pandemic than than than anything we've seen in a hundred years. And an armed insurrection of the US Capitol. And I still have to pay. I still have five thousand dollars left on my student life. From when I exited college over a decade ago. I hate it, man.

And I'm paying a month to month rent in an apartment in a third or two years. You know what? I hope we are animals to these aliens. Come fucking scoop us up. Now you get it. Y'all for years been like, I would fight in the revolution against the robots. But they all I'm like, nah, me and Cypher be in that stake. And I would have no worries.

Oh, it is a bliss. My friends, everyone when you're a kid, you're like, I want to be an adult. So I can do what I want. You know what you're going to do with your adult? Not what you want, dummy. You're going to do what everyone else wants because you got to pay taxes and you got to go to work and you got to do all this shit.

Trust me, be a kid forever. I'm going to be wearing my wool sweater. My name is going to be something like digit or port. And I'm going to be all the good ones are taken by the ones from the movie. I'm going to be there. I'm going to be bald. I'm going to be eating mush out of a bowl. I'm going to be in the in the church.

I know you won't. No, I will. I will be like, join me. Put all the stick. It's just ones and zeros. Me and Captain Naiobi are going to hang out and we're going to be cool. And ghost, Naiobi and ghost. I'm going to be hanging out with them playing Matrix chess.

I don't know what they do. I don't know what they do in their time off. They dance right. They raven a cave. That's that's that's pretty much that was hot, though. That was that was dude. Michael from Lost. That was like the sexiest scene he's ever been in.

Harold Parano. That's that guy's name. Dude. Yeah. Yeah. That was sexy, dude. Come on. Did you guys play the Matrix online? I played the main enter the Matrix. I did, too. Oh, see, I played the MMO to.

All right, well, you can choose your side in that. Yeah, no, I would definitely be with the robots and machines and the aliens. I'll be with whoever has the power because I know how this stuff works. I'm that's why I'm like, call me Illuminati. No one ever does. I've been over here wanting to be evil for years. And the Illuminati, the Illuminati has been meaning to call you, but they're too relaxed.

They're having too nice of a time. It's been awkward. Yeah, it's really pretty where they're at, trust me. They're like, it's super comfy. It's warm. We've been wearing very light linens at Coconut Grove. Yeah, they've just got a restaurant in Barb. Yeah.

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the land of the Ouija board, also known as the spirit board or the talking board. What do you say? OK, final answer. What do you how do you pronounce the name of this board? I say Ouija board. Ouija. Ouija board. Ouija board. It's I think it's supposed to be Ouija board, but here's the deal. Just like how it's supposed to be Reese's PCs. Pieces. No, it's not. It's Reese's pieces.

It's Reese's PCs. And just like it's Ouija board for me. Doesn't matter. Ouija board, Reese's PCs. Ouija, I'm with you 100 percent. Reese's PCs is some like east of the fucking Mississippi nonsense. That I don't understand. Reese's PCs, my dude. It's Reese's PCs.

And it's here's the thing. It's also about how it exists, right? Yeah, yeah, but it's about how you pronounce the the first part of it, right? Because it's Reese's rhymes with pieces. No, you're right. You're totally right. It's really truly supposed to be Reese's pieces, right? But yeah, if you live in a certain part of the country, it's Reese's and it's Reese's PCs. That's just the way it is.

I'm right there with you. It's Ouija. It'll always be Ouija, even though there isn't a G at the end of it. There's no G. It's Joe, but it doesn't matter. It's Ouija board. It's Mario's Green Brother. Oh, yeah, Ouija time. I speak at the ghost. I will give you an actual answer.

According to the dictionary, you can pronounce it both ways, and it's both correct. So just pick your choice. It's either way. So we're going to do is we're going to talk a little bit about the history of the Ouija board and talk a little bit about where it kind of comes from and where it's at today, but more specifically, we're going to talk about kind of some stories from the Ouija board, what people have encountered in it. And we'll talk a little bit about the idiomotor effect

for those who are going to say, but that's what that is. So first and foremost, what is the Ouija board? Like I said, it's just kind of also known as a spirit board, a talking board. It's basically just a plank of wood or cardboard. Some people use a piece of paper with a number zero to nine on it. The answer is yes. No. Hello. Goodbye. And then the alphabet. You can use then a planchette for some boards.

If you're getting like if you're not using a homemade one, it's kind of that triangle thing that's almost like the Illuminati symbol with like a clear glass thing in the center that centers on the letter that's being chosen. For homemade ones, people have used cups like clear cups upside down, basically anything to be the focus that can move across the board. And you can see what it's centering around as the letter. And from there, you typically try and communicate with spirits, or at least that's what the majority of the uses it for.

Other people have used the Ouija board as a way of trying to see the future, ask questions about what's going to happen to themselves or what's going to happen to family members, and you get answers sometimes. Some people believe it is spirits of the dead coming through. A lot of people hope that they they use this, especially during the giant spirit boom way back in the day. This is what they use to try and communicate with their dead family members. This was particularly prevalent during the post civil war era,

where people were using spirit boards more to try and speak with them. But then there's the on the science side of things. Instead of it being spirits, there is also the claim or the study that is the idiomotor effect. Now, the idiomotor effect is basically your subconscious mind moving your hand without your actual knowledge or your actual willingness to do so. We'll actually go over a little bit of the studies here. The idiomotor phenomenon is a psychological phenomenon

where in a subject makes motions unconsciously. Also code the idiomotor response or the idiomotor reflex abbreviated IMR. It is a concept in hypnosis and psychological research. It is derived from the terms idiomotor and motor, obviously for muscular action and mental representation. And the phrase is most commonly used in reference to process to the process whereby a thought or mental image brings about a seemingly reflexive or automatic muscular reaction, often of minuscule degree

and potentially outside of the awareness of the subject. TLDR, it's like playing light as a feather stiff as a board with a ghost. Oh, my God, I forgot that game was even a thing until you said it. Yeah, I forgot about that. Yeah, it's very much that it's all suggestion and hypnosis. And the answers that are drawn forth are believed to be the subconscious giving the answers that even the person doesn't know they know. The third option.

The skeptical idea that perhaps everybody just thinks they're not moving it when really they all kind of are moving it. Oh, I was going to say one person is actively moving it to mess with everyone else. I'd like to or in group in group scenarios. Sure, that sounds like a friend board by themselves. Sure, of course. But we all have that one friend. We all. Yes. Have you ever I played with when I was a kid

and I remember it was like me, my brother, my sister and a couple of my cousins. And it was super freaking us out only to be the older cousin who was a teenager at the time, messing with us and scaring the shit out of them. That's the fun. If you're the friend that moves the fucking Ouija board, you probably don't fucking put back shopping carts with you, do you? Yes, the ghost responsibility that you do that kind of guy. I bet you have a few things to say about wearing masks, too.

Huh, I bet. All right. So if you move the Ouija board, you are all right. That's that's how it goes. That's what I am. I'm going to say there's a fifty. I'm going to say there's a fifty, fifty split across the spectrum. I'm willing to bet there's a lot of people on the left who are equally like because here's the thing.

I'm going to say half the population in general is just a piece of shit. Yeah, yeah. OK, you're right. I'm going to go back to the shopping cart. I'm going to go back to the shopping cart example. I guarantee not one fucking person that that moves the Ouija board and pretends like they're not puts back their fucking shopping cart. Dude, it's such a I put a shopping cart back the other day and some dude putting his groceries where he's like, hey, thanks for doing that.

And I'm like, yeah, no, no problem. We can actually you know, all of us together. Everybody should be able to do that. Yeah. All right. So back to the Ouija board. Scumbagers. It wasn't in the eighties. God, it actually wasn't in the 1890s where this kind of thing originated. It was the very first mentions of what is known as automatic writing

was a method used on Ouija boards found in China around 1100 A.D. in historical documents of the Song dynasty. The method that the method was known as Fuji planchette writing. The use of planchette writing as an ostensible means of necromancy in communion with the spirit world continued and albeit under special rituals and supervision was a central piece of the Kwanzen school until it was forbidden by the King dynasty. And this is specifically the like stranger things

sort of like communicating via letters element. Yes, letters and planchette and you know, that kind of thing. Exactly. So it's been around forever before it was eventually turned into a market product that is being sold in stores and the like. It's been around for a while. That being said, it doesn't stop people from truly believing that what's happening to them is spiritual or supernatural in nature, whether you believe in the idiot motor effect or not.

And some really weird things, according to some, have happened after using a Ouija board for those heavily involved in the spirit side of things. The Ouija board is a portal to the other side and leaving that thing open, whether, again, you believe it or not, can actually be an invitation for other nefarious spirits or entities to pass through and stick around for a while. Therefore, I personally suggest if you are going to mess with the Ouija board, whether you believe it or not, take the precautions necessary

on the very low chance this shit is real. One of the biggest mistakes people make, apparently, is not saying goodbye properly, saying goodbye over the thing three times and closing out the session. And people tend to hurry it up and try to be done when they get spooked. And that's why things don't stop haunting them after they thought they said goodbye. A good chunk of these stories are actually going to come directly from Reddit, but a few of them are also from like 2015, 2014 and deeper parts of the Internet that we will talk about.

Well, as the film Paranormal Activity. Well, that's a document. It's a documentary. All right, you just go watch it. That's exactly how it works. That's exactly what's his name. The dude. Oh, you have weird names in that movie. This was a P.

Did it like a Pizoso? Oh, it's like, oh, it's not Pizoso. It's it's like I'm thinking that that Pizoso is a sign. It sounds like a pizza menu item. Pizoso is not coming from like doesn't that come from the exorcist movies and the name of the demon? Pizoso could be I'm I'm if that sounds like when you take a pizza and then you fall. Yes. Yes.

You get a Pizoso. Yo, dude, I'm kind of. Are you talking about Pizuzu? That might be what I was thinking of Pizuzu. Like Mesopotamian Demon. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, which I think they used in exorcist two or three. I can't remember.

I want to know how Mesopotamian Demon found his way to America. That's the story. Like, well, I bet it was the vibe where he was just like, you know, brought over, you know what? I've had enough of the old country. It's time to go on up a new place. And then it's just like, yeah, like you the 80s song that plays with him like getting aboard a plane and like, oh,

there's a kid in front of him who's crying. And then there's like a kid behind him was kicking his chair. And he's like, oh, I spilled my coffee all over myself. Oh, and he like vaporizes the flight attendant, right? Right. It's like, oh, I'm all right. And he's just like, oh. The other half way out of a hole, opens and he's like it like, you know, he's at LaGuardia, the door opens.

He sees New York and he's like, ah, baby, right? I got the whole thing in my head. I'm bet it was great. Don't worry. Chasing him around, blowing up all the golf holes. Yeah. Yeah. He's like, I want to see this movie. Right. And then it's nobody know me. Kenny Loggins.

Yeah, somebody give me a sign. His driver at the airport has a sign that says Puzon. And he's like, it's Puzozo. I mean, they're like, is that the pizza from the exorcist? All right. Here's the handful. He's like, oh, oh, oh, look at this. It's a rat.

The rat's like, you know, we're just going to write what he's like. Is that you more than kind? He's like, I've been a rat in New York for years. Yeah. That's like the Neil Gaiman version to animate this. This is amazing. Yeah. All right. OK, I'm going to give you a handful of quick, dirty ones that have some rather horrifying endings and then go into some

longer, more creepy ones that are more detailed. OK, so first one I've got for you is by is about a great aunt who was by a throwaway account on Reddit specifically. My great aunt is never married. And when I asked why to the we do when I asked why, rather, my dad told me the story. Apparently, when she was 16, she had a pretty serious boyfriend. When she used the Ouija board, she asked if they would get married.

And it said, no, she asked if they would break up. And it again answered, no, asked if one of them would die. And it said, yes. And when asked which one, it said goodbye. One week later, her boyfriend was in a woodchipper accident. A woodchipper. What died? Yeah, you got killed in the woodchipper. Peter Stormar from fucking Fargo came and chucked him in.

Right. That's an example as well. I was like using the Ouija board more as like a what's going to happen in the future? Kind of ask it like a crystal ball style kind of toy or tool. The next one, my friend and I were about 14 or 15. She had a Ouija board that we used quite often. I always thought she was pushing it for the fun factor. And I never took it too seriously. One night we started and it was about 9 p.m.

We started getting very strange sayings. None of them I can remember 27 years later and we got a name. Although the name I have forgotten over the years, it said he was from Malaysia. He was here to protect us. I don't remember that much. The next thing we know, it's 7 a.m. It was like we blinked and the sun was up.

It was very freaky. We lost 10 hours of our life. Neither of us remember anything about it. We were just sitting there at the table staring at each other like what the fuck happened. Too bad we didn't have a third person there to tell us. She would never use the board again. I did, but I never had any experiences after that. Which one of them do you think didn't return the shopping cart to the to the place?

Is the other friend? I think the other friend didn't return it. All right. This one is about a warning. The last experience I had with the Ouija board, the plane ship flew across the room, smashing against the wall of its own volition and power. They are a doorway.

And unless you know how to ingratiate the spirit, you have no idea whatsoever who or what is communicating with communicating with you. You've opened a door and called them through. I was staying at a hotel with friends in Northern Ontario for a chess tournament. Geeky, I know. Can't exactly remember the town. Not anymore. Anyway, I feel like it's sexy as hell.

That was a great show. Oh, God, what a good show. If you love sports, anime, give the Queen's Gambit a try. Honestly, that's so. Yeah, that's what it is. That's so good. It's it's not really like a factual story about anyone in particular. It's just like a great sort of romantic look at the world,

the chess upside down on Anna Taylor Joy's ceiling. Yeah, it's it's super good. Go watch that. Anyway, we were looking for some thrills at night and someone busted out a board. One of those official ones you can't you can get from toys or us. We asked a few questions I can't remember, but I will never forget when we asked if it knew it. If any of us were going to die.

Yeah, I know strange question to ask. So it spelled out a person's name that was with us at the time. And then a date, which was approximately one year later. My friend died a year later from his cancer in his knee. He knew about it six months before he died. To this day, I am still curious about the device, but damned if I'll ever touch it again. Do you? OK, so they said they used a legit one or they used a handmade one. They said they used a legit one that they bought from a toy store.

Do you think that there is anything to the branding? Like, do you think like that there's some sort of like official spiritual interface that's like currently owned and operated by like Hasbro? Like, you know what I mean? Like, do you think that the exact arrangement of a Ouija board as you buy it from the branded Ouija board game that you buy in a store matters to the the magic, quote unquote, or witchcraft? But I also think this goes to the plan shed as well,

where you were saying earlier it could be like I guess like going back to the beginning, do we have any information about why it was you need this special tool? Or is it just like no, I mean, I mean, I didn't do a mega rip apart of like the Ouija in terms of the Ouija board. Like, yeah, in my mind, at least it's like everybody needs to add their, you know, like people are sort of like a like a conduit. For spirit energy and you're sort of like all adding your sort of like element to the plan shed so that all of you are sort of like channeling the spirit together

because you're all there and you're all paying attention. And theoretically, the spirit is using the energy that you have. Same way, like ghosts, sciences often explained where somebody starts to get tired so that the ghosts can like go do something because he saps the energy that he needs to like go do, you know, turn on the lights or whisper your name on an EVP or whatever. And I think that's sort of the logic of it, but that's the thing. It's it's a fucking board game that was made up.

Yeah, yeah, I can give you a little bit in the back in the Ming dynasty. What they used was to support the planchette. It was a directing sticker stylus typically made from willow or peach branch and roughly resembling a dowsing rod. So initially, it was more of like a dowsing rod pointing to letters. Very similar vibe to a dowsing rod, actually. Like in terms of what you're doing, actually, like you're getting energy. Right. Yeah.

The dowsing rod is another really good example for for potential idiomotor phenomenon happening. If you're using it to communicate with spirits, like a lot of people do, you know, cross them for yes, split them for no. That kind of or like, you know, that's another one, though, that's like really rough because like it's really easy to move those motherfuckers if you're holding them, you know, it's one. Sorry, sorry, it's all yeah.

No, it's all yeah. Last one of the small ones. And then we're going to go into the big detailed ones. Now, two to three years ago, my friend brought her Ouija board to my house so we could play with it. The first few times it was used, I just watched while some of my other friends used it. Then I decided I would join.

We asked if there was a spirit president. It went to yes. We asked its name, but instead of just going to the letters to spell it out, it started going to random letters, not making out any specific word. I asked for its name again and it spelled out, bitch. I started freaking out and then it spelled cunt. Then went right back to random letters again. I freaked out and left the room.

Whatever it was, either was just really mean or something other than a spirit. I am never touching one again after that. So do we think that was a ghost? You think that was her friend? 100% friend. 100% friend. A ghost is not going to sit there and be like, bitch. Like it's not going to happen. Bitch.

It's not. OK, but why anyone? And I have like a few brief moments. I wouldn't be like, bitch. Fuck, what happened? I'd be like, man, who killed me is named this. When I was a kid, my dad like hurt me. Like, you know, like I would never be like real information.

Like I'm under the floorboards. Instead, I was like, bitch, wouldn't happen. What happened? That's I 100% friend. Here's the thing. It was a demon, dude. Maybe this is a negative energy. What if it was the ghost thing to false false?

What if it was the ghost of the guy from Silence of the Lambs, who when when when she's walking up to Hannibal Lecter cell, though. No, I mean, maybe that's the ghost. No. Just saying, like, you know, it's I'll say this. I've seen a lot of mediums, quote unquote, on TV and in person doing things and a lot of the times, especially in like England, when the ghosts are like, oh, they're like prisoners.

They're like, fuck you. You know, they're like, get out of my fucking face. Because they're like, they don't know they're dead. They don't know I would like to come to the defense in a weird way, just to, you know, throw this in there, is that if they are truly portals to the other side, if something is just like a trickster or kind of just a nefarious being, not necessarily human, just some sort of energy, just throwing out insults might entertain it, might think it might think

it's enjoyable, but I'm not exactly saying that's what's going on. All right, on to the longer, more detailed stories. Hmm. This story is going to make me sound crazy. Again, another throwaway. This has no tag to it, no name for this person other than throwaway with random numbers. The 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 in the paranormal. And my mother always advised me to never touch one. One day, my partner decided it would be fun to buy one 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 plan out what kind of questions that we should ask. So we made a run to the store and picked up a Ouija board.

We didn't really want to use it at our house. So we gathered up a couple of friends and I drove to a state park a few towns over. We started 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, et cetera, et cetera. The planchette then 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 good, if it was a good spirit. Of course, the planchette moved over to no. We then asked if it wanted to harm us. That's some serious self perception right there. Are you good? No, no, I'm a bad, bad boy and you're going to hate this.

I'm here to fuck you up and I've been waiting for you for months. Planchette moves over. So then we asked if we wanted to harm us and the planchette moves over to yes. My partner asked how it would go about doing this. The board began to spell out engine. We see a group of hikers coming up in our general direction and we carelessly put the board away without properly saying goodbye. There's a mistake.

It's one of the red flags, the Ouija. Don't look at a huge red flag of the Ouija. 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 eighteen hundreds. Seemed nice at first until he told our friend he wanted him to die so that he could have someone to play with. We decided to ask the board questions only we would know the answers to,

which my personal break here feels like a bad. I mean, it really wouldn't help if like the idiomotor effect is in effect here. If you know the answers, you're going to subconsciously move it into those things. Each person asking the question took their hands off the planchette to be certain. OK, well, I guess then that covers it. 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. 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 noticed this woman sitting in an SUV next to mine, watching over us, watching over us. Never watch like watching them walk. Touch my knee out the car.

Yes, I mean, watching over 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 won't turn over. It was almost as if the battery was dead, but my accessories still worked. I begin to shit my pants. What? I hadn't had my car. Like that was a metaphorical, like I think he was shitting. It's like he was scared.

Oh, OK. Well, I began to get some time. Somebody turn into math like anything is possible. OK, that's true. We did have somebody melt into numbers. 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. And 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 OK. He chalked it up to the fact that a drug dealer previously had the number. So we got a lot of unknown calls. Still 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. Yeah, apparently this woman had the same name. Like Alex Fasciani vibes, like name, same. Yes, same for I'm assuming first name because they do not specify. She tells us that she works as an ultrasound technician at the local hospital and has cancer and has cancer and young children. We asked 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 won't work. It just kind of rolls over for 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 for 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's safety locks in the back.

So I won't think that she's, quote, trying to keep us here. And, quote, yeah, I did up until that moment. I was like, this kind of is like touched by an angel, though. Yeah. And then I'm sorry. I didn't disable my child's safety locks. Now you can't leave. Oh, 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 because we were in the car and 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 asked if I'm a boy or a 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 the help. We gave her the Ouija board and told her she could keep it because we didn't want it anymore. I still kind of wonder what she did with it. She kept trying to get me to give me her number. And I kept saying she would come with me to get my car fixed from her friend.

Eventually, though, she fucked off. We ended up getting back home late. The triple A guy, the triple A guy. We told the triple A guy how we were fucking around with the Ouija board and met the weird lady afterwards. He said he wouldn't have picked us up if he had known that. What day, my partner. Yeah, I just said.

Is this safe in Massachusetts? Like, what the fuck is happening? I don't know. The next day, my partner opened his text that his text 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 the woman even worked there

like she had claimed. And nope, they transferred me to two different floors and there was no ultrasound technician working there with the 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. She just left. So what she was doing that night and what her intentions were, I'll never know.

What are your license plates? Say, just kidding. No idea. There's your first more detailed story of a Satan speaking to a ghost, but also getting like sort of a premonition answer that they're going to die because their engine didn't turn over or something. Incredibly weird story. All right.

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back when I was still a third year high school student. My friends and I stuck around the school late at night after our annual Halloween party. We had agreed to try out my friend's Ouija board. That wasn't the brightest idea, but we needed a drill. We found a nice spot under a huge Nara tree and proceeded with our half-assed ritual. I don't know what a Nara tree is right now. Nara tree. N-A-R-R-A. I never I didn't end up looking it up.

It's Terra Carpus Indicus. Sick. What does that mean? It's a tree. What does it look like? It's like a big tree. It's just like a big. OK, so it's like a normal tree. Not really. It's a it's a.

I don't know how to describe this. It's got like wacky roots. Oh, well, that's the kind of tree they're sitting under for this half-assed ritual with the way it's a very big sort of like dramatic tree. Let's probably enough for the. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good idea. Good call. All right, cool.

There were five of us, two boys and three girls. We were all expecting some kind of paranormal contact. Rumors had it. Our school was haunted, but we never really experienced anything firsthand. And it was Halloween when all the spirits came out to play and we all wanted to get spooked. Typical kid stuff. Also, we've never seen a Ouija board firsthand before, so we were pretty excited.

Our school was an old Spanish colonial house built in the 1800s when the Spaniards still occupied the Philippines. We were in a section of the school that doesn't get used often, located beside a creepy old Jesuit Jesuit house. People only go there when they needed to use the restroom, store equipment on one of the sheds or make out with their boyfriend or girlfriend. My kind of Jesuit house. Oh, hell, yeah, the horny Jesuit house.

We sat in the middle of it. Nice, nice. It's worth it, guys. We stand in the middle. We stand in the middle of an open space with only an exposed bare bulb nearby, illuminating the surroundings. We were all having having a laugh, scaring each other with what if scenarios.

It was your typical dumb kids doing dumb things. My friend who brought the Ouija board proceeded to place it in the middle of our circle. If I remember correctly, it was the glow in the dark version, which we found hilarious, but it gave us the ability to see what was written in the dark. Awesome. Hello. Anything glow in dark is sick.

Here's the deal. Weegee, it's kitschy. Like there's no way, especially if you're buying the fucking one from Target or whatever. It's a kitschy thing. You should not be ashamed of going to dark one that is tight as hell. Yeah, that's what you can't do it by candlelight. Not knowing what to do and. I mean, you can. It's just like not as efficient.

Like you're just wasting candles when you got that shit. It's a glow, bro. Not knowing what to do and going after what we've seen in movies, we all proceeded to place our index finger on top of the plan chat. We sat there looking at each other until one of us said, what's next? We didn't know if there was a proper way to start the ritual, plus the board didn't come with instructions, so we decided to just throw in a question.

Is anyone there? I call down to the darkness. If there are spirits living here, please talk to us. One of the girls joined in. We clearly had no idea what we were doing and still nothing was happening, not even the slightest bit of wind. One of my friends jerked the plan chat and the girl who brought the Ouija board screamed breaking the silence.

We all laughed at how ridiculous it was. After a bit of joking around, we decided to give it another go. We all placed our index fingers on the plan chat once more and asked if there's anyone out there we would like to make contact. Don't break the circle. One of my friends jokingly said, shut up, I whispered. We were just about ready to give up when the wind started to pick up. The stillness broke and the darkness around us seemed to move.

I thought it might just be a coincidence and yelled out, OK, don't break the circle. Is anyone there? I was excited. It was like a scene from a movie with dirt and dead leaves swirling around us. One of my friends was scared, saying, my mom warned me about playing with forces we don't know. Did you die here? Were you killed during the war?

Are you the headless priest that roams the halls? Do you know of Jose Rizal, which was their national hero? Are you a hottie? One of my friends even asked. At this point, we were all throwing random, stupid questions and still nothing was happening. At this point, one of my friends called bullshit and said they didn't want to do it anymore.

We were all thinking the same. Just then a group of dogs from the neighboring house started barking at us through the chain link fence. These six dogs were growling and showing their teeth. We all screamed and without finishing the ritual bolted right out of there. We didn't see each other until after Halloween break. And this is where the story gets even creepier. One of the girls told us about a weird experience.

She had the night after playing with the Ouija board. She had gotten home late after hanging out with some of her friends from the neighborhood when she realized she forgot the keys to her house. So she called her. So she called up her brother, who was then still sharing a room with her. And what he said crept the hell out of her. He swore she was already home. He claimed to have seen her walk in a while ago

and that she looked really tired and saw her head straight to bed. Creepy, but no need to freak ourselves out, we all thought. Besides her brother, besides her brother must have just been tired and seeing things. But then my other friends started telling us about an encounter she had that Halloween night. She was going up to her room when the light started flickering as she was ascending the staircase.

Your typical horror movie visuals shrug it off to faulty wiring. But just then she saw the door to her room open and a dark figure stepped out and stood atop of the staircase. She couldn't make out the entity's face, but she just recounted that she couldn't move and felt utter dread as the figure stared down at her. My best friend who just joined the conversation was in disbelief. Something happened to me as well.

He recalled that he was sleeping one night when he woke up feeling really uncomfortable. He described his vision as having TV like static and a feeling of heaviness surrounded him. He looked around the room and that's when he saw a bloody charred face with piercing red eyes grinning at him through the window. Jesus fucking Christ.

That's OK. You're not lying. I couldn't believe what I was hearing because I had I had an almost run in with death that night. What? After the ritual, after the ritual, I was sleeping in our sedan on the way home after fooling around with the board when I felt our car jerk. I woke up instantly looking out the window.

I found that we've been hit by a huge oil tanker. I panicked and leapt out of the car to look out the window. All right, whatever. Yeah, OK, I'm not I'm not trying to break this down. You might mean you're welcome to. Luckily, my mom and I survived the crash since the front of the car was a total wreck. I still don't have an explanation of why those things happened to us. But thank God, nothing happened after that.

I never played or got near another board ever since. So that's the story. It got a little bit weird at the end there with the oil tanker crushing the car. But another one of those situations where you don't close the portal and we should happen. Yeah, no, agreed. Yeah, all right. Next one comes from Cora,

that wonderful board where you can ask questions and get answers, almost like Yahoo! answers. But like with an actual upvoting system, that doesn't have only three people upvoting. I've used a Ouija board multiple times. I did a lot of research beforehand to stay safe, of course. And now I know just how to work it or work it without worrying. This is a story by the band by the name of Lucas, by the way, from 2015.

My very first time I used a homemade cardboard Ouija. It was super pathetic. If I were a spirit, I might have been a little offended. My friends and I went to one of my friend's old houses, whose new tenants left because they claimed it was haunted. As an avid fan of the paranormal, I was thrilled when my friend asked me to investigate. Of course, we were 15 and 16, so we also just made it an edgy hangout.

The lights were out. There was no furniture and I was and I was over prepared. I made a giant salt circle in a room as our home base and brought three knives, four flashlights and tons of extra batteries. Is it just like freeform? Like which themed like paranormal protection? Like, is there rules? Yeah. You know what I mean? Really?

Really, I made my own circle. I got my butcher knives. We were ready to go. It's the same thing when you go into the scientific side, too, because some people use spirit boxes, but some people don't even say those are fake and use K2 meters where other people use like magnetic measurements. A spirit box is just a K2 meter attached to a guitar amp.

Let's be honest. I mean, you're kind of right in the home. I know quite a bit about anyway. Let me tell you. Well, this man had. I don't know why he thought he needed three knives and four flashlights, but the extra batteries make sense. We then went to the room that I felt was the most haunted and my friend confirmed this is where the tenants had seen most of the action.

One of my friends, a devout Catholic, made a small salt circle around himself, watching and recording in horror. We asked in Spanish, since we live in Mexico, if there was any spirit who would like to have a peaceful conversation with us. At first, nothing happened. Then the planchette moved just slightly, so little that it could have easily been an unconscious movement from one of us. But then it began moving for real.

Slowly, slowly, cardboard catching against cardboard. We watched silent, not daring to breathe until it landed decidedly on yes. My my friend in the salt circle, whispered, no, mama's. And I don't know what that means. Another friend let out a nervous laughter. I had to remind her not to remove her hands from the planchette. They asked, are you a woman? She asked they asked the spirit.

It circled. Yes. What is your name? My friend who invited us asked. It slowly slid to D and then G. That same friend then asked if those were her initials. It went to no. It was then it was it was the scared Catholic friend who figured it out. D and G in Spanish are pronounced and combined.

They sound like the imperative form of to leave something be. Do you want us to leave you alone? He asked the planchette slid to yes, faster than I had imagined it could. Of course, we didn't have to be told twice. We bid the girl goodbye and quickly left the room. It was amazing. Yes. Kind of like Adam West, Batman and Robin rules a little bit. Exactly. It's so like it's it's like when Dr.

House figures out a thing like someone's telling a story and like one thing he's like, oh, and if this and it goes to this and this is a thing of this and that's what it is and you're like, what? OK, sure. The and her and if you just extrapolate indubitably vis-a-vis the quadratic of the equation in the end. And that, of course, is in the 17th century. There was an old Greek priest named

Daonis and if everyone knows that he was killed in a great fire that took place in this very house, yeah, like, look, I guess I guess we have to decide. Ground rules like is Ouija. Like hinged, hinging on the fact that the spirit speaks English or are we somehow is it like a mystical process? These are these are this is all in Spanish. I'm just we're just translating. I just mean like, OK, like was the but the Ouija board.

It didn't say like C and no, it said yes and no and goodbye on it. Right. It like it's not like a because like if he's if the ghost can't the ghost is spelled to her. I am Matt. Yeah, that's OK. See, that's more the point I agree with, because I don't know. It might have said C and no. I don't know because they were in Mexico. But yeah, I don't understand why he couldn't have just spelt

like to her like, yeah, I don't know. I have no idea. But listen, maybe he's a maybe it's the maybe it's the demon spirit of a house. And I mean, I feel like I don't know. Aries is very much alive. When did you guys become aware? What? When did you guys become aware that Dr. House was Sherlock Holmes, maybe season one or two?

Like he's called house because it's like home. But it's medical. Yes. Shit. Just now. Right. This very moment. He has a Watson. What's Watson called Wilson? I also Dr. Wilson. Yeah, I also have to sheepishly admit it didn't click until like a couple days ago that Cruella de Vil was just Cruella devil like cruel part in evil. Cruella evil. Cool.

But I didn't devil. They never turned into devil. And you got to check out a license plate. It breaks the whole theory. Excellent. Excellent. Um, I have another question for you, boys. Are we ever going to use a Ouija board together? Yeah, 100 percent.

I would do it tomorrow at a live show. As long as you remember to say goodbye, I'll do it. I say we do it in a live show so that I want to follow. We can get everyone haunted because I'm not saying goodbye. I want everyone there to be like taken over by demons. I don't know. I have to say I got to say goodbye, Jesse. I can't do this with you if you don't let me say goodbye. That they have all of you here.

The sacrifice may begin. Yeah. Can't wait for that. We each have one knife. That we can have knives. Each of us needs a knife and we have the salt circle. I'm good to go. A little lime. Agree. Salt circle, little lime and each a knife.

I like it. We will be ready to fight ghosts. All right. Continuing the story. My favorite time using the board is actually my most recent. It was a few weeks ago at a friend's party, which started out as the most interesting and in-depth relationship with any spirit so far, ended up scaring the few of us that were still there. It wasn't my board this time, but a commercial one. The kind sold as a board game.

It was a lot bigger than mine, which was good since more people were playing. We had gone through a couple of sessions already, meeting a 14-year-old boy who had drowned, someone who said 69, and then left, giving us a hearty laugh and a possible demon who we immediately closed contact with and cleansed the room. One more time, my friend Maria said, we started the game in Spanish like we had been. But this time the answers didn't make a lot of sense. Would you prefer to speak in English, Maria asked?

Do you get in your answer right now, Alex? Yes, the spirit replied. So we started from the top, me asking the questions. He was a man, 41 years old, who died in 1952. He only gave his name as D, but made it clear that that was not his real name. He had died from, in his words, G-U-N, gun. In Maria's building, but luckily not her floor. He was Canadian, but had lived in Mexico during his life.

What brought you down here? I asked work was the answer. What job begins to say S and I say, I bet he was a spy. My friend, Andrea, interrupt. I'd rather have my friend, Andrea, interrupted by saying, I bet he was a spy. Then it was E or maybe a secretary. She continued and then X. We all sat in silence a second.

Oh, boy, were you a pimp? My friend, Laro asked the one who was so afraid he made a salt circle just around himself the last time. Yes, was the answer. Wow. Here we were talking to a dead Canadian Pimp from the 50s. Nice. I love it. Maybe he was one that said 69 and left off.

Maybe it was just he was just trying to proposition. Like at first he was like, what do you need? We need 69. You ready for that? Yeah, I can get to go through 69. I think about a D and a G. They kind of like look like a six and a nine. My friends asked him some questions about if he thought he was wrong in that. He basically said that women were goats. Ouch.

Yikes. Laro. I mean, it sounds like a whole time. Agreed. Agreed. Hey, I mean, exactly ladies. All women are goats. Great on a team. Is that what it stands for?

Greatest of all time. Greatest of all time. Come on now. I mean, the man. He was being a good guy. Thanks, ladies, for doing all my work. If this this guy, his name was was. But she put you prime. But you prime.

That's a terrible thing. But you prime. But you prime the Canadian 50. Sounds straight up like a dude from Ontario. Fudgy prime. Don't worry, ladies. I'll be dead in a minute. And I'll come back and haunt you.

But you promise here. Shoot me if you need to. Sixty nine. Your prime. Oh, God. Sixty nine. Fudgy prime. And time.

God, we have another character to toss next to Eric. Don't bring him all the way to life. He does not deserve it. No, we now we need to see if Fudgy prime. And he's such a prime. But he's just. The. He's a real Canadian.

Denim jacket. And like, you know, others are. Oh, my God. Real denim jacket. Real denim. Invisible guy. A real jacket. We'll do a T-shirt design.

We'll run out of actual cryptids of him for our shirts. All right, Laro, being a good guy, started lecturing D on how coercing young women into sex work isn't moral and all of that. This was the funniest part. Without prompting, the planchette began moving again very, very, very quickly from S to H to U spelling shut up.

That's right, folks. A ghost told my friend to shut up. I quickly punched Laro with my free hand and also agreed. Yeah, Laro, shut up. Andrea asked D if he liked Laro. No, was the answer. Sophia, a sweet girl who had been afraid, asked if he liked her.

Yes, was what was responded. You are the greatest of all time. What was his name again? She got like Mountain Fudge in my head. Fudgy prime, Fudgy prime, the Canadian Pimp. It's Fudgy prime. Fudgy prime, Fudgy prime, the Canadian Pimp. He wears denim because it makes him like us.

She was touched by the answer until we reminded her that D was a middle-aged pimp. We asked if D had been killed because of his job. Yes. If it was lonely in the afterlife, no. If he had friends there, no. If he had enemies there, yes. If the person who killed him was with him was with him there,

yes, that's a bummer. But it was time for cake, so we bit him fair well. Got him. Where he's going? Come back here. Sorry, dude, sorry, dude, sorry, dude. We gotta go have a cake. Bye, bye, bye. I've got my life story to tell you, bitches.

See, he's probably the guy who's calling people bitches. Fudge, he's like, where are you going, bitches? Yeah, bitch. I'm Fudgy prime. Man, I wish I was. Oh, man. Dude, with that voice, Fudgy prime's like four foot even, just this waddling, boob-a-style man.

He is a meatball of a man. And a denim jacket, and he has a patch on the back that's the, you know, Canadian flag. And he looks like Bob Hoskins from the Mario movie. Yeah. Equally as drunk out of the time. His cocaine is just like a bunch of labats glued together. And he's like...

A few hours later, most of the guests had gone. It was just me, Maria, and our pal, Farrell. We decided to play a couple more rounds before Farrell and I had to leave. When we got another yes from the Invitational question, we asked the spirit's name. And as usual, and like last time, it was D. Is this the same D we spoke to earlier?

Yes. Nice to see you again, I said. We talked to him for a while longer. His favorite color was, guess what? Red? Guess his favorite color? Purple. Yeah, it's purple.

You're right, it's purple. The most pimped answer we read for Canada, but I guess the pimp won out. The pimp won out at the end. Yeah, the pimp in him won out. Like a light, washed, blue denim color he loves. I asked him where he grew up, and he responded, I don't know.

So I responded with, you don't know where you grew up, and their answer was yes. Did you forget? Yes. Do you remember your parents? No. Oh, I'm sorry. Is it hard to remember things in the afterlife?

Yes. What do you remember? Then he spelled wife. The three of us collectively awed at that. What was her name? It began to spell, I don't know, and I finished, and Maria finished by saying, you don't remember.

It went to yes. Sad, right? What do you remember about her? It spelled hair. He had two kids, a boy and a girl, the daughter older. He didn't remember their names either, but this is where it got a little scary for us. We had talked for a while now, and it was late.

It was late. We had exhausted most topics, and Maria decided to ask, is there anything you wanted to talk about? It responded with life. Do you want us to help you remember your life? Yes. How can we do that?

Maria asked. It spelled out. We stopped looking at each other. You never, never let a spirit out no matter what. I'm sorry, Dia said. We can't do that. Yes, he answered. No, Maria backed me up.

We can't let you out. I'm sorry. N-O-W came to reply. Yeah, no. We were done at this point, shaken up. We're going to say goodbye now, D, but it's been really good to meet you. The planchette nearly flew over to no.

Yeah, Farrell said. We're going now, goodbye. We manually moved the planchette through goodbye, seeing as D probably wouldn't have helped us with it. Shaking, we ended the session and lit candles to cleanse the room. It was freaky, but by far the most interesting experience I've ever had.

See, I was, I was hoping it would be like, actually, I'm not DG, a pimp from, from Canada. I am Devon Guy. Right? You know, like you fools. It was me, demon, demon G. Yeah. Demon man.

All right, we've got one more story and we'll end on this. This is from a woman by the name of Annette. She begins by saying, yes, my experience is so unscientific, so incredible. I am embarrassed to tell it. I do believe in science. I am not normally a follower of Hocus Pocus,

yet I was there. I saw it with my own eyes. I don't really like to think of it or even speak of it anymore, but here I go. Maybe someone out there has an explanation for this. Maybe my experience can help someone in some way. By the way, I don't know what that freaking board and planchette is, but I am convinced it is not a toy.

Okay, now you're gonna think I'm a little off for sure, but read on and tell me what you think. I was a young girl when someone first brought a Ouija board to our house. I was so excited by this. I had read and heard about them, but my mother thought they were a terrible idea. Some young friends were also there

and we tried to play with it. Although nothing hit was happening and it was a major disappointment. When my mom, who was Italian-American, saw that we were really serious about playing with it, she hit the roof. My mom, though American-born, didn't speak English until she was 10.

Although she always looked attractive and modern, she had some old country ways and superstitions about her. She and her sisters would sometimes talk about the evil eye. What a, what a, what a unique little tidbit of, like, look, she was old way, but hot. My mom looked like she was from the old country, but she was fine, just putting it out there.

I'm like, hold on, hold on. Okay, now I got it, I can picture it, thank you. A fun fact about the evil eye curse, my family has the evil eye curse cast upon it. Oh, that would explain why you're such a mess. Yeah, also, that's probably why, that's probably why St. Louis talked to you. He's like, I've already dealt with this one.

He is already, I already know this one. Also comes from the Italian side of the family. I don't know if it's like that, like specific. I never really looked too far into it, but yeah, we apparently have the evil eye curse on us because we betrayed somebody long ago. I don't know. They would shoe us young ones away,

but we would sneak close by and hear some of it, as kids do. She was soup, she was, yeah, she was secretly superstitious. Maybe this was why she had such a terrible reaction when she saw the Ouija board. She demanded that we get it out of her house pronto. She was so angry.

Usually she was the calm one, well, pretty calm anyway. We thought she was acting crazy. It turned out that the friend who brought it over was giving it to me to keep, so then mom was embarrassed. She told us that she heard it was a dangerous game, nothing good could happen from playing with it. She told my friend, honey, I wish you would keep it at your house.

I don't really want it at mine. I then heard her mutter, that blank sent that thing to my house. That was not like my mom and the blank is a swear, but we never know what the swear is. Of course she's gone now and I miss her terribly, but she was usually polite. Naturally that interested me more.

After my friends left, she realized her mistake and stashed it in the closet with a lot of old clothes covering it. Then she distracted me, my parents were masters of distraction and I totally forgot about it. Fast forward seven years later and I go to college. I was only 17, childish still,

and wanted people to like me. I was quiet and a little shy. One evening I came back from the library and five or six girls, some I knew, but some I didn't, were across the hall from me in a dark room playing with what looked to be a Ouija board. They asked me to come in and join them. I wanted to meet more people, but I had demurred.

I had suddenly turned into my mother. I said, oh, I tried that thing once, it doesn't work. Anyway, even if it did, nothing good could come of it. Don't play with that thing. Maybe I had forebodings. They didn't give up, they kept at me. You know the age group. They told me the planchette would not move, no luck.

I reluctantly sat down with them. I thought incredible waste of time. To their surprise and believe me, mine once I sat down, the atmosphere changed rapidly. I just put my fingers over the planchette hovering really and the freaking thing started moving all over the place. What the hell? I adhere that I swear now, but never then.

I was such a good Catholic girl. The others complained. You're not supposed to be touching it. Take your fingers off of it. I wasn't touching it. The planchette was moving so fast that I could barely read what was quickly being spelled out. And I have always been a fast reader.

Something was contacting us and it wasn't me. A little girl, girl ghost maybe, who lived not recently named Deirdre spelled out. So quickly we had to help each other read it. That she died falling out of the buggy and her head was crushed by a wheel. Damn. She missed.

That's a fucking rough way to go, dude. Jesus Christ. She missed her father terribly. Everyone was wearing black. The whole house and the servants were sad and mourning. She was nine. This was just the beginning. Oh everybody, at least all of the spirits we met

had a story. Friendly ghosts like Casper, but not. I had looked forward toward meeting more people in college but I had hoped they'd be among the living. At first it all looked so rosy and so exciting. The benign ghosts come and interest you. You think it's always going to be like this. You want to be at that board all the time.

It's very addictive. More, more and more. We girls all felt like we had a delicious secret. We walked around in a daze. No one wanted the adults, which meant anyone older than us. We were all freshmen to know. We had a feeling they'd behave like our mom. However, it had become sort of an open secret

and word eventually got around. One of the society debs in the dorm who wouldn't have given little ordinance me, try that again. One of the society debs in the dorm who wouldn't have given little ordinance me, ordinary me the time of day before, asked me to come in and work her board.

I couldn't. I don't know why and her interest waned. Whoops, I guess me and the great, great niece of the long dead robber baron were not going to be buds. What a surprise. No problem. I was getting plenty of attention in that dark second room floor, our second floor room.

Yes, by now we had moved into my room. The board continued to work as long as I was there. We didn't know it, but things were about to change. To be fair, after about a week, one of our little Casper friends who we were getting so attached to and how could this ever be a good thing, warned us that something bad was coming.

She suddenly spelled, don't let him in. I believed it. I was all for shutting down the whole enterprise, but apparently this new event excited some people. Against my better judgment, one of the girls encouraged this bad spirit, pigment of our collective imaginations, whatever you want to call it, into my dorm room.

Everything changed again and it was swift. Now, this is how it seems to work. If it works, I still don't really know what happened, but this is what I remember. The nine spirits seem to show up first, but they're only paving the way for something worse. It's interesting in the beginning and draws you in. You don't know what's coming.

We all had become addicted. I became popular for my non-existent psychic abilities. I still have no idea what all this really was. I can't in good faith claim credit. Those of us involved had begun skipping classes. Some girls became ill. The atmosphere was different now, something more sinister. We began to argue,

especially because the other girls wanted me to be on that board all the time. Feelings of excitement and fun turned into unease and fear. The spirits or whatever the hell they were became sort of evil, or shall I just say plain bad. No more little girl ghosts telling their sweets but sad stories. I don't even believe in ghosts.

These new entities would curse and swear, threaten us. They quickly, almost in a rage, spelled out bad language that I had never heard before. And my father had used pretty salty languages when I was a kid. Whatever was contacting us now terrified us, at least most of us. The fun stuff was over

and it didn't seem to be coming back anytime soon. I don't know how else to explain it. I had continued to go to class, but every time I would return girls who were no longer going to their classes were hunched over the board waiting for me. I don't even think they took showers anymore. There were just a few who didn't,

there were just a few who never stopped. Some odd things happened too. Lights went out, candles wouldn't hold their flame. A strange wind could be felt in the room. We heard unexplainable eerie noises. Most of us were scared to death. Some of the girls were getting sick. I could see the whole thing was getting too weird.

Despite hardcore followers, I felt like something had to be done and I had to stop it. Here I apologized to everyone who thought that I was normal. If I hadn't lived through all this, I wouldn't believe me either. I didn't know what to do. So I did what I always did in situations I couldn't handle.

I called my mom. She was great after she yelled at me. She told me to break up the board and destroy it. The planchette too. Then she told me to burn it. I said, mom, I don't think I can just burn it on a campus like that besides it's not my board. She replied, find a way.

I'll send you money. Pay her for it. I didn't raise an idiot. Afterwards, bury it. Not shallow either. Then pour salt over it and bring your rosary. It would be a good if you set a prayer too. Some of the girls recognizing that we needed to get rid

of the thing sooner rather than later helped me. We were a site, a group of quaking college girls burying burned bits and ashes of this game with a shovel. Then spreading salt on the dirt by light of the moon. Not one of my best moments. My good friend, one of the ring leaders of the Ouija board fiasco was now in the hospital. These were the kinds of serious things that were happening.

She had passed out during math class right in the middle of something the professor was explaining. Her head fell forward with a bang. When the professor yelled at her, we all thought it was Yvonne just goofing off again. She was always a clown. I thought she was kidding too. Our desk were pushed together.

I pulled her ponytail and her head hit the desk again, hard. I'll never forget that. She felt lifeless. I thought she was dead. I screamed. The ambulance came. What a stupid way to get someone's attention. Pull their ponytail.

I turned out she had undiagnosed diabetes. So this too had has totally logical explanations. I remember something else too. Only a few weeks later, the same math professor fell off of the scaffolding while painting the front of his house. We never saw him again. He had broken both legs.

He was so serious. The students liked to tease him. We used to joke about him, giggle, generally give him a hard time. He gave us tons of homework. There were always the hope that something would happen to him so we could have a little rest and then something had. We all felt terribly ashamed and guilty.

Of course, we don't know if we had anything to do with it, if it was just a bad luck or it was part of our creepy pastime. In 50 years, this experience has never left me. 50 years? Damn. That's 50 years after the event. Got a little creepy, creepy pasta-y towards the end,

I would say. Yeah. But more than anything, it just really makes me wanna use a Ouija board. God, I would be lying if I didn't have an urge to try it, if I wasn't such a scared bitch of actually inviting something into my house. Downside of this is that a demon possesses us

or infests us or haunts us in some way, right? Pretty rough downside. But we're in the public eye. We could probably spin this. We could probably get some sort of TV special, some sort of skin walker ranch type deal. Our luck was like you and I might get haunted, Jesse wouldn't, and he just wouldn't believe this.

No, I would not believe you at all. His haunting would be like a sound of something that like a birth like that Malcolm in the middle episode with the birthday card where they can't figure out where it is and like, you know, it would just be like a clock somewhere in his walls or something. And then he like turns into a Edgar Allen Poe protagonist. But we would be like clawing out our eyes

and like like Sam Neill and Van Horizon type vibes. Going through a demonic possession. Yeah, straight up. Well, we have a mini-sode to go record and I'm freaking thrilled about this one. I can't wait to go talk more about the weird UFO stuff happening. Next week will be an Alex episode.

Get ready. It's crazy. I'm so, I'm so you've been teasing like what this is going to be. You've said it's going to be amazing. I cannot wait. And then after that, we begin the next deep dive into something crazy as well. I'm pumped. We will be, we'll be back next week, everybody.

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