Four remarkable, terrifying true stories of paranormal contact through the Ouija

THERE ARE PERHAPS no other categories of true paranormal stories that readers find scarier than experiences with the Ouija board. Let’s face it: It has a frightening reputation, whether you believe the stories or not. And maybe it’s because it’s such a common occult item. Who among us as not experimented with the board at one time or another and had strange results?

The results the readers experienced in the tales that follow are perhaps stranger than most. Are they true, partly true, exaggerated, or entirely fabricated to give you a good scare? I’ll leave that judgment up to you, but I’ll bet in any case that they’ll make you think twice before you ever again rest your fingers on the Ouija planchette.

A MESSAGE FROM MOM

This happened during the early weeks of June, 2012 in the Poconos, Pennsylvania. Every summer break I would visit my best friend, Nicole, who I have known since the sixth grade. This summer visit had been, to say the least, the most unusual.

As soon as I arrived at her house she explained to me that she and her father had gone to a flea market and she found a cheap Ouija board that she would love to try out later that night. Me, being a believer in aliens, spirits, ghosts, etc., I was a bit scared to try it. In the back of my mind I knew that this was not a good idea, but not wanting to ruin her fun or seem like a scaredy-cat, I agreed to it.

As night came, Nicole and I were lounging around until she asked me if I would like to try the Ouija board. She placed 8-10 lit candles in an oval around the Ouija board and told me to sit across from her. We placed the Ouija board between us, resting in our laps with our fingers pressed lightly on the planchette.

I was a bit nervous, I'll be honest. I just didn't know what to expect. Nicole was more excited about this than I was, so she did most of the talking, asking questions like, "Ouija, are you there? Ouija, are you with us?" Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening, which relaxed me slightly. My friend continued this approach for about ten minutes before getting a bit frustrated and deciding that we had to be doing something wrong since nothing was happening. She looked online for more directions on how to correctly use the Ouija board, and it turns out we had to hold the planchette a specific way.

We did as instructed and my friend continued her questioning, "Ouija, are you there? Ouija, are you with us?" Now here's where it gets weird. We started to hear noises. A distant cry could be heard. I wrote it off, thinking it could have just been the TV going on in another room. Then the curtains on her window started to rustle. The wind, I would say... but her windows weren't open and her A/C wasn't on. Then a floor board creaked. Okay, I thought, these are just coincidences.

Then the candle to the right of me started to flicker! But just one candle! Nicole and I looked around in confusion at all the other candles, but only that one flickered. Its shadow would dim and grow, dim and grow, dim and grow, until its shadow grew to an unusually big circle.

Nicole continued, "Ouija, are you there?" All of a sudden the planchette moved! We looked up at each other, wide-eyed. "Ouija, are you with us?" Nicole asked again, and the planchette moved slowly but surely to YES. "Ouija, how did you die?" It didn't answer. "How did you die? Did you die in a fire, Ouija?" This time the planchette moved to NO. "Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit?" It moved to NO.

Finally, Nicole asked, "Ouija, who are you?" Slowly the planchette spelled out M-O-M in precise and sure movements. I remember choking out, "Mom?" I began to cry.

My mother died when I turned eight, two weeks after my birthday on July 31, 2004, from a freak accident while on a hiking trip with friends. She was only 44 years old. This certainly was not my friend moving the planchette. Never in a million years would she play such a cruel prank on me. She asked me if I wanted to stop, but I told her no. I wanted to see what my mom wanted.

This time I asked the questions, while my subdued and shocked friend watched. "Mom, is that you?" YES, the planchette moved. I cried. "How old were you when you died?" It moved toward the 4 and stayed there. "How old was I?" It pointed to the 8. "How old was Christian when you died?" Christian is my little brother, four years younger than I. The planchette moved to the 4.

She answered all I needed to know. Even Nicole hadn't known when my mother died or how old she was, or even how old I was. I rarely ever talk about it. Then I started rambling, "Mom, I miss you so much. I love you so much. I miss you. Things haven't been the same." I was a mess. I asked, "Do you miss me, Mom?" It moved to the YES. I could just feel how much she meant it. It made my heart break. I asked her if she loved me and the planchette stayed at the YES. I know these are silly questions to ask, but I just really wanted to hear them. I missed her so much.

I don't remember how long she had been there, but I remember her saying GOODBYE. Afterward, I felt relief. I felt like a weight I didn't even know was there was lifted off my shoulders. I felt that she had been trying to contact me this whole time and finally got to. I had not talked to her since, but I will never forget that experience for as long as I live.

Nicole and I have only talked of it once more after that, but never again. I am just grateful for the experience. I do not advise anyone to try it, though, because I was lucky enough to just have my mom contact me. You can never be too sure with Ouija boards. Be very careful if you ever use one. – Shannon C.

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