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Got me straight up shook. I can't even front.Here's the full story. Didn't realize it would be a confusing read with the huge gap in between.
Like five years ago when I first went to college. Lived in the student homes that had 4 rooms and what not. On move in day I was chillin with my new room mates, just getting to know each other and what not. We crack open a case of beer and one of the guys asks "who bought the ouija board"? The rest of us looked around like wth you talmbout. He brings us to the hall closet and sure enough it was right there. We all look around like FTS, I'm not touching it. We leave it there for most of the semester until one night we had a party. Got some people over and drinks are flowing. Some random girl I never saw before (not once have I seen her since that night) brings the ouija board out to the living room and convinces two of my room mates to play. My life was never the same after that night. I never believed in stuff like that until that happened. Can't believe I actually wrote that much about it. Haven't really spoken about it since it happened.
So the girl convinces my room mates to use the board. Everyone is pretty interested at first, but the allure died down after they kept spelling profane words and talmsome "these dead **** tryna buss it open". The lulz were had and we left them in the living room, while most of the party that didn't leave by now went to the kitchen for more drinks. I kept looking at the girl though because it was weird that I'd never seen her all semester, yet earlier she said "I've been here... Around, you know?"
So about twenty minutes go by and the party's dying down. The music stops (which I then attribute to the song changing or something) and I hear a knock at the door. I go to open it, thinking it's folks that still want to party. But my room mate shouts at the top of his lungs "DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!" So I turn around and see him rushing to get to his feet while my other room mate is entranced staring at the girl... Who has a twisted look on her face. Dude that just stood up tried to pull the entranced room mate to his feet, but dude wouldn't bulge. The girl had a sick grin on her face as she said "So close..."
I hurry over and helped lift our room mate up. Carried him to the shower and turned the water on. He snapped out of it but seemed pretty loopy. Said the last word he remembered spelling was "close", which my other room mate said they spelled roughly 20 minutes ago. Dude said the words started getting progressively weirder after that. Said they spelled "mine" "trap" and "forev". I asked him why he shouted out. He said he noticed the girls mouth twisting into a eerie grin as they kept going. Apparently they spelled "let us in". He said that immediately after the glass landed on the last n, there was a knock at the door.
I never got to see who was outside of our apartment. Don't think I wanted to. When we left the bathroom, the girl and everyone else had left and the ouija board had vanished. My room mate was never quite the same. I moved out the following weekend and would see him around the campus looking completely out of it. Dude used to pride himself on not drinking/smoking. He's been heavy on the bottle ever since from what I hear and he always has a cigarette lit whenever I see him. We never spoke again after I moved.
So you're telling me an inanimate object was capable of breaking the laws of physics and somehow reappear at her house?Naw.
I wont ever mess with that.
My ex had one and she couldnt get rid of it.
She threw it away on garbage day and the garbage man picked up the trash.
The next day the board the same exact board was sitting on the ground in her garage.
Her next attempt to get rid of it was leave it at the beach after a visit to the beach.
Hoping beach cleaners would just throw it away.
Next day the same exact board appeared on her dresser.
The way she was finally ridnof it was a move.
This all happened in Guam. When she moved back to Cali and left the board in Guam it was gone.
Never appeared again.
So you're telling me an inanimate object was capable of breaking the laws of physics and somehow reappear at her house?
Come on b. This is exactly what im talking about.
Who knew the girl before the party?Here's the full story. Didn't realize it would be a confusing read with the huge gap in between.
Like five years ago when I first went to college. Lived in the student homes that had 4 rooms and what not. On move in day I was chillin with my new room mates, just getting to know each other and what not. We crack open a case of beer and one of the guys asks "who bought the ouija board"? The rest of us looked around like wth you talmbout. He brings us to the hall closet and sure enough it was right there. We all look around like FTS, I'm not touching it. We leave it there for most of the semester until one night we had a party. Got some people over and drinks are flowing. Some random girl I never saw before (not once have I seen her since that night) brings the ouija board out to the living room and convinces two of my room mates to play. My life was never the same after that night. I never believed in stuff like that until that happened. Can't believe I actually wrote that much about it. Haven't really spoken about it since it happened.
So the girl convinces my room mates to use the board. Everyone is pretty interested at first, but the allure died down after they kept spelling profane words and talmsome "these dead **** tryna buss it open". The lulz were had and we left them in the living room, while most of the party that didn't leave by now went to the kitchen for more drinks. I kept looking at the girl though because it was weird that I'd never seen her all semester, yet earlier she said "I've been here... Around, you know?"
So about twenty minutes go by and the party's dying down. The music stops (which I then attribute to the song changing or something) and I hear a knock at the door. I go to open it, thinking it's folks that still want to party. But my room mate shouts at the top of his lungs "DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!" So I turn around and see him rushing to get to his feet while my other room mate is entranced staring at the girl... Who has a twisted look on her face. Dude that just stood up tried to pull the entranced room mate to his feet, but dude wouldn't bulge. The girl had a sick grin on her face as she said "So close..."
I hurry over and helped lift our room mate up. Carried him to the shower and turned the water on. He snapped out of it but seemed pretty loopy. Said the last word he remembered spelling was "close", which my other room mate said they spelled roughly 20 minutes ago. Dude said the words started getting progressively weirder after that. Said they spelled "mine" "trap" and "forev". I asked him why he shouted out. He said he noticed the girls mouth twisting into a eerie grin as they kept going. Apparently they spelled "let us in". He said that immediately after the glass landed on the last n, there was a knock at the door.
I never got to see who was outside of our apartment. Don't think I wanted to. When we left the bathroom, the girl and everyone else had left and the ouija board had vanished. My room mate was never quite the same. I moved out the following weekend and would see him around the campus looking completely out of it. Dude used to pride himself on not drinking/smoking. He's been heavy on the bottle ever since from what I hear and he always has a cigarette lit whenever I see him. We never spoke again after I moved.
Here's the full story. Didn't realize it would be a confusing read with the huge gap in between.
Like five years ago when I first went to college. Lived in the student homes that had 4 rooms and what not. On move in day I was chillin with my new room mates, just getting to know each other and what not. We crack open a case of beer and one of the guys asks "who bought the ouija board"? The rest of us looked around like wth you talmbout. He brings us to the hall closet and sure enough it was right there. We all look around like FTS, I'm not touching it. We leave it there for most of the semester until one night we had a party. Got some people over and drinks are flowing. Some random girl I never saw before (not once have I seen her since that night) brings the ouija board out to the living room and convinces two of my room mates to play. My life was never the same after that night. I never believed in stuff like that until that happened. Can't believe I actually wrote that much about it. Haven't really spoken about it since it happened.
So the girl convinces my room mates to use the board. Everyone is pretty interested at first, but the allure died down after they kept spelling profane words and talmsome "these dead **** tryna buss it open". The lulz were had and we left them in the living room, while most of the party that didn't leave by now went to the kitchen for more drinks. I kept looking at the girl though because it was weird that I'd never seen her all semester, yet earlier she said "I've been here... Around, you know?"
So about twenty minutes go by and the party's dying down. The music stops (which I then attribute to the song changing or something) and I hear a knock at the door. I go to open it, thinking it's folks that still want to party. But my room mate shouts at the top of his lungs "DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!" So I turn around and see him rushing to get to his feet while my other room mate is entranced staring at the girl... Who has a twisted look on her face. Dude that just stood up tried to pull the entranced room mate to his feet, but dude wouldn't bulge. The girl had a sick grin on her face as she said "So close..."
I hurry over and helped lift our room mate up. Carried him to the shower and turned the water on. He snapped out of it but seemed pretty loopy. Said the last word he remembered spelling was "close", which my other room mate said they spelled roughly 20 minutes ago. Dude said the words started getting progressively weirder after that. Said they spelled "mine" "trap" and "forev". I asked him why he shouted out. He said he noticed the girls mouth twisting into a eerie grin as they kept going. Apparently they spelled "let us in". He said that immediately after the glass landed on the last n, there was a knock at the door.
I never got to see who was outside of our apartment. Don't think I wanted to. When we left the bathroom, the girl and everyone else had left and the ouija board had vanished. My room mate was never quite the same. I moved out the following weekend and would see him around the campus looking completely out of it. Dude used to pride himself on not drinking/smoking. He's been heavy on the bottle ever since from what I hear and he always has a cigarette lit whenever I see him. We never spoke again after I moved.
same thing happen with my cousins as said a couple pages back. crayNaw.
I wont ever mess with that.
My ex had one and she couldnt get rid of it.
She threw it away on garbage day and the garbage man picked up the trash.
The next day the board the same exact board was sitting on the ground in her garage.
Her next attempt to get rid of it was leave it at the beach after a visit to the beach.
Hoping beach cleaners would just throw it away.
Next day the same exact board appeared on her dresser.
The way she was finally ridnof it was a move.
This all happened in Guam. When she moved back to Cali and left the board in Guam it was gone.
Never appeared again.
A blinkin didn't you go to SSU?
So the girl convinces my room mates to use the board. Everyone is pretty interested at first, but the allure died down after they kept spelling profane words and talmsome "these dead **** tryna buss it open". The lulz were had and we left them in the living room, while most of the party that didn't leave by now went to the kitchen for more drinks. I kept looking at the girl though because it was weird that I'd never seen her all semester, yet earlier she said "I've been here... Around, you know?"
So about twenty minutes go by and the party's dying down. The music stops (which I then attribute to the song changing or something) and I hear a knock at the door. I go to open it, thinking it's folks that still want to party. But my room mate shouts at the top of his lungs "DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!" So I turn around and see him rushing to get to his feet while my other room mate is entranced staring at the girl... Who has a twisted look on her face. Dude that just stood up tried to pull the entranced room mate to his feet, but dude wouldn't bulge. The girl had a sick grin on her face as she said "So close..."
I hurry over and helped lift our room mate up. Carried him to the shower and turned the water on. He snapped out of it but seemed pretty loopy. Said the last word he remembered spelling was "close", which my other room mate said they spelled roughly 20 minutes ago. Dude said the words started getting progressively weirder after that. Said they spelled "mine" "trap" and "forev". I asked him why he shouted out. He said he noticed the girls mouth twisting into a eerie grin as they kept going. Apparently they spelled "let us in". He said that immediately after the glass landed on the last n, there was a knock at the door.
I never got to see who was outside of our apartment. Don't think I wanted to. When we left the bathroom, the girl and everyone else had left and the ouija board had vanished. My room mate was never quite the same. I moved out the following weekend and would see him around the campus looking completely out of it. Dude used to pride himself on not drinking/smoking. He's been heavy on the bottle ever since from what I hear and he always has a cigarette lit whenever I see him. We never spoke again after I moved
at anyone who thinks that something made by Hasbro, available at Toys R Us, is capable of contacting the dead.
at anyone who believes anything like this.
at anyone who thinks that something made by Hasbro, available at Toys R Us, is capable of contacting the dead.
at anyone who believes anything like this.
None of this is true doe.
Like somebody else said, EVERYTHING would change in this world if there was definitive proof of an afterlife.
There would be no atheist anymore.
You do realize ouija boards were made long before Hasbro was established?
Have you played with it? I too am very skeptical and I am not afraid of ghosts, spirits or any of that but I do want to know the scientific explanation as to why that planchette moved to the correct words or numbers when asked a question?!?!?
I think this Halloween, I am going to buy a ouija board, and do another session at some grave site, burial ground or abandoned hospital cause they are bound to be spirits at these locations. NT summit?
You do realize ouija boards were made long before Hasbro was established?
but I do want to know the scientific explanation as to why that planchette moved to the correct words or numbers when asked a question?!?!?
A blinkin didn't you go to SSU?
Nah, Augusta state. Been down to Savannah state a few times though.