The following (for those who may be interested) are a few of my personal experiences with the Ouija board. They are not embellished urban legends. They are indeed what I experienced first hand during my time with the board.
My "witch" friend (who introduced me to the Ouija) told me to always burn a white candle to ward off evil spirits while playing with the Ouija. So, I did as she recommended. (Oh yea, I can just see ‘evil spirits’ shuddering at the thought of a white candle burning. LOL) Anyway, it became my custom to purchase a pack of candles (and some smokes) before proceeding with an evening with the Ouija board. I learned it was a good idea when first starting a session with the board to ask a few simple direct questions, to which you knew the answers to (similar to the process of a lie detector test). This way you could ‘test the spirits’ or, the ‘connection’ to see how responsive the board was going to be. So one night, I had just purchased a pack of candles and was about to get started and I asked the board how many candles were in the pack. (It was a pack of four). Answer, "Three". I asked again. Answer, "Three". I asked a third time to get the same response. Finally I gave up asking that question and continued on with the session. I was surprised at how strong the connection was throughout the evening considering how the board "failed" my first simple question/test. Well as the evening began to wind down, I had only one candle left to burn. As I talked with my guest, I attempted to light the candle. But it wouldn’t catch flame. I swapped it end for end and tried again, but to no avail. Finally I held the candle up to the light. There was no wick inside the candle. It was just a piece of wax. Ergo, there were only "Three" candles in the pack. Experiences like this one make me believe the Ouija’s ‘answers’ are not a psychological phenomenon, as there was no way I could have known before hand there was a wick missing in one of the candles.
I refused to play the Ouija without a cigarette. Not for protection or anything, I just had to smoke when playing it. One night while playing and when the board was really ‘hot’ (a strong connection), I ran out of smokes. I decided I would go out for some smokes and return, but the board insisted on continuing without interruption. I said, "OK, fine. Show me where there are some smokes in this house and I will continue. Otherwise, no deal." Answer, "Look under couch". Directly underneath where I was sitting on my couch was a freshly opened pack of Marlboro Lights (the brand I smoked). I had no recollection of how those cigarettes had gotten placed there under the couch.
I once had an entity tell me my house was a gateway to Hell and that thousands of devils came and went through it all the time. Sound’s goofy now, but back then, it was unnerving.
I once had one tell me there was buried treasure in my backyard, but I never believed it. Just another of many lies.
I had a friend who was a skeptic to stop by one night that claimed this was "All in your mind, Steve". He agreed to play the board to prove his charge. I was quite ‘seasoned’ with the board by this time and knew how to use it. I asked him right off, if there had been any ‘supernatural’ experiences in his life that he could remember. He swallowed a bit, and admitted that there was one event. I instructed him not to tell me anything about the actual event. I asked him if he remembered how old he was at the time it occurred. He did. I asked the board, "How old was Robert when he had this experience?" Answer, "12". I thought for a moment my skeptic friend would faint. For several moments he was unable to speak. Then he told me that when he was twelve years old, his grandfather had died and just at the moment of his death, he came to Robert’s house in spirit form, to say good bye. Funny, sometime later I ran into Robert and asked him what he thought of the experience. "Ah, its all a bunch of crap". Which causes me to think that some people even when faced with the evidence, can’t or are afraid to go contrary to what they ‘must’ believe.
There were more experiences with the board that I can remember, but this is already a long post.
It got to the point where it was damned scary.
Steve . . .