Ok, here's the ouiji board story, although I feel like y'all may feel let down by all the hype. Also, if the spirit comes back by me retelling the story (I haven't told the
full story to anyone), I'm sending it to y'all

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Ok. I'm in college and my best friend at the time and dorm mate invited me home to her house for the weekend. So, at one point we are really bored and she suggests playing with a ouiji board. As I've mentioned earlier, she had a really old one made of wood that doesn't look like the ones that are mass produced today. So we get something after awhile - and I have to tell you that we were actually calling to invoke a spirit. We realized we had something when the pointer thing started doing a figure eight between questions. We asked the spirit it's name and it spelled out ***** (I'm pretty freaked out to even put the name down - all I can say is that it's a name from the bible, but spelled differently - I think - and definately not one that either one of us would have ever thought of). So we ask some questions. blah blah nothing interesting, other than the energy was pretty strong. We didn't want to lose this spirit, so we told her that we were going to go back to school and would she follow....yes...then we asked her to have a sign so we would know it was her. "she" immediately went in a clockwise pattern around the space between the s and the t. The weird thing is, when we connected with her and everytime after, I felt a chill - tingling - whatever you want to call it, running up and down my spine continuously the whole time we'd be in contact. So we go back to the dorms and we "play" again just to make sure she's still there - yep, same figure eight and then clockwise circling around the s and t. When we decided it was time to go to the dining hall, I went to find my dining card - that I KNOW I put in my coat pocket b4 we left for her house and had even checked to make sure it was still there b4 we left. Now, it's missing. I tore everything apart - no card. So BF says, let's ask *****. We get on the board. She tells us to look in my coat. I say no, it's not there. Coat, coat, coat over and over again. So I go look......it's there

. A little freaked out, but grateful, I thank her by name without going on the board. Needless to say, we used it again and again. One point we thought it was cool to show it off to a group of our friends. A couple of the boys started making fun and we let go of the pointy thing and after a few seconds it flew off the board sideways.

I was pretty freaked out by this time. Not only because of what had just happened, but because I was starting to "feel" ***** hanging around even when we weren't using the board. Plus, the reason I let go of the pointy thing when I did was because I could "feel" the anger from the spirit - listen folks, I know I sound crazy at this point, but all I can do is recount what I experienced. We used it a few more times and BF and I noticed that the "signal" that it was her had changed. It was a small difference, but it was different nonetheless. Instead of going clockwise around the s and t, it started going counter clockwise. I told BF that I wasn't feeling comfortable anymore and was pretty freaked. I also confided that I was feeling "her" when we weren't using the board and she said she experienced the same thing. It felt like someone was always watching you. like you were never alone. So, the night we agreed not to use it anymore, I went to bed. I put socks on that night (this is relevant, so bear with me). That night I had a verrrry vivid dream. One of those dreams - bella, you know what I mean. I dreamt that ***** was MAD and she came at me in the dream with a razor and started to cut my neck. I'll never forget it. It was an inch and a half straight cut. I woke up screaming and clutching my hand to my neck as I bolted straight up from my bed (I've never done that by the way). As I regained my composure, I noticed that my ankle was throbbing. I took off my sock to discover the very same cut I'd seen in my dream, but on my ankle instead. Not jagged, but a slit an inch and a half long - not a scratch - a slice. Majorly freaked by now, I told BF that I thought we should split up the board for over Christmas break (it was just a few days away before we'd both be going back to our homes for break). She agreed and took the board while I took the pointer. The last experience I had was back at the farmhouse. My mom found the pointer and asked what it was. I told her that BF and I were playing with a ouiji board and I must have forgotten I had it (I did not tell her at all what we were dealing with - remember, she can't handle that stuff and I didn't want to mention the spirit at all). She flipped out that I was even messing with such things and tells me, as she is going down the basement stairs to never play again with it again. As the words are coming out of her mouth I heard her fall. She fell halfway down the basement stairs. She regained her composure and reitterated again that I should never play with it. I agreed and never did. Ever, ever, ever again. It took a long while for me to shake the feeling that ***** was still around.
In hindsight, the weirdest thing were the chills/tingling that ran up and down my spine while I was in contact - I'd never felt anything like it and I never have since.