Haunting Ouija Board Encounters | Halloween, Haunted Churches, Sleepovers & Mimics (x346)

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The entity who was attached to my mom decided that it wanted to start to look like me.

Nope.

Reason number 3005 why I should not use a Ouija board. [music and singing] Yeah. Very spooky.

Hello.

Do you want to play a game?

Depends on which one, right?

Ouija boards.

Ones that we have told you not to play,

but have done it ourselves

and are in boxes full of stories.

Love them. My gosh, so many.

This is two girls, one ghost.

Two girls, one ghost. We are your ghostesses. That is Kim. Hi, I'm Sabrina. This is an encounters episode where you email us your personal haunted

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experiences and then we read them back to you

and wonder well actually we thank our ourselves that we're not as haunted as you.

Yeah, that's really what this is about. It's feeling better about ourselves every year.

And thank you for letting us do that.

We've themed Ouija boards.

Yeah. Do you want to go first?

There are so freaking many.

So many. I really tried to find I was like oh maybe I'll find a funny Ouija board story and then I didn't because there were just too many good scary ones.

Oh yeah. I wanted to read as many as I could so I picked three like kind of shorterish ones.

Great to try to pile them in.

I have two and then we have an extra one on Patreon for the only phantoms tier. It's a it's a benefit if you're over

Ouija board on Halloween night

there.

Okay. This is from Ran. It's called Ouija board on Halloween night. A bit of backstory. It was my senior year of high school. So, it was about 7 years ago. I was already interested in the paranormal and hadn't really had any experiences until this Halloween night. Yeah.

On Halloween, of course.

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Perfect time to use a Ouija board or the worst time.

Yeah.

Depending on how you view things

and how you use it and who you use it with

and who you're contacting.

Okay. So, Rashan is contacting spirits alongside a couple of their friends, Diane and Lee or Leah. I'll say Leah. I decided we were going to have a small party at my friend's house, Trace. And Trace had moved to our school for senior year. He had moved from Missouri and he and his mom would be cool with us having a party there. This was the first time that I had ever been to his house, and it would be the last. [laughter] So, school had ended and we all drove over to this place to get started on our costumes. I was a scarecrow, Leah was a vampire, Diane was Mrs. Incredible, and Trace didn't dress up. [laughter] Trace was himself. Party Booer. The night started great. We had some drinks and we were just enjoying some music and board games and his mom made us pizza and she started telling us how she was a witch. I have an aunt who

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studies Wikah and so I was kind of interested in what his mom was saying. She showed us her room that had an altar and idols in it. And fast forward a couple hours, we're all pretty drunk and his mom mentions that she has a Ouija board. Why do I feel like lowkey this is the type of mom we you and I are going to be?

I'm not going to let the teens get drunk. No, but we will be the ones with like, "Hey, we have a Ouija board in our office over here." Everyone's just like peacefully watching paranormal activity trying to get scared. And I'm like, "You want to really get scared? [laughter]

Come here. Come find what I set up in the basement for all of us."

A seance circle.

Mommy's not leaving. I'm playing, too. You're down there.

We're playing picture game. [laughter] I've been trying for years to get Karen to do it.

Noah walks in. [ __ ] Sabrina is here. Guys, everyone, go home.

Weird shit's going to happen. [laughter]

Yeah, he has to move schools. I knew enough at this time about Ouija boards that I didn't really want to mess with them. And his mom told us that everything was going to be okay. She

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does it often. And this should have been a red flag to me. His mom said that she needed someone to put their fingers on the planchette, one person to take notes, and then the others can observe.

To be fair though, if if someone says they have a lot of experience, have done it a lot. I would feel more trusting than someone who's like, I've never done this. Oh my gosh, what's going to happen? I don't know the rules.

Leah volunteered to do the planchette. So, I sat at the table next to his mom. I offered to take notes sitting across from them. and Trace was just laying there on the couch parallel to the table, his back towards the table, so he couldn't really see what was going on. Diane was standing by the end of the couch looking at the table. His mom went over the rules and what we could expect. She said that she would do all the talking. She would ask the questions. She opened up the session. She started saying hello, asked if anyone was with us. The planchet sat there for a minute. She asked a few more questions and it slowly started answering them. I don't remember what was said, but you could feel the tension in the room rising. His mom asked a question and I don't

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remember what the question was but the plan chart then started moving over to the letter Z and it stopped there.

I could feel my stomach drop. I knew where this was going. After a few seconds, the planchette moved from Z this time stopping on O. I looked at his mom. I looked at Leah. I saw their facial expressions. Leah looked shocked probably because this thing is working. And his mom started to look concerned. The planchet started to head back to Z. Nope.

Stopping on it and then quickly back to O. And his mom said, "Nope, we need to end this conversation in session." I was in shock. I could not believe it. His mom put the board away, asked if we were okay. We said, "Yes, we were." And she started to explain to us what had just happened. She told us that the demon had visit us. The Ouija board demon.

The one behind that name. I know you guys know who I'm talking about.

The Zozo.

Yeah, just say it out loud. string it together. She said that any time that she has tried to use the board when

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Trace was home, this demon would come through. Diane and I didn't stay the night there. Diane's mom wanted us home by midnight, so we left around 11:30. Trace was a nice guy. He was funny. He was smart. And I'm not really sure why that demon seemed to be connected to him or his family or maybe the board. But after that, I did not go to his house. And after senior year, we lost contact. I'm not sure if this was the only paranormal thing that had happened in his house or not because we didn't really talk much about paranormal stuff, but I was the only friend that really found this stuff interesting as a teen. So, the situation stuck out to me, but I didn't get to talk about it after.

I'm not sure what the others thought of it. Anyway, that's my story about the Ouija board and the talking demon.

Damn.

See you on the other side, Rashan.

So, here's my theory about this Ouija board demon who we won't repeat his name. I think it's a fun joke. It's like an inside joke with the spirits have on the other side. Do I think that there are some negative entities who use it for malicious intent? For sure. But I

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think

you don't believe in the actual demon itself.

Well, I think because we've put so much energy to it, it probably does exist. But I think a lot of encounters are possibly spirits pulling pranks. They're like, "Are you thinking that because of singular time that we used the Ouija board and it went z and if this is you, you can't hang out anymore and it was like never mind."

It was just just a joke.

I mean, yes, but then that was when we went to the Salem Ouija board museum with Becky Gallentine. But also because if I were a ghost, I would do that. If I saw the like phone lines for Ouija boards ringing, I would run over there and be like, [laughter] I have a plan. I understand that, but I am curious about it only showing up

when Trace is home.

When Trace is home,

maybe Trace has a funny little jokester guardian spirit.

And I I do wonder if Trace's mom actually because it was Halloween and it's like fun or whatever. Like, oo, should we play the Ouija board? But also just like the way that she set it up and just like the seriousness of it,

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which I appreciate that it was serious,

but like it wasn't like, oh, we're going to do like a fun little game or whatever. I'm almost curious if she was testing it out to see

Oh, if the same entity would come forward.

Yeah, I think people know there's more people and it's not just me and Trace.

Interesting. I would love to hear from Trace and his mother.

He seemed like he didn't really care. He's just laying there.

This is part of his life.

Yeah.

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bad spirit: Abigail

Okay. Well, I have a story that is very much about a bad spirit coming through after using a Ouija board.

Yep. [sighs] How they often go,

at least the ones that get emailed to us. And we are going to call this listener Margot. It's called bad spirit. Abigail, hello.

I hope this finds you well for some

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level of an anonymity. Wow, that was a hard word to say. And I feel like Nemo an

um I would appreciate if you called me Margot for these stories. This is a long one, but most of my extreme experiences come from this. I hesitate to call her a ghost, so let's say entity. Personally, I call her Abigail. Also, for anonymity of my loved ones, I'm changing all of their names, too. Abigail has not always been her name, and I don't think the form I know of her has always been her form.

I'm actually not sure if Abigail was ever human, but I am hesitant to call her demon, but I don't know what she is, and I don't think she's good.

I don't think she's ever had a good intention in her entire being.

This is so wow, what a leadup. What an introduction to who Abigail is. Also, I'm going to keep calling her Abigail, and I'll use she her pronouns because she always comes to me in a feminine form, but I can't say for sure that this thing always presents feminine.

I'm going to tell you about the

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incidents with Abigail. And again, I can't say for sure that every instance was her, but I just have a feeling. I'll title each incident so it's easier for you to understand, but here we go. Abigail's origin within my family. So, this first story is one that has been passed to me from my mom because, well, it's from before my time. I'll write it out from the best of my memory from when my mom last told me about it. And I am hesitant to retell the story because she gets emotional when she talks about it.

Oh, her mom. For a minute, I was like, Abigail does.

Yeah, Abigail gets sad. It doesn't sound like this change has emotions or empathy. Every time I ask my mom about the story, she'll get jumpy for a few days after, and I don't want to have to ask her again. And so I'm just going to tell it from my memory. So I'll call my mom an. Her and her family are from a small town in Iowa near Fort Dodge. My grandparents used to be active enough in the church that they would help out in the church and volunteered a lot. My grandpa would make things for the church such as pews and part of the structure that held the bell. Fun fact, he and my grandma did a road trip to Austin, Texas

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to retrieve the bell for the church when it was purchased.

Especially Well, now I just think about the bell in Widow's Bay. Oh, so now I'm thinking of notam and two different vibes. Church bells.

They were religious but quite religious. Like they weren't pushy or didn't wear it on their sleeves. They were very much like internal introspective religious. They valued the community but didn't harp on religious aspects like I've seen other grandparents do in my time. My grandma went to church, one of several in town, but I don't remember my grandpa going with us when I was a kid. Either way, my grandparents took their young kids to the church on a day without a service happening to help do some work. I assume my grandpa was making some repairs. He was a skilled electrician. He did some carpentry. And my grandma was likely helping, too, but I'm not sure with what. The point is, my grandparents were busy. They had four kids. I think two of them were there, but maybe all four, but I know for a fact my mom and her brother James were

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there. She was around 10 at the time. So, their parents were busy. And my mom and her brother James had free reign of the building as they had many times before. This time though, they decided they were going to go up in the attic. And I don't know why they picked the attic. I asked my mom once and she told me about how it had flooring and storage instead of telling me why they decided to go up there specifically, but so we'll just go with their kids. They go up to the attic.

Okay.

They found a Ouija board.

Mhm.

In a church. Keep in mind,

in the church attic.

They were young. It looked like a board game in the church of an attic. [gasps] And obviously they decided to use it or take it out and play with it because they thought it was safe. They start asking all kinds of things and were getting answers back. They asked stuff like when was mom born and they'd run back down to go confirm the date with my grandma. And they were consistently amazed that the board was getting it right every time.

Yeah, that's a lot of stairs to do back

to take your hand off the board every time and go down.

Spar's just patiently waiting like

a like a weight line music elevator

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music playing. But as we know about Abigail already, it's not going to be great.

No,

I think spirits like this have a lot of patience. As the questions went on, they started to feel more and more uneasy about how accurate whatever they were talking to was. So eventually they stopped playing. My mom said that it was starting to freak her and James out, which is why they felt like they needed to stop and step away from the board. But apparently nothing big happened to make them stop playing immediately.

They left the board in the attic, and when it was time to go home, they went home. Apparently, they had a regular evening. Their mom was unconcerned with their afternoon with a Ouija board. It should have been an uneventful night. But when my mom went to bed in her room that she shared with her younger sister, she laid down like always and closed her eyes. The room was dark. Her sister was across the room, tucked into bed just like she was, when suddenly her bed started shaking violently, so hard that the frame rattled and fell to the floor.

Oh my god.

She screamed. She sought comfort with her sister. Eventually, the bed stopped

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moving, but instances like that continued to happen into her teens and adulthood. She told me that she would feel her hair being pulled. She had been scratched. She has told me that people who would be sleeping normally in the room with her would suddenly stop breathing for extended periods of time to a point where she would get concerned. She started having nightmares. She felt watched frequently. She felt eyes on her. And she felt imminent danger like whoever was watching was stalking her and meant ill intent. Wow. Occasionally, if she got scared enough to run from the room where she felt it, she would hear heavy footsteps behind her as if it was chasing her.

Oh my god.

She always attributed these instances to the thing that shook her bed after she played with the Ouija board. And now, my family, generally speaking, is pretty sensitive to the paranormal. Like, everyone I've asked in our family has had an experience. There are people who I won't ask or can't ask, but it is not uncommon at all in my family to have experiences with spirits. My mom did not attribute all of the haunting she experienced to this entity, but enough of them that my mom believes that she was haunted by this thing for a very

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long time. All stemming from that night in the attic at the church where she used the Ouija board. And I have my reasons for thinking that this entity is the one that I currently call Abigail. I don't know what my mom called it at the time. I don't think she named it. She's more of the type of pray to God, hope it goes away, not investigate, name it, specify its identity type. She seems like the type that goes into a church attic and plays a Ouija board.

Yeah. And then gets haunted and is like, "Sorry, God. Please stop. Oops. Forgive me." Okay. So, the next story. My mom believes the entity that I call Abigail affected my dad while she was pregnant. So, again, my mom was haunted by this entity that she believed attached to her after playing with the Ouija board. And one instance she told me was that while she was pregnant with me, my mom and dad were engaged at the time. I am my mom's only child, but my dad has three other children. My mom got pregnant while they were engaged and they were living together. She was up late one night because she was uncomfortable from the pregnancy, which you know, there wasn't much for her to do but lay there and wait to fall asleep and get more

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comfortable. My dad snored, kept snoring, then he paused. My mom had been with my dad long enough to know his rhythms and his pauses, and she knew what he sounded like when he slept, whether he was in fine health or when he was sick. That night, while my mom is waiting for this discomfort to pass, she's listening to my dad saw logs when suddenly he stopped. The room was silent. She looked over to see if he had woken up, but he was just laying there as he had been. His eyes were not open. He hadn't changed positions and his chest wasn't moving. So, she sat up a little more now concerned when his hand came up and he starts swiping at his nose like he's pushing something away.

Suddenly, he takes a massive breath in and then starts snoring again. like something was like strangling him or taking the breath out of something.

It made her uneasy, but she laid back down and just laid there and watched him. And this kept happening. He would be sound asleep and then all of a sudden he would stop breathing for a concerning amount of time and like swat at his face like he was pushing something away. Not just like rubbing his nose, but truly with force pushing something away like

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as if someone was like pinching his nose closed.

Dang.

And then he would start snoring again. She said that she never saw him do this before and it freaked her out so much that she started praying. Eventually, it did stop and she passed out probably from the stress of it and energy expenditure from praying. And so, I have also seen my dad sleep plenty of times. He is notorious for for falling asleep in a recliner and spending most if not all of a night there. He's not the type that moves much in his sleep. I mean, if this man passes out, he snores loudly and he is out for the night. My mom remembers that night well enough that she's told me about it several times. She always likes to end it by saying that she saw the same thing happen to me a few times when I was a baby, too.

Ooh,

like the pushing away.

That's so scary as a baby, too. Like to have your child just like stop breathing for some time.

Horrifying. She is certain it's the same entity that attached itself to her because she saw it happen with other people when she slept in that room like when she was growing up where people would sleep in the room with her and

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also stop breathing. So, is it the room or is it her?

Well, this is now she's in a different room,

right?

So, I think it's the entity that followed her.

It's just whoever's with her.

My mom is certain it's a demon, but again, I feel differently. So, now this next experience is called the time my mom's demon chased her out of her apartment. So, my parents split up not long after I was born. Not because of the entity. They had bigger problems, but maybe the entity didn't help.

Yeah. My mom moved us into an apartment that wasn't terribly far from my dad's place, and I was still a baby when this took place. But this is the story that makes my mom shake and go distant in her eyes when she tells it. It's the one that stresses her out the most. My mom had just gotten off work, picked me up from the babysitter, and I was in a car seat. She was juggling me a purse and a diaper bag as she came through the door into our narrow apartment hallway. She was just trying to get inside and go about her usual evening routine when she heard a loud growl from down the hall. She stopped in her tracks and looked down the hall. All she saw was a table. She had decorations on there. She said

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there was a lamp on and a bust of a a man. She also had a doily on that table and probably a couple of other knickknacks. And again, it was exactly as she had left it that morning. But that growl was still rumbling down the dim hall. Before she could decide what she wanted to do, because she was standing there holding a baby in a car seat, weighed down with bags in a tight hallway, something flew off the table, crashing onto the floor right in front of our eyes. It was that bust of a man. It was a gift someone gave her. Maybe her mom, I don't know, but it was special to her. Her mom and her sister had bust from the same set, though my grandma's had already broken by this time. And it had been sitting on a lacy doily next to a lamp in the middle of the table, so it wouldn't just fall if it got bumped. No, it was literally picked up off the table, thrown as the growling is happening down this hallway and it lands on the floor and shatters into pieces.

And butts are heavy.

Yeah. My mom jumped at the sound. I think she said I was crying when she heard the growl get louder. So this growl was louder and louder than my cry.

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Every time I started to cry, the growl got heavier and louder. And then she heard heavy, fast footsteps coming down the hall towards her, but was not seeing anything. She turned.

This kind of reminds me of the Smurl family possession of just like hearing the growling and it just like being at all times of the day and night.

That's horrifying.

Being in the walls, being in the hallways. She sprinted out of our apartment and said she stayed outside until someone could come check the apartment for her. I believe my dad came over to check and he didn't find anything. She was certain again that it was a thing that was attached to her because of the way it chased her. She said it was loud, like an elephant coming down the hall. It was the same sound that when she would leave her room as a kid and she heard footsteps chasing after her, it sounded the same. Part of me thinks maybe it was something attached to the bust or the set of bus because my grandma's piece also was shattered similarly and then my aunt had put it in her son's room and every time I saw that I always felt like it was watching no matter where it was in the room. So, I don't know. But whatever it was, it was definitely creepy. So, now

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this is another encounter when Abigail became a mimic. So, my mom hasn't given a specific story of seeing the entity that attached itself to her early on, but she did tell me once that she saw it and it was a gray being with thick long limbs.

I don't know when or where she saw it, but probably in childhood. She was vague. Again, anytime she talks about this, she gets very uneasy. So, we lived in that apartment from the last story for a couple of years, but then we moved west to Texas briefly. We came back to Iowa about a year later so I could spend more time with my grandparents. And I don't remember Abigail being an issue when I was in Texas. But when we moved back, things changed. We settled in De Moines when I was maybe seven. I had trouble keeping friends because we were always moving, so I only had brothers and male cousins to consistently hang out with or look up to. As such, I wasn't the girly girl my mom had hoped for. I didn't wear dresses unless she made me. I hated when she did my hair. I was more of a tomboy. And I also tried really hard to get into sports, but I was so bad at them that it never stuck.

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I was desperate to be one of the boys because I was desperate to fit in with my much older half brothers who I only saw a couple times a year and all of my cousins. So, as such, the time I was forced to wear a peachy pink dress with ruffles and white eyelet hems to go see my paternal grandparents for Easter was not only memorable, but pictures had to be taken. We had moved a lot since then, but my mom used to have a picture of me in that dress somewhere in her room. And I would occasionally see it after we moved into the de mo apartment. She had a few pictures of me like that, dressed up in stuff that she wished I would more enthusiastically wear on my own. It was then, when we were living in that de mo apartment, where the pictures were visible on my mom's dresser, that the entity who was attached to my mom decided that it wanted to start to look like me.

Which version of you? Instances like what I'm about to describe happened on more than one occasion and they were relatively harmless, but they were very jarring for my mom. She told me that the first time she noticed it, she was in the living room watching TV. It was a weekend and I was out with other kids my age at the playground. She was relaxing.

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She had a stressful job back then and I'm sure the piece was nice. But she's sitting there when [snorts] movement to her right caught her attention. In that apartment, the hallway that led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom was just off the living room. And the couch was set up where you could see the hallway in full view if you turned your head to the right. So, when she saw movement, she turned her head. And that is when she saw me walk from the bathroom to my bedroom. At first, it didn't even register to her that it wasn't me or that I was outside because it looked just like me. Until she realized that whoever it was was wearing that ruffled pink peachy dress that is in the photo on her dresser. something that she would never wear on her own.

That person's blonde hair was done up in a little half ponytail and that's exactly how my hair was in that picture on her dresser. The entity was gone by the time she realized it couldn't have been me and because I would not have been caught dead in that get up unless she forced me to wear it. She said she even got up and looked in my room, but no one was there.

I came home from the park later on and she pretended nothing happened. She did

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eventually tell me about it later because I started having experiences and telling her that I had seen a little blonde girl in the same outfit. And so she finally told me that she had had those experiences, too.

But here's when I finally remember seeing Abigail. Now, I've always been sensitive and I've experienced things all my life, but I didn't have any big experiences with Abigail until I hit puberty. The closest possible experiences I may have had with her as a child was when she was just my mom's attachment, and I had a thing about closets. I was certain that if the lights were out, I would see someone watching me from the depths of my open closet doors. If they were closed, I could still feel the presence. So shamefully so that I slept in my mom's room until it was embarrassing to do so. That being said,

no shame.

No,

I have, as an adult, gone into my parents' room and been like, "All right."

Also,

we're camping out tonight.

You have an entity literally lurking in your closet.

Yeah.

Yeah. Go sleep with your mom. I watched ET and moved in with my brother in his room

for years. Right.

When I was 12, I finally felt enough shame when people were coming over and I

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was in middle school.

Yeah.

That it like it wasn't because I was ready to go back in my room. It was I was terrified

moving back in my room.

But you did it.

But I did it strictly cuz I didn't want to be made fun of.

Yeah.

But I I would have shared a room with Christian until he kicked me out. So yeah, I don't know if that was Abigail or something else, but there's this energy in my closets, in any closet, in any house that I felt. And I even still feel it when I'm at other people's homes, but it wasn't as scary if I was sleeping with someone else. I remember that in the apartment we lived in for several years in De Moine, I felt like the spirit in the closet of my room was very tall and it felt like a man. I would see him leaning on the doorframe, watching from the closet, and every time I tried to sleep in my room on my own, he would kind of want me to see him. Huh. It was unsettling at the best of times and terrifying at the worst. So, I would often sleep in my mom's room. I would also see him in my mom's room, a black silhouette watching in the closet. But I would just roll over and snuggle into my mom. But my mom did leave very early in the morning. So, when I was old

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enough that I could get the school bus by myself, she often left even before I woke up. On those mornings, I would leap off her bed, run to the door because I was certain some gray hand would shoot out and grab my ankles when I got off her bed. Just her bed. Again, my mom described seeing this thing with gray, thick arms.

Ew. I hate this. So gross. It's like it's a corpse. It's dead.

Mhm. So, I believe that was Abigail. After I hit puberty, I really pushed myself to sleep in my own room. But I would sleep with the lights on, and if my mom had to work late, I would sleep in the living room until she got home. I truly didn't spend alone time in my room unless my mom was home. Now, one day, not long after I started my first monthly, I stayed home sick from school. Not only did I not feel well because it was my first period, also my puberty came with onset depression due to a chemical imbalance. So, I was hormonal, fatigued, unrelentingly sad despite not having a really good reason to be. That's a very good reason to be.

Yeah, puberty rocks you.

So, this day I stayed home. While I was in the kitchen, which was right behind the living room, in view of the hallway that led to the bedrooms, I saw a movement. I turned my head and I saw a

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flash of blonde hair and a pink dress rush down the hall away from me. I thought, "Well, that's weird." But I kept making my soup. Then I sat down in front of the TV to watch my while I had my lunch. Eventually, I saw that same movement out of the corner of my eye again. I turned. There was that flash of pink again. It went straight into my room. And even though I was a pre-teen, I was still kind of scared of my room unless I had someone there to pretend to be brave for me with me. So, I really felt my heart skip when I saw that. I was on edge all day. I kept seeing this girl, and she kept like growing with me. She was as tall as I was at whatever age I saw her, but she always had pretty blonde hair, even after mine turned brown. And she always wore frilly, ruffled, feminine dresses, even as I got into darker clothing. Her style never changed, but she always matched my height.

H always prepared to mimic you.

Mhm.

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bad spirit: Abigail cont’d

As I got older, my depression got worse

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and eventually seeing the girl became more and more frequent. And that is when my mom started to tell me all the stories she had about this girl and the thing that attached to herself when she was a child. I think she told me it to teach me not to play with Ouija boards, and she probably wanted to reassure me that I wasn't crazy, which I do appreciate. At this point, I hadn't named her yet. I just dealt with her being around, but I really didn't like the feeling of her. But she never hurt me or rushed at me, so I kind of just lived with it. But then she moved to Texas with us. Just before I turned 14, my mom's job moved us to Texas. At first, I was excited. I was obviously nervous about moving into the prospected high school and I was anxious to move away, but I thought Texas would be a cool place to live. We visited the state to apartment hunt, found one, and then the next week, the week of my birthday, we moved. The road trip down started off great. I enjoyed it. I liked the drive. I liked being with my mom. My grandma came with us to help us move. It was an adventure. One night, we stayed in Sulfur Springs, Oklahoma. It got late. I went to bed tired but hopeful. But then

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I woke up grouchy and upset about everything. I don't even remember sleeping poorly. I don't remember having bad dreams. I just remember waking up and realizing this was one of the worst days of my life for no apparent reason.

My mood did not improve as we drove through Oklahoma and into Texas. In fact, the closer we got to our new home, the worse it got, despite my feeling impressed that the grass was so green in February, that feeling of dread and anger was unexplainably thick and heavy. And I genuinely felt like this was a sign of how life was going to be in Texas for me. Oh, that's so tough cuz it's already such a big transition and then to just like have that it's like is it anxiety? Is it

something else looming over you?

Anyway, we got to the new apartment. Our furniture came that same day in a big moving truck and I walked around taking in the place I'd be living in. And as I went to my room, all of a sudden I was struck by the smell of excrement. Looking back, I think this was Abigail making me aware that she was a malicious spirit. I was now vulnerable because I was in a new state. My mom was working a

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lot of hours and Abigail had bad intentions. Not even a week later, my mom was at work. I was home alone and I was taking advantage of being home alone by dancing and singing to myself. I was spinning and singing. I had done a poorly done ballet style leap and landed in the living room with a hard thud. The hallway to our bedrooms was at my back. I came down pretty hard, harder than expected, and it took a second from the shock to wait and see if pain would sneak up my heel to tell me if I was hurt. I was standing there still and silent for a second or two when I heard another thud of a similar footstep land right behind me. Startled, I whipped around. I looked down the hall. It was so much darker than it had been moments ago.

Ooh, I hate how loud it is and how close it is. Like it always feels like the thuds in the walls and the halls and

walking down like it's breathing down your neck. As I looked for a sign of anyone or anything that could have made the noise, I heard directly in my ear my own voice whisper my name. [clears throat]

Nope.

I ran out of the apartment, sat on the

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porch for over an hour, waiting to be brave enough to go back into the apartment. So then I started to see the entity around more after that. I saw glimpses of a girl who again was my height with my childhood blonde hair wearing heinously frilly dresses disappear around corners. I felt like I was being watched. I felt her presence around all the time. She seemed to be flitting between me and my mom and my mom also started seeing her more and more than she had previously. As more time passed, we moved from an apartment to a house and the spirit didn't really bother me there, but I was also getting more comfortable with my spirituality in that house. And I honestly think she was bothering my mom way more than me in that house. But it was after we moved out of that house into a rental house that I became re reconnected with the spirit. My mom had gotten remarried in this time frame and she left to go visit my aunt. As she was leaving, my mom said she saw the thing that was attached to her around, but that my aunt's protective spirits took it away. That she finally felt safe because of my aunt's protective spirits.

And because of that, the attachment was getting weaker in energy. There was a point when I felt like I had made

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something of a truce with the ghost. So, at this point in my life, I started losing a lot of people. Like, my grandparents passed away and my depression got worse. And this is when I started to wonder if I had misjudged the spirit. Although I wonder if the spirit saw this, took advantage of it, and was like, "I'm your friend."

I got it in my head that maybe it was a friendly spirit. And

but why would you think that?

I opened up to her more. I called her by the name that came to me when I first started opening up to her, which was Abigail.

Whenever I felt her around, I would address her. I would talk to her. I would say, "Hello, Abigail." Or, "Hello, I know you're there, and that's okay." I thought maybe if I talked to her, the imminent danger that feeling that I got when she was around would go away.

One could hope.

And I started to see her more and more. Brief glimpses. And then I got used to Abigail. I would often see her or feel her. I wasn't talking to her all the time, but I would say hello to her every time I felt her. And I would basically narrate what I was doing nonchalantly. Like for example, if I was loading

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dishes in the dishwasher, I'd go, "Hello, Abigail. It's pretty sunny out today. I'm glad I have the blinds closed. It's pretty bright when the sun reflects off the sink. we should really rinse these dishes better when we're done with them. You know, just easy, mundane things. My best friend at the time was coming around more and more, and she even felt Abigail around, too. But she didn't like her.

She also found her to be upsetting and creepy. There was one night where my best friend spent the night, and we stayed up late talking, snacking, watching movies, and when we went to bed, we felt Abigail around. And we talked about how it felt. But I was careful to tell my friend that Abigail didn't mean us harm, that she was just there. But my friend for sure didn't believe it. She felt sick to her stomach and she was so much more tired than she actually had been. Eventually, we fell asleep. The next morning when we woke up, we had things we wanted to do that weren't out of my house. So, I went and took a shower and my friend hung out in the living room waiting for her turn cuz she was going to shower after me. When I got out, I needed to dry my hair and I was going to take my toothbrush and face wash to my mom's bathroom to do it in there while my friend showered. While I was drying my hair, I had my bathroom door open so the mirror wouldn't be foggy. I was trying to get my bangs

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right when I heard my best friend scream my name. She sounded like she was hurt and it also sounded like it was right outside my bathroom door. So immediately I turned off the blow dryer and looked out. My friend's not in the hall, but I definitely heard her and she screamed my name. So I thought she fell or got hurt and the sound just traveled weird.

So I went and found my friend, but she was fine.

She looked at me confused. This is so like baby crying in the woods summoning you, making you react before you can think.

I said, "Did you just scream?" And she said she didn't, but that she had thought I had just screamed. She told me, "I just heard you screaming for help. I thought you were hurt."

That's so freaky.

Yeah. So, I definitely did not love that experience my best friend and I had with Abigail mimicking our voices and purposely sounding distressed to get a rise out of us. But again, I had been getting used to her and I wasn't sure that she meant any harm. But I had my limits. After that incident, I started to feel my bed shake at night, which that's how all these hauntings started. It felt like there was something climbing up onto my footboard and

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sometimes onto the end of my mattress. It kind of amazes me that she hasn't used a Ouija board yet to try to

Well, after her mom's like warning to not

I know, but like this is like maybe you need to close it out again. Make contact and close.

One night, we had this big thunderstorm that knocked out our power in the middle of the night and I woke up to a crash of thunder.

There was no fan sound and the power was out and because it was Texas, the room immediately started heating up despite the fact that it was after midnight and raining. And as context, I can't sleep with my legs uncovered. So, my legs were out of the covers. I tried to go back to sleep until I felt my bed shaking. It's dark. It's thundering. My bed start shaking. I opened my eyes. I looked, but it was just darkness down there. So, I tried to calm myself, but then I felt it on the end of the mattress. I felt the mattress compress. The room felt warm, too warm. I couldn't move a muscle. I was in paralysis. I felt this thing crawl up the side of my mattress until someone was laying right next to me on the bed. M

I remember I felt like I could barely

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breathe. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't see anything. The one way I was able to make myself calm down was I told myself that this thing that Abigail was just like me, a younger version of me, that she too was uncomfortable in the thunderstorm in the moment and was scared as well.

There are way too many examples of this not being true.

I managed to squeak out the words good night and all of a sudden I felt a hand cover my nose and mouth. Yeah, but literally Yeah, cuz like you're spotting it away. Like her mom's experience watching

everyone.

That was my worst experience with Abigail and there are so many more. Thanks for reading, Margo.

Oh my god, there's no end. Is Abigail still with you, Marco?

For sure. And it's started from a Ouija board in a attic of a church.

Good lord.

And she's playing the most haunted places.

I know. But I am impressed. Like Abigail clearly like the intentions are weird. Mhm.

Because it's playing such a long game. But for what purpose?

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I don't know. But it's being pretty aggressive and it's following and

but it's been years and years and years. Like what does it want? Just to instill fear

perhaps. Perhaps it's like getting enough.

I agree with Margo though. Like the way that she was like I don't think it's ever been human.

Yeah.

And that I don't think it's ever had any good intentions.

Yeah. It doesn't seem like it.

Yeah. Which scares me. Like what is the

doing anything for Margot to be like, "Oh, it's it's fine. It's just a little girl." But like Margot's making that up,

gaslighting herself into believing it

because it's easier.

It's like how is this happening still?

I know.

Oh my god.

And then also if you are going through like a really hard time in life and this entity is like a common appearance and showing up and showing up like you almost do befriend it cuz there's comfort in what you do know when there's so much in your life that you don't know.

Well, and two, it does feel like maybe that is what's helping it not escalate even more. assigning its actions to something that's not nefarious and not scary. And sometimes she's making an excuse like, "Oh, are you just scared of

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the thunder?"

Yeah. But then she said that and then immediately put it a hand over her mouth and tried to like suffocate her.

I don't know. I don't know.

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I thought it was my sister under my bed

Well, the shaking bed is certainly scary. And I have one called I thought it was my sister under my bed.

Oh no, that doesn't sound fun. This is from that sounds scary.

My family and I grew up in Philadelphia and have been in a lot of haunted houses, so I have a lot of stories, but I will focus on one house for now. My mom had just gotten serious with her new boyfriend and moved me and my younger sister into his house. It's an old row house built in the 1920s. Me and my sister were excited because we each got our own room for the very first time. And the first year or two, nothing happened. But then I decided to play with a Ouija board with a few new friends. I know it was stupid, but I was

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15. I was interested in the occult. Nothing happened during the session, so we just put the board up and we forgot about it. A few days later, I had my first experience with sleep paralysis.

I was like,

weird that it happened like all of a sudden, like two years of nothing. And then

Well, well, it was two years of nothing cuz they hadn't played the Ouija board yet,

right? I know. Like that's that like literally just one second. One experience with a Ouija board.

Yep. I was laying on my stomach and I could feel something on top of me. I could hear it raspy breathing. I could feel the claw gripping my hair on my scalp.

Claw.

Mhm. As this thing brought its face closer, I could smell its rotting breath. I was terrified. I couldn't move at all. Somehow, I was able to calm myself down enough to go back to sleep and convince myself that this was just a nightmare. It happened a few more times and it was terrifying. A bit of time passed and I was showering after the day, and I heard my sister walk in. I rolled my eyes because she never cared about privacy. It always annoyed me. I

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yelled at her to hurry up and get out. I could hear her rustling around as I was washing the soap out of my eyes so I could look at her. As I opened my eyes, I saw her hand on the shower curtain and I watched it shoot back and then I heard the bathroom door slam shut. I was mad. I started yelling as I'm drying off. I threw my clothes on as fast as I could. I left the bathroom to go look for my sister and I found her downstairs in the kitchen with my mom. I was yelling about privacy and space when my mom cut me off to ask what I was talking about. I told her what happened and she shook her head saying, "Well, that's impossible because my sister's been with her the whole time." And that is when I started to feel like there was something else in the house. A few little moments.

That's when you started to feel it. Not the night that a claw grabbed your hair while you were sleeping.

Yep. [laughter] A few little moments happened after that. Hearing someone call us when it was impossible. Footsteps around the house. But the scariest thing happened a few days later. My sister likes to play the prank of hiding under my bed and then jumping out to scare me. So, I didn't really think anything of it when

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I got home from school and saw her scurrying under my bed.

I don't like where this is going.

I rolled my eyes saying I saw her and I heard her giggle. I huffed. I walked past my bed,

went to my desk to go do homework, and occasionally I just keep hearing her little giggle coming from under the bed until I heard our front door open and my sister and my mom get home from my sister's sports practice. I froze, staring at the wall from my bed as my heart starts pounding. I slowly turn and could see a hand poking out from under the bed. I found the courage to run out down the stairs. I told my mom what happened. She ran up to check my room and then nothing was in my room anymore. I look under my bed and I see the Ouija board. It's been taken out of the box. the pieces start to connect and I realized I know what I did.

Yeah. I mean, it literally all started after using it for the first time.

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There was a bookshop with a little occult section in the back. So, I went there the next day. Clutching my tip money from my job. I told the lady what was going on and asked her what to do. She gave me a bunch of herbs. She gave me a stick of sage for free. She was really just so nice.

So nice.

I went home. I followed all of her instructions. And after doing everything she said, the activity stopped. And just so you know, I threw out that board and I have never picked up a Ouija board again since. Thank you for reading, Gia.

Well, yeah, that's definitely a story that will make you be like, "Okay, reason number 3005 why I should not use a Ouija board."

No.

And here's re reason 3006, which my story is also very similar to that one.

Ooh,

it's always crazy when it's like nothing happens for a couple days, so you think,

"Yeah, you're in the clear. All good.

It was just fun with friends. It was just gathering energy. You opened the door and that's all it needed. This is

shadow man that we may have brought upon ourselves

from my listener, Felicia, who very similar to your last story. Had a a shadow man that we may have brought upon ourselves.

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Oh,

hey. My name is Felicia. I've been listening for a long time now and wanting to email this story that is mine and my best friends. So, to get started, my best friend and I met our fifth grade year when she moved into our little town in Oklahoma. We clicked instantly like sisters. Like honestly, I say she is my soulmate in best friend form and we have been friends ever since fifth grade.

That's so sweet.

Yeah. 15 years like us.

15 years. My best friend Adena lived right in front of the cemetery in our town and we were joined at the hip. I was always at her place or she was at mine. And when we would stay at her place, we'd stay up late and go to the backyard to see if we could talk to any ghosts because we were the spooky kids. I mean, she lived in front of a cemetery. Of course we were. We would always see something because her backyard there was the cemetery. We saw shadow people, apparitions. Well, one night when we were at my childhood house, we decided to do a Ouija board. My dad caught us making our own Ouija board and told us to throw it away that he didn't want it in the house at all. But we were 12 or 13, so of course we said, "Yeah, we'll throw it away." And

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didn't. And I don't remember what we asked or said, but I know it scared us, so we stopped playing and we threw this board away. We did do what my dad asked. But the next day, we came into my room and the Ouija board was back. So, we buried it in my backyard. The next day, it came back.

Oh my god,

it was in my living room behind my dad's chair. We were terrified, so we burned it. And yet again, it came back. But it wasn't even burned. It was in a bathroom cabinet this time. So, we left it there. To clarify, we never said goodbye as we didn't know the rules of the board. But now, that's three times they threw it away and it came back.

They buried it, it came back. They burned it, it came back. Well, the first time they just threw it away.

Now for the scary part. as if it's already not scary. Adena, her cousin, who we'll call Sam, and I were out at my house and we snuck out and we were laying on the trampoline in my backyard talking, watching the stars, you know, just being teens. When all of a sudden, we start to hear someone walking in my neighbor's yard. And our backyard had a privacy fence, but there were one or two boards that our neighbor's dog had eaten through and were taken down, waiting to be repaired, so you could see into my neighbor's backyard. So, we all sat up

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on the trampoline. Adena, Sam, and I all looked at each other thinking, "Oh, it's probably just my neighbor walking through the backyard late at night. We look over though, and through the fence, there was this dark black figure with red eyes that we could see through one of those missing pieces of the fence, and it seemed to be looking right at us. Like, it positioned itself specifically in that spot so we could see it. We were terrified. We couldn't move. We just sat there whispering, trying to figure out what to do and how to get away without drawing more attention to ourselves." So, I started to say we should go inside. And as I say that, something physically pushed the entire trampoline while we were on it. We sprinted off the trampoline, but still try to be quiet because we didn't want to wake my parents. We ran inside. The next day, we went back outside to see if we were just imagining things. And there were little drag marks on the ground from where the trampoline had been pushed.

Wo wo wo wo. I hate that. Trampolines are so scary to be on, too.

And they're heavy.

Yeah.

Like you can't just like easily move them like that. And it's like something could be underneath you.

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You still have to try to get off and get over the springs and like you can't it's not a quick exit.

We were also freaked out but didn't know what to do. And the activity in my house never stopped.

Though my parents never had anything happen to them. My brother and my best friend and I always experienced things. To this day we both remember it vividly among a ton of other things like the time we played the board and Adena got this weird look on her face like a blank stare and started drawing on the back of the board like in a trance. I started shaking her thinking she was messing with me and she snapped out of it and had no memory of what had happened.

We never talked about or messed with a board again. Well, Adena and I were just talking like three or so years ago about how she feels like there's something that follows her and I said I wouldn't be surprised because that one time I'm pretty sure she got possessed for a few minutes and she looked at me like I was crazy and asked what I was talking about and I was like you don't remember doing that? You don't remember playing with the board and you started drawing on it? She had no memory even though we talked about it after it happened.

Oh.

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read our story. I'm sorry it's long.

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Hope it was worth a read. Keep up being spooky, Felicia.

I [clears throat] hate stories where the things come back for you.

Agreed. [sighs and gasps] And I feel like that's very common with Ouija boards. Yay.

reappearing Ouija board & grandfather spirit

I have one that's also similar.

Great. That's the thing is when Ouija board horror stories happen, they have so many similarities. Yeah, the Ouija boards like coming back for you I feel like is kind of a classic characteristic of some of these horses.

It is on brand. Like you try to get rid of it.

Sorry. Same with Haunted Dolls. They'll walk their way back to you.

Literally walk their way back to you.

Okay, this is from Cara who recently was recommended our podcast from their friend Cryo.

Thanks, Cryo. Pyramid scheme.

Starting off, I've always been rather intuitive. I can feel energies and I've been this way since I was a child. I even had absolutely insane dreams as a four-year-old that a four-year-old should frankly not be having, but that's a story for another time. This story starts with a Ouija board bought from

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Toys R Us. Lovely. It took place when I was 13 to 16 years old. Upon purchasing the Ouija board, my mom had very strict rules for my brother and I. Number one, it stays stored away outside. Number two, we to properly close the Ouija board out when we were done speaking to spirits. Number three, do not ask the spirits how they died. And number four, when the Ouija board is stored away, a Bible needs to remain with it at all times.

Interesting. Okay. So, my brother and I followed the rules. That is until I had a friend spend the night who was very intrigued by the Ouija board and all things spooky. After my mom, my brother, and I went to bed, she brought out the board into the house to play with it.

Mom, you got You have a theme here. Two spooky mom stories. The first one and this one.

Wait, no, no, no. The mom didn't do it. Her friend did. Oh, I thought you Okay. Why did I hear the

It was a sleepover and everyone's asleep and then the friend

Okay. The friend goes and grabs it.

I heard that the mom grabbed it when everyone was [laughter] No, no, she like snuck around like even everyone was asleep.

Jeez. The next morning, my mom informs

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me of what occurred and she is not happy in the slightest. For the record, she did not blame me, but she said that she would be talking to the friend because this was uncool. This is where things started to get freaky. Almost immediately over the following days, I felt an energy shift in her home. Things felt heavy. My family started to grow ill. Our cat's fur started to thin out. They started having bald spots.

Poor baby.

I was getting constant headaches, nose bleeds, and truthfully, that wasn't uncommon for me, but they were more severe than usual. I went to bed one night and had the craziest dream that I'm convinced was actually an astral projection.

Damn. I was standing in the middle of my bedroom, looked back behind me, saw myself sleeping in bed, and everything was just so insanely clear and it felt so real. And then I looked up into the doorway and I saw this unfamiliar man standing there. He was middle-aged, a bit bald, not menacing, not scary at all. So, I simply asked, "Who are you?" To which he replied, "I'm your grandfather, and I'm here protecting

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you, your mother and your brother, from a demonic entity trapped in the bathroom." Okay, Grandpa. Then I felt myself quite literally and violently get sucked back into my body and everything went black. I woke up the next morning and remembered everything. So immediately I jumped out of bed. I ran to my mom's room. I shook her awake. She's conscious enough to kind of understand and I tell her that there was a middle-aged man in my room. I described what he looked like and my mom's face drained of color. One thing I really love about the story is how safe of a space it is to talk about paranormal things with

with mom. Mom.

Yes. Now is the time to say I have never met my grandfather. My mother never really knew him either. My grandfather died when my mom was 4 months old. At this point in my life, I hadn't even seen a photo of him because my mom kept photos of him stored away. So after my mom's face drained, she dug around. She pulled out a large family photo where I truthfully recognized almost nobody. But there he was. I pointed directly to the

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man that I had seen and sure enough it was indeed my grandfather.

But I love this. It turns out my older brother previously went to my mom and told her things were not right in the bathroom and not to use it between the hours of midnight and 6:00 a.m.

Creepy. Okay. Well, why the bathroom? My theory is that the demon was trapped there due to a cross hanging right outside of the bathroom door. Almost like it the bathroom was its prison. Honestly, I can't blame the thing for being pissed off. I would have been too if I was cooped up in this tiny little smelly place. But I digress. I'm only going to touch on this lightly because I have a strong bond with cats and this is sad. My 10-year-old cat, Smokey, was fine one day and then the next day just could no longer jump on the counters.

Smokey almost had no energy and so we took him to the vet and by that time he was beyond saving.

Oh, I'm so sad.

The vet just could not figure out what had happened to him and so our decision was to allow him to rest and I was so heartbroken naturally.

So sad.

After this, my mom asked my brother to get in touch with some of his friends who knew how to properly dispose of Ouija boards. Luckily, my brother and I

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have always been kind of strange.

We were definitely a part of the emo scene in the 2000s to 2010s.

So, finding friends who knew about paranormal things was not really difficult at all. The Ouija board was broken, burned, disposed of in separate locations, but still activity was present in the house.

Interesting.

And here's Grandpa's there. At least you know he's there protecting. Yeah.

Here's where things get creepy. Our house went into foreclosure. And as my mom and I were cleaning out the pantry, all the way tucked in the back of all the items that have been there for years was that Ouija board fully intact. We still get chills talking about it today.

To this day,

the chills on the back of my head.

But we did dispose of it again and we haven't had an issue since.

Well, they moved out of the house, didn't they? So maybe it's back in that same house and the new owners

are going to find it. We found this Ouija board. Yeah.

That being said, I looked into the details of our old home and nobody stays

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there very long before moving out. So, it makes me wonder if that spirit is still there.

Yeah, probably from Cara or Cara.

I'm just glad that grandpa is there. And also, good old grandpa to be like, "Hello, I am your grandfather. I am protecting you, your mom, and your brother from the demon in the bathroom."

My intentions.

Yeah.

My identity. It was pretty clear. And it's also it's like I'm curious what her brother experienced beyond just being like something's not right in the bathroom because he gave a time frame. He was like 12 to 6. No one go in there.

I have to pee in the middle of the night.

Oh my god. Yeah.

Which also makes me wonder if the friend used the Ouija board in the bathroom.

Oh,

but I I don't know. I mean, maybe they know.

Also, like what a weird move to do it alone. Like your friend's asleep. You're at their house. You go outside to go get where the Ouija board

Yeah.

like is stored to go get it. Bring it in. Or was she like entranced by the spirit?

Maybe she had a dream where it was like, "Come talk to me, and she in a trance

went and got the Ouija board, brought it back in, [snorts] used it,

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opened it up." Very creepy.

So yeah, Ouija board stories are horrifying, but also really fun. So please email them to us. And if you want another one, great. You're in luck. There's a bonus one other story on Patreon. And let me tell you, it is a scary one. And it it comes back to the Ouija board demon.

All righty, full circle.

But yes, please email us any of your paranormal experiences. Two girls onego podcast atgmail.com. That's also in the show notes if you are like, "Wow, you said that too fast." We have episodes one week early and ad free on Patreon, plus bonus episodes plus bonus encounters every other week available on Patreon. We have campfire stories where you can share your ghost stories with us live on Zoom every Tuesday. We have witch class, book club, so many other things. It's a good time over there. It is. And shout out to Jamie Ryan, who unfortunately has to sit through every single haunted episode that we create, whether she wants to or not, but she does an amazing job editing and producing this podcast. Thank you, Jamie.

And we love all of you. Thank you for joining us.

And we will see you on the other side.

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Very spooky.