On October 23, 2009 I received an e-mail from Big Chief about an interesting ouija board experience:


This is another ouija story from someone I met on the internet. This one is short. His email to me. Word for word in his own words:

Ok, so me and two of my friends were in my bathroom, broad daylight, but my bathroom has no windows. We had all lights off, except for a couple of candles. My friend Brandon was like the spokesperson; he did all the talking. First he said, "Is there anyone there?" The planchette moved to yes. We asked for its name, and it spelled "E-d--U-g-a-v-i-c-h." We asked how it died, and he said he was starved as a sacrifice. He said that his wife killed him out of hatred. Things were getting a little scary now as we were worried about continuing the session. Then, without us asking anything, the planchette spelled "H-E-L-L" and then spelled "S-A-T-A-N." We said we were going now, and it kept going to no. We were fuckin scared and we stopped.

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