On March 15, 2008 I received an e-mail from Darcy G. about an interesting ouija board experience:


The other night me and my friends, Jed and Jon, brought out our ouija board on January 16, 2008 at 2:32 AM. We contacted a spirit named Nicholas Goodman.

This is how the first conversation went.

Darcy: Are you a boy or girl?
Nicholas: Boy

Darcy: What is your name?
Nicholas: Nicholas Goodman

Darcy: How did you die?
Nicholas: I am not dead. I may be in a coma

Darcy: Where is your body?
Nicolas: Side of road. Hit and Run. Come rescue me.

Jon: How can we rescue you? Where are you?
Nicholas: No wait this will be easier

My cell phone then started ringing. The Caller ID was unknown. I got very frightened so i rejected the call and attempted to end the session when a strong force pulled the planchette towards the letters: ULL B SORR-

Jed quickly ended the session, by flipping the board and putting it away.

The next night I was asleep in bed when my phone started to ring. I thought to myself: Who could be calling at such a stupid time? I checked the time. It was exactly 2:32 AM. I looked at the Caller ID and it was once again, Unknown.

I quickly rejected the call and forced myself to forget about it and get back to sleep.

The same thing happened the next night, but this time the ringtone was much louder and my bathroom lights started to flicker. This happened at 2:32 AM once again. This happened continuously for the rest of the week.

The next day I told Jon and Jed about these strange occurances and we all decided to bring out the ouija board that weekend to try to contact this spirit.

The spirit would not reply. We stayed up for a while trying to get a reply from Nicholas. At exactly 2:32 AM my cell phone started to ring again and the planchette started to move. The first letter the planchette pointed to was the letter "Y" and completed the word "SORRY." We remembered what the board had said to us before Jed had closed it. ULL BE SORRY!

We all were very frightened. The phone continued to ring, so for the first time I answered it.

"Hello," I said into the reciever. A rasping voice that sent chills down my spine replied "TOO LATE!" and hung up. This made me petrified.

Then, as if on cue, the toilet flushed, the candles went out, and the board shut itself.

A red, misty light glowed where the ouija board was for just one second and then it faded away.

We all ran out of the room as quickly as we could.

A couple of weeks later, there was a news report on the televison about a body that had been found dumped in a creek, hidden under stones. This creek was only a couple of blocks away from my house.

On the 16th of every month, I have been awaken by a phone call at precisely 2:32 AM. Even though I have changed my number twice and have bought a new phone. Even though I have it off, it still rings.

I write this because I just want to warn all you people out there who want to start using a ouija board, to not get themselves tied into it because it can be very dangerous. It can change your life dramatically.

My phone rang at exactly 2:32 AM this morning and I felt that I need to warn others about the harm this can cause you.

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