On October 25, 2007 I received an e-mail from Desiree P. about an interesting ouija board experience:


My friends and I played with ouija boards for years, and I've always believed they were real, especially after this one night...

Me and three of my friends, Dana, Cameo, and Victor, decided for the first time we would go play the ouija board in a cemetery, I believe the oldest one in town. I was really scared, so I didn't want to go past the first gravestone we came to. The name on it was Elsie Woodward. We used it for about 15 minutes, and we were talking to a spirit who called himself Bob (which had always been a popular name to come up over the years). Eventually the candles we brought blew out, which I'm sure was because of the wind, but it scared the hell out of me, so I suggested we pack up and go to a local, remote park. Bob must have hitched a ride with us because he was back again. He told us his full name was Bob Fagan, and that he died in 1982. Victor is Peruvian, but Bob didn't like him, and he kept calling him a nigger. After talking to him for a long time, he seemed to be getting irritated with Victor's sarcastic attitude towards him, and he became less talkative, and more repetitive. He kept repeating the letters "EW".

The next day, Dana, Cameo, and I went to the local library and searched the obituary catalog for a Bob Fagan. We found one...in 1982. We pulled up the periodical, and found "EW" could have stood for Elmwood...the street he lived on. But more that likely, he was referring to his late sister...Elsie Woodward! I have never been so goose-bumpy in my life as I was at that very moment! I have told that story to many skeptical people (as most are), and I think it sounds so out there and unbelievable that they're just like, "Yeah right." But I will swear on a million Bibles, on my life, to my dying day that that is exactly what happened. I've got the eeby-jeebies just thinking about it.

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