On May 30, 2009 I received an e-mail from an Jordaine G. about an interesting ouija board experience:


I'm writing to you on behalf of my Auntie. At the time she was heavily pregnant.

My Auntie didn't really believe in ghosts, so she and her friends had a dare. They were all going to do the ouija board. They set up the whole table and relaxed. The glass started rocking side to side...

Her: Is there anybody there? (laughs)
Board: Yes

Friends: Do you have any messages for us?
Board: I.L

Friends: Sorry, there is no one here with those initials.
Board: (moves angrily) YES.

Her: Hang on a minute, that's my maiden name.
Board: Yes

Her: (a bit scared at this point) What is your message?
Board: You will have a son

Her: (even more scared) Oh...alright
Board: Yes, what will you name it

Her: We decided that if it was a boy we would name it Mark.
Board: (Knocks yes off the board)

Her: Stop, what would you like me to call it then?
Board: Paul

Her: Oh. Well, that name is okay but I like Mark better.
Board: No, Paul

Her: Oh, alright then...
Board: yes

Her: Who is this? How did you know my initials?
Board: (no reply)

Her: Well you could only be one person, grandad?
Board: (no reply)

Her: I will ask you one personal question, and you answer it.
Board: yes

Her: Did my mother only have one child? (her)
Board: no

Her: Then it can't be you...hang on a sec, my mother only had one SURVIVING child, but she had five...Did she only have one SURVIVING child?
Board: yes

Board: STOP THIS NOW, EVIL, DEVIL (in some old english writing)

So they put the board away, and now she is petrified of the ouija board. True story.

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