On April 25, 2008 I received an e-mail from Reid Erickson about an interesting ouija board experience:


I have had a lot of ouija board expirences, but this one is always a crowd pleaser, a fan favorite if you will. I'm a 22 year old gentleman, so I can tell a juicy one if I do say so myself, as opposed to the 12 year old girls who talk about how they asked the board which boy likes who, no offense of course.

A long time ago, I became interested in haunting and et cetera, which led me to become all too interested in the ouija board.

I found that my girlfriend had one, so I borrowed her's. My friend (JD) and I decided to use it. We used it many times, but with little to no avail. We'd meet spirits every once in awhile. But they never had anything to say. We just had pointless conversation, until one spirit would come on time to time.

It introduced itself as "q," and wouldn't ever create real words when we asked it questions except for swears and insults, just jibrish otherwise. His visits over time became more frequent until it was only him, and he wouldn't let anyone else on: sort of like Dug.

The difference between Q and Dug is I like Dug; I hate Q.

One night JD and I were using the board, and Q became something a little more than just annoying.

I don't have the conversation scribed, but I can remember enough to adlib. I will describe the conversation in traditional Grave Addiction fashion. The most entertaining/easy way to lay out.

JD and I: Is there anyone who would like to come forth?
Board: Yes

Me: Please tell me it's not Q
Board: You wish fucker

JD: Goddamnit, dude why don't you just go away?
Board: I hate you

Me: Dude, can you at least talk with us sensibly?
Board: No

(Figure 8s follow)
***Q always did figure 8s - he would tell us it was his way of conjuring power (makes no fucking sense). But that was Q.***

Me: Really Q? More figure 8s? Why don't you ever do anything with this conjured power, eh?
Q: No

(Figure 8s ensue)

JD: Fuck you, dude. You ain't worth shit.
Q: Fuck you

(Figure 8s ensue)

JD: No, fuck you man, you talk all this shit about being all powerful and evil, but you ain't got shit.
Q: U not worth my time

(Figure 8s ensue)

Me: hahahaha. Really, Q? Got enough time to bug us on our board, but not enough to prove your oh so awesome power, eh?
Q: My board fucker

(Figure 8s ensue)

Me: Oh, its your board now, huh Q? I remember Julia giving it to me! Hahaha
Q: Die cunt

(Figure 8s cease)

JD: Whatever dude, can we talk to someone else?
Q: Yes

JD: Really!? Ok. Who are we talking to now?
Board: a b c d e f g h

(We stop planchette)

Me: I don't think so. Q, is this you?
Board: Eat shit

JD: Fuck you, man
(Figure 8s start again)

JD: If you're so powerful, why don't you prove it?
Q: No

(Figure 8s ensue)

This was followed by repeated calling out done by both JD and myself until the figure 8s got faster. I became very pensive and looked over at JD, as the figure 8s became faster every few seconds. They eventually became so fast that we couldn't follow the planchette, and it actually began moving on its own for a second, then it stopped.

Right at the time of the halted planchette, JD's petite trash bin knocked over. A discarded picture frame the bin had contained shattered into many tiny pieces all over JD's carpeted room. We both shot an open mouthed look at each other and...well, we got the fuck out of there.

I swore off the board forever...until the next time curiousity got the best of me.

Good one right?? I'll write my others soon.

I also would like it to be known, that after my obsession with ouija boards, I had spent many, many, many man hours studying them, and reading stories and stories and stories. I also spent time reading dozens of do's and don'ts lists. So I would consider myself an amatuer expert on ouija boards. So if anyone has questions they need answered, please give them my email address. I am always looking to help anyone I can, because I've been scared out of my mind too.


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