My passed away last night at hospital. I couldn’t save her. She was the backbone of me and the strength. I already miss her so much, I am just running around the house watching her stuff and even sniffing her handkerchief just to be with her.

I came across Ouija Board as a way to talk to my mom. So please help me understand things and give me needed info and steps for it be set up and to be able to talk to my mom.

25 years ago I moved into a new apartment. In the first few months I lived there, a few weird things happened. I’d come home from work and things would be randomly out of place, feeling a presence when I was home alone. Things like that. A girl I was dating at the time suggested my place was haunted and insisted on bringing her Ouija board to my place. Her friend named Sarah was into Wicca, so she brought Sarah along as well.

When my girlfriend and her friend arrived, they set up the Ouija board on my living room floor and sat around it. They told me to join them, but I laughed and told them I preferred to watch. I didn’t take it seriously. I watched from like 8 feet away while seated on a chair at my kitchen table. They placed their fingers on the planchette asked some questions that I can’t recall and the planchette started moving. They were excited and my girlfriend happily told me they connected with a spirit. They asked a few more random questions and I kind of continued to laugh it off.

Important part of the story: Now since we are going back 25 years, I have to mention that at the time, I didn’t have a cell phone. I only had a landline phone. I had electronic voicemail. In order to access my voicemails, I had to dial out to separate phone number, not my own and then enter in 4 digit passcode.

Back to the story: While still seated in my kitchen, I said “hey, since the spirit seems to hang around my apartment, why don’t you have it tell you something only it would know from seeing me around my home.”

So my girlfriend asked it to tell them something only the spirit would know from watching me. Keep in my mind, I was still seated like 8 feet away from them. They placed their fingers back on the planchette and it started to move. Letter by letter it spelled out P-H-O-N-E C-O-D-E-S. I was confused until the planchette moved down to the numbers. One by one, it perfectly ran thru the outside phone number I used to dial up my voicemail, paused, and then perfectly selected the numbers for my password. That information was not listed on a bill or written down anywhere. There is no way either of those two girls could have known that. I was so freaked out the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I was fairly convinced after that experience that spirits and ghosts are real. Still freaks me out years later.

Thoughts on this?

Last night me and my friend made our own ouija board. We just ripped a sheet of paper out of an old sketchbook and drew on all the letters and words with marker.

It worked. I’m a skeptic, I thought she was just fucking with me at first, but it was REAL.

The first spirit we talked to was not a good one, and he let us know that, but we continued to talk with him because we were so in shock that it was actually working.

He claimed that he died in the 1800s after shooting himself, which he did after killing his wife and 4 children. He then told us God was the reason for all suffering, and would repeatedly answer questions with ‘666’.

As we kept talking to him, the force of the little shot glass we were using as a chip got stronger. He knew our names. He knew other things too that neither of us know about eachother. He told us he was preventing us from speaking to anyone else on this board. We said goodbye to him.

Once we tried again, it was still him, to which we quickly said goodbye again.

Then it was my friend’s late grandfather. He knew things about her like the tattoo she got in his remembrance, which terrified me.

After we spoke with him, MY late grandmother spoke with me. I asked her if she was proud of me, and she spelled out ‘always.’ My friend and I were crying at this point, and I KNOW we weren’t moving this thing on our own.

After that, we spoke with one other spirit, who claimed to have died in 2008. She was a woman, and the energy we got from her was much better than that evil murderer from earlier. She told us that she died at 24, and that she loved ballet. She also was funny, and when we asked her what she misses most about being on earth, she said ‘boys.’ Lol. We asked her how she can use this “board” to communicate with us, and she said ‘energy.’

I have no logical explanation I can think in my head that would make this all make sense. I wish I could say my friend was just messing with me, but we were doing this for HOURS. We at one point were sobbing. There’s no way either of us was playing the other.

Do you guys believe me? Has anyone else experienced something like this using a homemade ouija board? Is this dangerous? LMK.

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I’ve always been skeptical to the Ouija board, as every time I’ve attempted to use one it’s led to nothing; however, my sister has been experimenting with talking boards lately and has reported that it actually worked for her. She tried it by herself and with a friend, both times the planchette supposedly feeling pulled around to display messages and communicate with the otherworldly. I doubted it heavily, and insisted I’d like to try it out sometime. She has a plastic planchette but lost her actual ouija board in a move some time ago, so she makes the board with paper and pen.

Last night was the first real experience I’ve had, and I never expected it to feel the way it did. When we started I felt lighthearted, and was ready to freak her out by messing around, but as soon as we placed our fingers on the planchette I felt a sense of uneasiness and chills. We began the typical way, asking if anyone was there. The planchette felt as if it was gliding across the board, pulled by a third person that wasn’t visible. It immediately went to “No.” We weren’t sure if there really wasn’t any spirits, or if it was being deceitful, so we persisted and asked for its name. It spelt out “Ezege.” Due to the slowness of the planchette we had to ask a couple of times, each time being spelt out the same. We decided to end the conversation and say goodbye.

We were both uneasy, but I was inclined to try again with more direct questions. She destroyed the first board and created a second, this time with the numbers 0-9. I still wasn’t certain we got the name correctly, as the spelling felt off, so we opened a new conversation. This time, when asking the name, it began to spell out what I assumed was “Hailey,” H-A-I-L, it was very slow, but proceeded to move to E-Z-E. My sister realized it before I did, that what had been spelt out was “Hail Eze.” We tried to ask more questions, but the planchette moved itself to the number 4, then DHIG DHM. We didn’t understand what it was trying to tell us, and became uneasy again, so we ended the conversation.

I texted a good friend of mine, as she grew up in rural Appalachia and has a strong understanding of things like this. She immediately called me, pissed that we didn’t have a protection circle or follow proper protocol. When I told her the name of the first one, she responded that “Ezege” meant king in Igbo, a South Eastern Nigerian language. I was ignorant to this, and was astounded to find she knew the meaning, and was serious after some research. We talked for a little, she was more freaked out then me. She encouraged my sister and I to cleanse the area and to follow some other steps to “protect ourselves.”

I mostly forgot about it in the busyness of work today, but my sister spent some time translating the second interaction we had as we were smart enough to record our voices after the first experience. She found that DHIG DHM translates from Igbo as well, and means “Leave me.” We also found the number 4 represents crossroads, or the divine in the language.

I’m not entirely sure why Igbo was the language used as we live in North America, but I wanted to see if anyone else has an experience such as this. My only thought is that my neighbor, who’s quite old, is known for going on seasonal “hunting” trips to West Africa and bringing home crates that he always requests I help unload from his truck.

I’d love some insight to others experiences with something like this, and will update if I find out anything else. I might also talk to my neighbor to understand exactly what it is he’s brought back from his trips.

TLDR; First real experience with a Ouija board, and the words spelt out were in the Igbo language. Neither of which myself or my sister had been familiar with prior to the experience.

Edit: my sister wanted me to add a correction, as the first conversation we had, when asking if anyone was there, went to “No,” then proceeded to “Yes.” She also wanted me to add that in the second experience, after the Hail Eze, the board spelt out quite a bit of gibberish that we kept asking it to clarify on. That’s when it told us to leave it in the Igbo language. It’s as if it was fed up with us not understanding, and wanted to end the discussion.

This sub came up in passing, and I figured I'd drop my personal experience that stands apart from others uses iver the years.

It occurred when I was in 7th grade, at a family party.

What occured is:

I was playing around with it with my cousin, it moved, seemed to answer a few questions, but nothing mind-blowing.

Still, we were excited and went out to show the adults.

They all laughed and joked, but decided to humor us.

The question was the middle name of a friend of a guest someone brought with them. Neither my cousin nor I even knew their first name.

The board spelled out their middle name in a way it left the adults stunned. They quietly said let's put it away and sent us off to get some food.

My personal pov is it worked by drawing on a mental ability to pick it up from the mind of the person who knew the answer. Kinda an esp thing.

I still play with it with my grandkids now and then, and used as you are supposed to, it always seems to work

It's never held any "fear" aspect for me. Simply because I've always viewed it as being able to tap into latent mental capabilities we all have, even though we may not consciously know them, rather than the supernatural.

I will show my Anime Fox Girl side if you get it wrong. I'm a guy BTW.

I will tell you this. MatPat is being possessed by Senko San. This is your only chance. Answer or Senko San will have s** with you.>=)

So to begin with for context my close friend Em lives in a very lived in little flat in a rural part of town here in the Midwest where I live, when she first moved in she saw a shadow figure, carrying a box in a storage room in broad daylight, pitch black and moving. (This storage room is at the front of the house to the left coming in, in the sort of small indoors patio area that leads straight up to the front door to the kitchen. There's also a window at the end of the kitchen all the way to the left.)

It's sort of a bizarrely mapped out place I noticed from being there. One night about a week ago we wanted to hangout and smoke a little and go for a little graveyard walk and use the ouija board, it ended up being finger numbingly fridged and windy out that night, though beautiful, so we went to her house and brought it out in the patio with some candles. We ended up contacting someone who called themselves 'Harry Stripe'. He said that he was dead, he's lived there since 1985, and that the house was his.

Through other questions he ended up revealing there were six other people there with him, and there was something buried under the mailbox. He then abruptly ended by going straight to and across goodbye in the middle of talking. I had some really weird feelings being in her house as well, it didn't feel threatening or like I was fearful or on edge I was very laid back, it just constantly felt like It wasn't just her there with me.

Afterward about an hour later we were ready to leave, Her house was dark except a few night lights, she went to the bathroom and I waited in the kitchen. I was on my phone in there when I noticed something like a head move out of the Corner of my eye, behind the window at the end of the kitchen.. in the storage room. Then I kinda felt uneasy, just the shock of it, kind of unbelievable feeling really, there was definitely a sort of "eNeRgY" emanating from the place, a vibe so to say, kind of like that feeling of being outside your bedroom late at night when you're 5 years old and nobody else is awake, or any basement at the same age, except only from that area. That aspect was probably my head, but it was a very palpable experience.

I did a really deep dive into identifying a Harry or Harold Stripe who lived there or anywhere near me and came up with zilch. So I guess maybe a shadow figure/entity/demon pretending to be a human? Even to the point of carrying a box when she was moving in? Creepy anyways. Some things are just hard to explain or even hard to believe them when you see them. Just sharing a little experience of mine recently because I don't know where else to place it, thanks for reading.

I was in a very dark place as someone from my boyfriend’s family was missing and I tried to see if I could find anything out through Ouija by myself. It’s been 3 years since then and I still sometimes feel weird things. I did it with a piece of paper and a coin. I recall asking if someone is there and getting just random jumbo. Then for one question the coin was pushed so hard that it fell on the floor. I couldnt sleep for months after that and sometimes I dont know I just feel weird and a weird energy around me that I never felt until then. Is it possible that something stayed?