Ouija board horror story experiences
With Halloween fast approaching, people love to hear spooky stories that send shivers down their spines.
And just in time, Reddit users have taken to the forum to share their strangest experiences when using the Ouija board.
I’ve always wanted to tell this story, but never had the opportunity. My father told me his experience with it.
My father and his friends were playing with Ouija board and just generally goofing around with it. None of them believed that the board actually had any sort of power. Eventually, through either inquisition of a simple prediction, the board said my father’s friend’s dad would die in the near future. This disturbed my dad’s friend, who stopped playing soon after.
The next week, his father was struck by a car and killed immediately. Ever since, my father’s friend has been deathly afraid of any kind of Ouija Board. I know my father wouldn’t have made up something like this; it’s just not in his nature. Although it’s certainly spooky, I think it’s more to do with coincidence than a Ouija predicting it. I can never be certain though.
The man in the window
I was about 12 or 13 spending the night at a friends house, goofing around with the Ouija board with him his sister and we were getting all sorts of gibberish plus words spelled out, just kind of scaring ourselves for fun not taking it seriously when we got the message “I can see you through the window” and then “I can see you through his eyes” or something like that…. There was a small window… we asked it more questions and it said “I’m under the car” so we somehow got up the nerve to go out with a flashlight and peer under the car, where we saw a huge black stray cat which was hissing. We ran inside freaking out and at that exact moment the power failed and all the lights in the house went out, We just about actually shit ourselves. Few minutes later the power came back and we sat til dawn that night scared and never played with the board again.
My wife and I had some unexplained things going on in the house we were renting. So we got a board so we could try to figure out what we were dealing with. Bad idea. The board was a standard plain board. We used it one night to speak with (hopefully) our spirit. What we didn’t realize is that Ouija boards open the door anything to come through and speak. The looking piece flew off the board near the end of our session and we had no real answers to anything we were speaking with something, but it was evasive with its answers. Things got worst in the house and we eventually broke our lease and moved on.
I’ve got two, but one isn’t my story. First – One of my friends found a Ouija board in her attic. When we started messsing around with it and asked who we were speaking to, it spelled out “Gemma Jane”. My friend had been adopted, so she didn’t really know her biological family, but we found out later that her biological mother’s mother died that morning, and her name was Gemma Jane Parham. Second – My great aunt has never married, and when I asked why, my dad told me the story. Apparently when she was sixteen she had a pretty serious boyfriend. When she used a bored, she asked if they would get married, and it said no. She asked if they would break up… no… asked if one of them would die and it said yes, and when she asked which of them it said “goodbye”. A week later he died in a wood chipper accident at the mill where he worked.
When I was about 10 years old, my mother and her friends were using the “The Psychic Circle” – Which is a divination board, somewhat similar to Ouija. My mother and her friends were persistently asking the same question over and over again, and it had just past midnight, say around 12.20am. I was watching at this point, and I noticed I was thirsty. I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, walked back outside to where my mother and her friends were sitting, and the entire glass shattered in my hands. To this day, it still makes me uncomfortable, and my mother won’t use the board in that way anymore.
tip: Don’t persist when they don’t want to divulge something. Some things are better left alone.
I got a Ouija board for Christmas when I was in the 6th grade (great Christmas present, huh?). That night, I went over to my best friend’s house and brought the Ouija board with me. We went up to her room, set it on the floor, and asked, “Is there anyone in the room with us?” The pointer-thingie spelled out “Ruth” which was my grandma’s name and her great-aunt’s name. Both my grandma and her great-aunt had died that year. We threw the board back in the box and were totally freaked out. I bought it home and put it in my closet, but every time I looked at the box it gave me this horrible creepy feeling, so I ended up throwing it in the dumpster a couple of years later.
I was staying at a hotel with friends in northern Ontario for a chess tournament. Geeky I know. Can’t exactly remember the town. Anyway, we were looking for some thrills at night and someone busted out a board. One of those official ones you can get from toys’r’us. We asked a few questions I can’t remember but I will never forget when we asked if it knew if any of us was going to die. Yeah I know strange question to ask. Uh so it spelled out a persons name that was with us at the time. And then a date which was approximately a year later.
My friend died a year later from cancer in his knee. He knew about it 6 months before he died. To this day I am still curious about the device but damned if I’ll ever touch it again
My friend had mentioned that she had one, so I asked her to pull the board out so I could check it out. At first she said no, but then agreed to do it as long as she didn’t have to participate. After she had the board set up I asked “Is there anyone in here”….nothing. So, being a dumb teenager I said “If anything is in here and not talking, you’re a coward”. The board was put away after that.
Fast forward about a week later and have me sleeping upstairs on my couch. I wake up on a stereotypical “Stormy Night”. Thunder and lightning, wind and rain..the works. I look around to see why I woke up and couldn’t see a thing, and decide to try and fall back asleep. After laying there for about 30s I hear from downstairs “Get the boy” in a very raspy, wispy voice. I open my eyes and listen……nothing. Start to go back to sleep…”GET THE BOY”, it was MUCH louder this time. Then my downstairs door SLAMS shut. I freak the F*ck out because nobody slept down there and we had no drafts.
Nothing really happened after that…I learned my lesson.
The lights went out
We were hanging out in a friend’s dorm room and busted out the Ouija board. There were a few of us who had used them before and a few who hadn’t that were quite skeptical. It was about 11:00 p.m. and the communication with the board was going quite well. Gary, one of the skeptics, kept calling bullshit to the whole thing. We convinced him to sit on the floor with us and give it a shot. His first question, ’Is this for real or just a bunch of bullshit?’ The planchette zipped to NO. ’Fine’ he says, still not believing, ’Prove it!’
“No sooner [had] he finished that statement [when] the lights in the room flickered and the building’s fire alarm went off. This freaked us all out and we left the room to follow fire alarm procedures. After about 20 minutes, campus safety said it was a false alarm and let us all back in to the dorms. When we arrived back up to [our friend’s] room, the Ouija board was gone. No one took it with us and the room was left locked.
When I was little, my mom took out a Ouija board and asked my brother and I if we’d like to play with it … It started out pretty funny. Someone was obviously moving the glass thing, making words like ’poop’ and stuff like that. (Did I mention we were young enough for that to be hilarious?) But then my mom said let’s get serious and try to contact someone. Here is where it gets weird.
“A friend of hers had recently gone missing. He’d been missing for a month or so, and nobody knew where he was. When we asked who it was we’re talking to, his name was spelled out. Let’s just say it was George, since I genuinely don’t remember. When we asked George if he was my mom’s friend, he said yes. My mom got visibly upset, and asked where he was. ’In a lake’ was spelled out. It was extremely upsetting, and we stopped immediately. Mom tried to be lighthearted about it, and since I was young, I believed it was no big deal as well, following her lead.
“About two weeks later, they found George’s body. He’d been hit by some car or train or something on some bridge, and his body fell into the nearby lake, though it was more like a very large pond. It was a reasonably remote place, so nobody had found it for a while.