I can hear you all now DONT USE OUIJA BOARDS! I know and have said the same plenty of times, this is why!
Back in 1996 I was 22 and at a friends place (deb) was around 10:30pm.
Deb was a friend of Abby, girlfriend to Spike, whose friend Rick was dating Deb so full circle. We were just sat chatting chilling out with a few drinks that went on to more drinks that became 5 very tipsy friends.
Rick started going on about a film he had seen involving a ouija board (cant recall film) and was going on about "how cool" it would be to try one.
If I was sober I would have put a stop to it there and then, but drink and stupidity go so well together. I even drew the thing on cardboard!?
So Deb is moaning: we had used one of her best glasses and her scented candles but was still joining in, Abby wanted nothing to do with it, Rick and Spike are laughing like little school boys and I feel "wrong". Not ill, not worried, but just wrong. As though I knew someting was going to go bad real quick but had no control over it.
To start it was the usual. Nothing except the odd push from one of the lads being daft, that is until the glass moved and spelt STOP LAUGHING! The lads stopped.
We started to ask questions~
Who are you? Mark!
Where are you ~ here and St Margrets!
Any messages for Spike, Abby, Deb, Carl? No!
For Rick? Yes
Rick sudenly screams like a little girl jumped up and ran into the kitchen!
We said goodby to Mark. No reply! 3 times we said goodby Mark, then he replyed goodby.
No one said anything for a long time, then Rick turned round and said "lets go find his grave"
We all looked at him as though he had said he was a teapot!
Are you crazy? Why?
"Need to see it" said Rick. "Ok in the morning." I said. "No now!" He replyed.
He was determind to go and kept asking until we all agreed to go with him.
12:45 am me, Spike and Rick walking through a church yard, sented candles in a glass (yes same glass) looking at old headstones looking for "Mark". Abby and Deb stood outside, Deb shouting, "dont break my glass its part of a set!"
Breaking the glass was the last thing I was going to worry about!
As we get to the back of the church yard there are 2 long stone seats facing each other easy seat 3 people on each one.
Now it was getting real cold and I needed to sit down for a few moments. Getting out my cigarettes I gave Spike and Rick one and sat facing the way out with Rick and Spike facing me.
Rick was looking around and I could tell he had something to say but felt worried about saying it, so I waited.
"I brought this," he said after a few more moments and took the cardboard ouija board out of his pocket. "Thought it might help find him" said Rick. What I and Spike said is sadly unrepeatable but was not polite.
All of a sudden the candle in the glass (was on the floor between us) went out, we are sat in the pitch black, a small flame appears in Ricks direction. I thought it was his lighter, but no: it was the cardboard, it had started to burn on its own!
The candle relights by its self, too. Rick and Spike ran, leaving me sat alone in a church yard with a burning homemade ouija board!?
I joined them in there little run.
Deb was going crazy, "my glass, where is my glass? My gran brought them" and stormed off into the church yard to collect it.
When she came back she was furious. "Who broke it?" she was shouting at us, "come on own up who broke it?" No one had touched it, but when she showed us the glass it was broken clean in two pieces, not cracked or blackened like it had over heated with the candle, but almost like it had been cut in half (like a coconut).
We left then and vowed never to try using a ouija board again!
(I replaced the glass set with some cut crystal glasses)