Two days ago, me and my friend, Sara, found a Ouija board at her grandma's house. Sara had asked her Nana whether she owned a Ouija board, and her Nana said no. So me and Sara showed her Nana the Ouija board and we asked her Nana if we could bring it back to Sara's house since I was spending the night and her Nana said yes. Sara and I then put the board into the back of her car, and when we left we got all giddy and excited.
When Sara and I got to her house we pulled the Ouija board out of the back of the car and brought it into the house. I was getting anxious because I wanted to use it already, Sara wanted to wait but I didn't really care. I called Stevie, Sara's brother, over to the opened Ouija board box. We kept looking for a better description of it, and how it works, but we couldn't find out anything, except for the instructions and the maker, William Fuld. Stevie and I stopped caring, though, so we just grabbed a glass (because it didn't have a pointer) and put it onto the word Ouija. We went into Sara's room and started with the question, "Is there anyone on or around this plot of land? If there is please move the cup to 'yes'..." We felt a slight shift, but it wouldn't really fully move. So, Stevie and I waited for five minutes then eventually gave up.
We brought the Ouija board into the computer/living room where Sara was sitting, and I asked Sara if she wanted to try, and she said sure. She turned around and put her knee next to mine, and we put our hands on the cup and I opened with the question I had said earlier. The cup went straight to Yes! It turns out his name was actually George Michael Samuels and he died when he was 57 in the same neighborhood we were in. Both Sara and I kept talking to him until like 2 in the morning, but then we had to let him go because he was getting mad.
The next day, we pulled him back and we started talking to him. We eventually pieced things together and began to make him realize something. I can't tell you, though, because it was very heartbreaking to him. Well, it turns out he was murdered, stabbed in the heart. We're still trying to make him realize it, but he's always wanting to pull the cup towards 'Good Bye'. We want him to know how he died, because it seems to be what's holding him back in life. I hope he finds out that, and eventually accepts it.