So a little backstory before we go into the event.
I had been dating my girlfriend at the time for a little under a year. She'd told me she was Pagan and even though I'm Christian I was totally cool with it since I don't judge people as long as I don't have their religion forced on me. I'd been to a few little parties her and the Pagan club she was in at her college threw as well.
So I drove up to her apartment at school on Halloween. She and her roommate, who was also Pagan, decided to hold a seance and talk to some ancestors of theirs with the use of the Ouija board. My ex had made her own board and instead of a regular planchette, they used a shot glass. I watched as they did some rituals before hand, going to all four corners of the room to make a kind of barrier for us. I laid on the couch and that's why they made sure to spread it to the entirety of the room to include me. As they began talking to the spirits I slowly drifted off to sleep. What I remember from my dream involved Freddy Krueger oddly enough, but that's not important to the main story, just an interesting side note.
When I woke up they were just finishing up with the board and asked if I wanted to contact anyone. I shrugged and said sure, crawling over to sit next to the coffee table. After I did a few things to get setup, I believe I lit a candle and then recited my grandfather's full name, then blew it out. Shortly after they said it could begin and then I asked a few things for an introduction. Then the girls told me to ask some safety questions my grandfather and I knew to make sure we weren't dealing with a demon.
My first question was somewhat easy, "Where did you work?", the answer was Bethlehem Steel and the shot glass started moving to spell out S-T-E-E-L, I was a little creeped out but I figured that was an easy question. For my second question I had asked "Where did we go for walks when I would spend then night with you and grandma?" When I was little I had gone for walks at a graveyard across the street from my grandparents' house, there was a long stretch of road with trees lined along it finally leading to the graves. The glass started moving spelling out G-R-A-V-E-Y-A-R-D. I was really freaked out now and saw the shot glass move to say "I love you Kyle". Then the girls looked at me and asked if I wanted to continue. I told them I didn't know whether to break down in tears or freak out, so we stopped, said goodbye and they did a ritual to finish it all.
That was about two years ago, to this day I don't know if I had moved that shot glass myself subconsciously to say those things or if it was real, because I barely was touching it. And then I don't know if that was really my grandfather or a demon posing as him. I have wanted to go back and talk to him again, but I don't know the ritual that they used to do so and after hearing so many bad Ouija stories, I'm really not interested in something going wrong.