My second brush with an OUIJA board happened during my freshman year in college. I was attending an all female school and had a very adventurous party-animal like roommate who was an ex military brat; let's call her Jane. Jane had a best friend who was even wilder than she if that's possible we'll call her Barbie since she looked like one. I wasn't actually in the room at the time these two and another girl decided to play with an OUIJA board. Had I been in the room I surely would have voiced my opinion loudly and probably insisted that they go somewhere else and do whatever they were going to do because I didn't want to have any part of it in any place I had to sleep! Not after my last encounter with one -but they were doing this when I was at work and I walked in just as they were freaking themselves out. Apparently after asking the board several crazy questions the pointer went nuts and flew off onto the floor.
This was over 20 years ago and I didn't bother to keep the recording they made of their "session" but when they played back the tape so I could hear their goofiness - you could hear an audible scream on there. It really scared them since no one screamed in the room or in the hallway; suffice to say they never played with a board again -but I don't think that mattered much. Because the person who was targeted afterwards wasn't Jane -it was me. She seemed to have suffered no ill effects whatsoever. Immediately after they used the board in our room, I started hearing noises in my closet. They were plunking and plinking noises -sounded like coins dropping onto cement. Exactly the sound a coin makes when it hits a hard stone surface.
I thought I was hearing things - I tried to ignore it -but when Jane started hearing the noises she and I both wondered what on earth was doing that?!
I went into my closet and there on the floor were several small coins, nickels, dimes and pennies.
I have no clue where they came from; I picked them up and placed them in a glass ashtray on my desk.
The next night, more plunking and plinking noises happened in my closet - once again we looked in there and more small coins were on the bottom of the closet floor. I picked up the coins - threw them in the glass ashtray with the others and wondered why on earth whoever or whatever was dropping money in my closet wasn't dropping 20 dollar bills! It really was kind of funny - it didn't scare me I just couldn't understand why it was happening. I never did figure it out. It went on like that for a few weeks before Jane got suspended from school for an infraction of the rules an infraction that involved drugs. It got her kicked off campus- She came back a year later -we ended up as roomies again too but in a different building. During that few weeks however, I amassed a whole glass ashtray of small coins. I'm sure the pile didn't amount to more than a few dollars but those coins materialized out of thin air and dropped in the bottom of my closet for some reason.
If you have any ideas about what this was - feel free.