One cold Sunday afternoon, in March, 3 years ago, me and a couple of friends were all sitting in Marc's living room. We were talking and things got to the point where we were all freaking each other out with ghost stories and what not. We decided we were going to play with Marc's ouija board.
So were all sitting in a circle on the ground around the board and all had our hands above the shot glass to avoid any suspicion that one of us is moving the glass for a good laugh. I started the game by asking "Is there anyone here with us in the house?". Nothing hapenned. I asked a couple of times before the glass slid across the board, unto the word "hello". So we were already scared but decided to continue anyways.
Marc asked "Whats your name?" It wouldn't work. So I told Marc to ask a different question. He then asked "Are you dead?" and the cursor moved to yes. My friend Sarah then asked "Do you want to hurt us?" and the entity moved the cursor to "no". But without asking any further question the glass slid across the board to spell out R-I-C-H-A-R-D. For all of us it made no sense because none of us were named Richard. We were all going to ask if it was his name, but Marc said "guys I think we should stop playing now". The glass then went on "no". We were terrified. And asked Marc why he wanted to stop playing. He said Richard is my grand father's name.
Marc always lived with his grand father, at the momment he was visiting Marc's aunt. But Marc was always worrying for him as he was very ill. So we all decided to investigate some more to see what he had to say about Marc's grand father. So my friend Samuel said "You want to hurt Richard?" and the glass moved to "yes". He then asked "why?" and the glass spelled out "S-T-A-I-R-S". We didn't understand and tried to talk with the presence some more but from that momment on he stopped communicating. So we all shrugged it off but we were all very scared.
We all went back home and Marc was pretty scared so he brought me home and ended up staying too. So far everything was normal. A week passed and we had all forgotten about our little experience.
Until one afternoon, Marc called me to tell me his grand father was in the hospital, he had fallen down the stair case going down to the basement. And was in pretty bad condition. I rushed to the hospital. When I got there, Marc explained to me what his grand father told him when he was awake, it chilled me to the bone; He went down to the basement at first because he kept hearing loud noises and what sounded like a voice coming from downstairs. But when he put his foot on the first step he felt someone's hands pushing his back and that's what's made him fall down the stairs. He was pushed.
And because of that, Richard will never be able to use his legs again. Marc threw away the ouija board that day.