This is the first of only two experiences I have ever had, at least that I can recall, that made me think there is truth to the spirit world. More than just a "feeling", dream or thought.
I was 13 years old, living in a cute little 2 story townhome with my mom and 15-year-old sister. My sister's room was on the main floor, immediately to the left of the front door. It was after school one day and my sister and her friend had purchased a "Milton Bradley" Ouija board. I had never heard of such a thing, but it came in a game type box and was made by a company well known for their games so I figured, after hearing the girls say what it was about, that it was a weird sort of game but, being the typical younger sister and wanting to be involved in everything her and her friends did, I would partake.
We set up on the floor of my sister's bedroom, by the window. The shades were drawn but there was still lots of light through the blinds. The foot of her twin canopy bed was several feet away, with the headboard against the wall. If I can remember, I would say the room was about 9 or 10 feet long, and we were sitting close to the window on the opposite the headboard.
My sister had a flair for the dramatic and got all serious and lit candles. Her and her friend tried it out first and I remember thinking that they were the ones moving the little pointer, but they were acting all amazed and I was eager to try it out myself. I was really shocked when I felt the pointer moving, and looked at my sister's friend who also had her fingers resting on it to see if she was messing with me. Her fingers looked completely relaxed and she looked just as stunned as me.
I am a cynic and a critical thinker so I decided to ask questions that mattered. I can't remember what the girls had been asking it before. I started to ask about my Grandma, who had passed away in a nursing home 2 years prior and was my favorite. I asked if she was in Heaven and it told us otherwise. I said out loud that it was lying. At this time, the pointer flew off the board on the floor and across the room and landed on my sister's pillow.
The three of us screamed simultaneously and fled the room, slamming the door behind us. My sister questioned us about if we did that and we both agreed it was not us and we all started to cry and even went outside into the daylight, not wanting to go back inside the house. After a few minutes of discussing, we agreed to go back inside the house and use the phone to call my sister's friend's brother, who agreed to come pick up the board and take it away. We didn't go back inside until he came.
I believe the board was burned. Nothing weird happened after that, which I realize is pretty lucky.