Recently I went to visit a friend (let's just call her Liz) in her new (ish) house. She'd told me stories about how she's always creeped out when she's home alone, how she's certain someone was watching her, occasionally she'd see the shadow of someone walking down her hallway, rattling of cupboards and chairs, the whole works. I figured she was joking around to scare me.
As it turns out, she wasn't.
I stayed with her for about a week. Day one was pretty tame. I did hear knocking on the walls, I did hear rattling, but I passed that off as her messing with me or her cat running around.
Day two was about the same, the only difference is that the TV turned on when nobody was in the room.
Day three, four, and five were odd, to say the least. We spent most of the week out of the house, a lot of it we spent at a local library, the downtown coffee shop, walking around, meeting new friends, wherever we felt like going at that particular moment. Her parent's were working most of the day and they'd be home about an hour before we'd normally get home. Once when we walked in the little rack for coats and hats came crashing down. Coincidence? I want to believe so. Occasionally I'd see a shadow where there shouldn't be a shadow. Little things like that. Not too serious, but weird enough to get me thinking.
Day six and seven though, that was literal hell.
Liz's friends had popped over for a few hours, and they decided that the only way to get to the bottom of this was through an Ouija board session. Keep in mind I am 100% against Ouija boards. Liz, on the other hand, was against it at first but decided 10 minutes wouldn't too bad. It was way longer than ten minutes.
So, the two friends and Liz decided they'd play. I backed out. No way am I touching that board. For the record, one went out and bought a board from the local Toys R Us store. They lit some candles, turned off all the lights, and started asking basic questions (while I sat on the bed under the covers with their cat Rosewood). It took them a few minutes to get some sort of response.
I don't remember all the questions. I remember about 4. What's your name, which was answered with "Charlie." Why are you here, got an answer of "My home." Are you a good spirit, answered with "no." Will you please leave willingly, answered with "no." Then it got bad. Friend 1 said, "a$$hole, this ain't your home anymore get the f*ck out." Friend 2 said about the same thing. Liz started freaking out, I'm freaking out because you NEVER insult a ghost. The planchette started doing a figure 8, and the room got ridiculously cold. By then Liz had demanded they ended the session, and they did. We promptly burned the board. It may not have been the right thing to do, and it wasn't, but at the time we were in a panicked state and had no idea what to do. The rest of the day and into the night was pretty tame.
Last day, the day I was leaving, the Ouija board showed back up. On her front doorstep. We discovered it when I was just leaving to drive back home (I'm 16 and I recently got my license). Bit of a freakout. Long story short, I took the Ouija board and it's now sitting in my closet. I have no idea what to do with it, but seeing as I didn't play the game I think I'm okay? At least, I hope I am. Either way, mistakes were made.