This story starts back in September of 2019. We randomly had an Ouija board downstairs in our basement and it had been down there for years even before I knew what it was. One day I got the idea to just see what would happen if I tried it but I got nothing. Then on another occasion after that I tried it, I think I may have gotten some movement but nothing that was really responsive. I don't remember if I requested any presences from anyone, I think I just wanted to see if the scope would even move.
The third time, I was a little bit more prepared or so I thought. I brought some palo santo with me (I didn't have sage at the time), a few candles, and I set an intention that only beings with good intentions were allowed to contact me and nothing else was allowed. I wanted to speak to my ancestors but I was open to anyone speaking to me. This time, I actually got an answer.
At first it kept spelling out a bunch of random letters for like 30 minutes. He managed to tell me that he was my 4th generation great-grandfather or something along those lines (A family member who I wasn't familiar with) but kept talking gibberish. At one point I had enough and said "I'm sorry, I can't understand you." then ended the session. I tried to start a new session but the same spirit showed up. I should have just ended it there but I was curious as to why he still wanted to talk to me. After more time, all of a sudden it started talking like normal. The spirit said that it was all a prank and that he was a family member I knew. He said he was my 1st grandfather and I believed that because from the stories I had been told, he was a bit of a prankster.
Side note, I had never met any of these family members before they died but I have heard countless stories. I have also always wanted to talk to them because even though I never met them, I have felt connected in some sort of way. Unfortunately, this is what made it so easy for the spirit to trick me. Even I know about them through stories, I don't know them as actual people so I just have a general idea of what they would be like. The spirit could easily manipulate me and try to be like them as much as possible or also try fill in the gaps of what parts of their personality I didn't exactly know about.
Once I found out who I thought I was talking to, we chit chatted for a few hours and I asked a bunch of random questions. Long story short, not only did the spirit make me believe that I was talking to a dead family member of mine, throughout our conversation he tricked me into thinking I had a dead sister that I had no idea about and fed me a bunch of other random lies. After a while, it was late and I was tired so I went back upstairs to sleep, planning to talk to this 'sister' the next day.
I woke up the next day after I got home from running errands, I immediately went back downstairs to the board. Me and this sister would talk about anything for hours end for at least two weeks. I had my suspicions and sometimes I felt really weird after using the board but I didn't think too much of it.
Then one day me and the 'sister' were talking and 'she' said that I had a family member who was alive and whom I didn't know about yet (They were also supposedly from another country). Apparently, 'she' had the phone number for this family member and gave it to me. Through an international calling app, I tried to contact the person but it didn't go through. Afterwards, I really began to suspect that I was not talking to my family members and that it was something else. I tell the 'sister' that I was suspicious and I asked if I was really talking to them. Finally the spirit confesses to have completely lied to me this entire time.
I asked the spirit who he was and he lied to me again and said that he was the ghost of person who once lived at my apartment before me (This place is not very old). Apparently his name was James and he was mad at us for not taking care of the apartment like he wanted and that's why he pranked me.
I didn't really believe this, especially since it's not like it's hoarders paradise around here. I confronted him about it though and told him that if it was all true, it was wrong to go that far and he should have just came forth and told me who he was. Though I was angry, I tried really hard to stay cool because I heard that sometimes getting mad at a spirit only make things worse. He apologized and I tried to send him on his way to a better place.
After that, I felt horrible over the next few days. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened and I was really confused. Then I came across a video talking about automatic/spirit writing. I decided to try it out to see if it would work and I thought it might be a safer way to get answers. In the video it said that it might take a while to get the hang of automatic writing, but to my surprise, it came naturally to me.
I tried contacting someone who was a guide of mine to get some answers but I ended up getting tricked again. Shortly after, I started talking to who I thought was my relatives again. For some reason I talked to more of them and I got what I thought was better, clearer answers at first. I was still skeptical though because I had been through so much with James already but I wanted to see if this was all real.
Eventually after a few weeks of writing, I started to be able to hear them. I could hear what they were going to say even before it was written. I could start to hear full sentences, voice tones, pitches and even multiple people at once. I could even speak to them through my mind. Sometimes if I couldn't hear them, I'd ask a question in my mind and they would write down the answer. I didn't mind it too much at first but then it started to become a lot to handle. I could hear them 24/7 and it became a huge part of my life.
I think it was cool to hear them but it was overwhelming to hear them so often. I thought it was a 'psychic power' I had that was 'overactive' which made it so I heard them all the time. This went on for a few months and as it continued, I got more and more suspicious but they kept reassuring me that one day they'd be able to prove it to me that it was them. The entire time I felt something was off but I didn't know what it was. I knew James was still hanging around because I could hear him too.
Then in December, my father passed away. Afterward, the voices seemed to stop and it was a great relief. After a while of not having anyone talking to me, I began to suspect that the entire time James was behind it all. I didn't think he could make it sound like I was hearing multiple voices and even different tones but it seems to make the most sense at this point. I can't exactly remember when I came to that conclusion but that conclusion has not changed since.
Gradually I started to hear voices often again and now I am hearing him 24/7 but it's as himself this time, no one else. Before when I thought I was talking with my relatives, we'd just chit chat all the time even about the most mundane things. Now he just criticizes me and makes snarky comments. This may sound like a joke but he does stuff like this to annoy me: if I even brush my teeth the wrong way he'll make comments. It's really strange but he'll do literally anything in his power to annoy me or even upset me.
Nothing I have done to get rid of him has worked so far. I have tried prayers, that white light trick, sage (even different kinds of sage), I have stopped automatic writing, and even burning the notebook I used to do the writing in. The only thing I haven't done and I'm really kicking myself in the rear for not doing, is burning the Ouija board.
Back in October, I wanted to get rid of the board really bad. This entire time I have not had a mentor or anything so I have been going by the internet or what I think might help, since I have no prior experience with the spirit world. I thought about burning the board but I heard somewhere that it could actually make the situation worse, so I just gave it up to a place that sells board games. They said they didn't accept Ouija boards because they already had enough of them. However, if you leave something there that wasn't accepted, they will just trash it and that's what I did. So most likely it was trashed but it probably wasn't burned.
I am really desperate for your help. This is not something I can live with for the rest of my life. I wish I knew what to do to make this all go away but I don't. The worst part is that no one knows. I can't tell them about this in fear of people thinking I'm absolutely insane. I appreciate any words of wisdom at this point!