Hi, my name is Chris, as you may know from reading my last story, I'm from a small town in the deep southern parts of Georgia. I moved to Florida back in 1998 and had resided there up until 2007 when I joined the USMC, and now I am stationed overseas here in Okinawa, Japan. This story takes place at one of my best friend's houses in the small neighborhood in northern Florida, where I had most recently lived back in the states.
It was the middle of the Summer of 2006 (if I recall correctly). My friend, his two brothers, his mother, his mother's boyfriend, and myself were talking about the paranormal or something of that sort. So my friend's little brother took out this Ouija Board, and they were talking about using it to talk to spirits. So we all went into the master bathroom (that was the only place that was quiet being since my boy's grandmother was in the living room watching TV) and gathered there to try this new thing.
They started off asking simple questions like, "Is there anyone in here?" or, "If there's anyone in here please let us know," but nothing. After about 5 minutes and we were all about to give up, we asked it once again, "Is there anyone in here?" and the planchette slowly moved to "yes." I took my hand off and asked if that was them messing with me. They smiled and looked at me and said "No, its moving by itself..." So, me being skeptical started asking only personal questions about myself, per se. Who I was dating at the time (none of them knew then). And other simple things of that sort. The board answered, to my disbelief, the correct answers. So, I then went a little more personal. Asking the board questions about my past and things having to do with my grandmother that had died in 1991 in a tragic car accident. Everything was right!
I was amazed by this connection to the outside world. Mind you that by now it's just my friend's little brother because everyone else had gotten bored and went to bed, and it was around 1 or 2 am. We were talking to his deceased father that had passed in 2003 as well. To make sure it was him we would ask him questions about how he died and if he was in the house or looked after the three boys all the time, and he said yes.
We had talked to one other spirit that night that was very wierd because it was suppposedly the spirit of young child from Mexico that was also killed in an accident, and that had missed his parents and family. He spelled the words out; not that of a child's spelling, but just as if you and I were on the board.
That night wasn't at all discomforting or bad feeling. It felt very welcoming and cozy talking to the spirits of the deceased. So, then after that night came a series of nights where we would use the board and talk to these spirits. The next story I will post will be about two experiences in the same night. So stand by for that one. It's definitely a little more disturbing.
Thanks For Your Time And God Bless,
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