This is a real story about my friend, Brianna, and I. This has practically changed the way we view the thought of ghosts.
We were hanging out at Brianna's house, using my Ouija Board, talking to 'Satan'. 'Satan' was telling us to slit our throats, and kill ourselves, so we decided to go to bed. We had been drinking out of this glass cup, and I had the last sip of it, and put it on her table across the room, and went to bed.
That night, Brianna had a dream that Satan broke her sister's neck and killed her, and then threw me out a glass window and I died.
Now, everyone knows Satan's number is 666. That morning, Brianna and I awoke to our glass cup in the middle of her floor, broken in 6 pieces. Twenty minutes earlier, her cousin, Brandon, had come in, and it was still on the table, untouched. Her windows were closed, so it couldn't have been a draft. That morning, we interrogated Brandon, to see if he saw anything, or was trying to play a trick on us. He wasn't.
The next day, I told my mom. She hasn't allowed an Ouija Board in our house since.
Is that a sign from Satan, or maybe from a ghost in Brianna's house?
Should I be scared, worried, or nervous?
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