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The Ouija Board
My friend, Cody, and I were home late one night. We had decided that the evening was boring enough, so we decided to risk our irrelevant time and try our hand at talking to the dead.
So, we made a ouija board out of cardboard and used one of my shotglasses for the "eye".
It took us a couple of minutes to get a contact, but we did. Some twelve year old that had been beaten by his mother, and raped and killed by his father. We actually had a pretty cool conversation. It wasn't anything to hard. There were no predictions like you see in cheap Sci - Fi movies. It was just this twelve year old hanging and talking with us, you know?
He was in the middle of spelling a word when the shotglass stopped dead.
We asked what happened. No response. We asked if he was still there. He said "Yes. Dad n rom." (Dad In Room) and that was all. We never heard from him again.
Cody and I decided to get rid of the board and shot glass.
Cody burned the board and I threw the glass in a nearby field. He spent the night at my house, that night.
When we awoke, Cody screamed when he found the board on his chest and I found the shot glass on my bed side dresser.
I CAN'T GET RID OF IT!
I would go to my school and open my locker, and there it is.
I would go home... and there it is, on my bedside dresser.
I moved recently... from Edinburg Texas to Houston Texas. I mad sure that I specifically left the shot glass in Edinburg.
The shot glass is sitting in front of me as we speak.
Please tell me this has happened to one of you before.
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You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel.
- Homer J. Simpson
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