Back in the early 90's I was a big partier. We would hang out a friends house all night drinking and watching movies. Well a ouija board ended up there so we would play around with it. Some scary things happened, but we would always accuse the other of moving the planchette.
Then one night I was watching TV, while 2 other friends were using it in another room. One of them came in and asked me who Sambo was. I asked what they meant and they said the board told them to tell me Sambo said she was okay.
This particular group of friends had no way of knowing that I had lost a 10-year old cousin named Samantha, and that I called her Sambo. I met them well after her death.
It freaked me out bad enough that I decided I wanted no part of that board, and went in threw in a bonfire we had in the back yard.
The next morning, the fire had burned down to just smoking wood chips, and the board was still on top of it, smoky, but intact.
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Anytime you "play" with the paranormal there is a chance of something going wrong.
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