My First Ouija Experience

This is my first post on this site. It details my first contact with spirits both kind and evil.

It all started last August. My brother had just gone off to college and I had an hour and half after school to myself as my mum was still at work. My friend had just got a Ouija board and me, still naïve to the horror of the thing, decided that playing the "game" would be a fun way to spend my alone time.

That Friday I invited him over; he set up the board and lit a few candles. He told me at any cost I wasn't to break the circle until the spirit said goodbye. I jokingly agreed, as I was sceptical of the board's powers.

He started off by asking if there was anyone present in the room. The shot glass, that seemed to have appeared on the board without my seeing, went to the yes. My friend continued to question the spirit, which seemed more than happy to answer. My first few experiences were all like that one, friendly spirits and what at the time I still thought was a bit of fun.

After a few weeks of using the board I started to feel connected with it. I started to question my friend's right to own it, and felt like it belonged to me. I asked my friend if we could keep the board at my house, as it would save him bringing it over everyday or at least that's the reason I gave him, He made me promise I'd never use the board alone before he agreed to pass it to me. At that time my promise meant very little, but to this day I haven't used the board alone.

On the 23rd September my friend came over for what was to be the last time. He set up the board, lit some candles and placed the shot glass he had concealed in his coat pocket, onto the board, but something was different. I can't quite explain it but things seemed more real and darker than what I had experienced before. The first and last spirit we met that night was called Paul. We asked his age, he answered 41. We asked where he was. He replied hell. We asked why and that was when he turned. The glass started moving more rapidly, and aggressively. We asked if we could leave and he replied no. We asked again and got no reply. The lights went out in my room, the door slammed shut and then silence. The room turned cold and nothing but a faint tap of my bedroom window could be heard. I glanced over at the closed curtains and then at my friend. He was white in the face. Our eyes met and I gestured to him to ask the spirit to stop. He did so, in a somewhat trembling voice, and the spirit answered yes.

I don't remember much after that, my friend tells me I passed out and broke the circle, but I'm not so sure. When I woke I felt empty and alone.

It's been a year and a bit now and I will never forget that night. I will never forget the memories left with me, that I did not experience myself.