The story I'm about to tell isn't scary, but odd and rather exciting for me.
While using the Ouija board, my friend, Amber, her uncle, Ryan, and I were home alone, downstairs. Before playing, we read official rules for us to stay safe. We lit candles and began.
Conversation:
Me: Hello, I am our speaker. I will be the one who will communicate for us. Is anyone there?
The candles began flickering like crazy.
Board: Yes.
The pancetta was moving slowly.
Me: Do you live here?
Board: No.
Me: Do you know the people that live here?
Board: Yes.
Amber: Hey, ask if it's my Aunt Beth (Beth isn't her real aunts name, I just forgot it.)
Aunt Beth died in a car crash when she was 55. At this time, though, everyone had forgotten what age she really was when she died.
Me: Are you Amber's Aunt Beth?
Board: Yes.
Amber and Ryan then became excited and started asking questions, forgetting I was the speaker (I'm not sure if the caused anything. If so, please comment and tell me.).
They asked how old she was when she died.
Board: 55.
Me: Is that true guys?
Amber and Ryan: I don't remember...
We began feeling somewhat uncomfortable so we were going to take a break to get a drink and a snack.
Me: We are going upstairs for a couple minutes. Will you be there when we come back?
Board: Yes.
We then went to "Goodbye" and ran upstairs. We were discussing everything and questions of if anyone was moving it or if they believed it. We all claimed (and saw each other) that we took our fingers off the planchette to prove we were not moving it.
We finished our drinks and left to go back downstairs. The candles were still flickering when we were settled. Then we began again.
Me: Is anyone there?
Board: Yes.
Me: Is this still Aunt Beth?
Board: Yes.
Me: Did you follow us upstairs?
Board: Yes.
Me: Where are you sitting right now?
No movement.
Me: Are you beside Ryan?
Board: No.
Me: Are you beside Amber and me?
Board: Yes.
Ryan began getting excited and suggested we take a picture with it.
Me: Beth, may we take a picture with you?
Board: Yes.
Ryan snapped a picture.
We asked if she was happy where she was and she replied yes. Most of the rest of the conversation has been lost within my mind. I wanted to see the picture.
We finally said Goodbye and then downloaded the pictures.
In the picture, there is Me, Amber, and a white orb. Right in the middle. I freaked when I saw, and I was super excited. I believed there truly was a ghost talking to us that day.
When Amber's grandma came home, we asked if she remembered how old Aunt Beth was when she died. "Yes, I remember... 55 I believe."
Years later, I read a story about a boy who made friends with a ghost that said that other ghosts lie about being someone. Then I thought about Aunt Beth. Was she a fake? Was a ghost impersonating her?
This still burns in my brain.
What do you guys believe?
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