I was asked to post this here after mentioning it in another thread.  I've had a few "paranormal" experiences, but this was the one that was most insane.

It was the summer of (I think) ~1984.  I was sharing a house with a couple of other guys I didn't know in a beach town – kids like me piled in like sardines to be able to afford the rent, and I'd found an empty bedroom at a price I could afford so I took it.  I'd played D&D with some folk who told me about these guys needing a roommate.

These 2 guys were into playing at "magick" – not the card game (which didn't exist then) but the "occult practice."  The first night I came home to find them burning candles and drawing designs with salt while muttering mumbo-jumbo, I was a bit freaked out given the fundamentalist/pentecostal upbringing I was rebelling against at the time.  They were in some ways stereotypical "posers" – a copy of LaVey's "satanic bible" laying on the table, candles, etc…  Strange kids. 

I tried to avoid them as much as possible, but one night got drawn into their ouija play.  There were 3 people there besides me, I made 4.  They had been at it for a while before convincing me to join in.  They'd been asking questions and getting answers, I was convinced one of them was moving the pointer…  I'll readily admit I was scared – this went against everything I'd been taught as a child, and since my father's church believed in demon "possession" and I'd also seen some crazy stuff happen in church services…  I was scared but decided to push through and "see what happened."

After a while, seeing several Q&A episodes, I asked "who are you?"  The pointer went to the letter "U", the word "No", the number "1", the number "2", then the word "No" again.  They pushed it, asking again and again.  The pointer kept repeating what it had done, seeming to move more and more fast and "jerkily" – they kept asking, getting louder as the pointer moved faster, until one of them yelled at it and the thing literally "jumped" out from under our fingers.

This freaked everyone out – all 4 of us jerked our hands back in the classic "defensive" motion (hands near the face – palms out) – but the pointer continued to jerk from point to point – U-No-1-2-No-U-No-1-2-No-U-No-1-2-No… ("You don't want to know") – several times before one of the guys swept the whole thing off the table onto the floor.

To say I was FREAKED OUT is an understatement – the thought still gives me chills.  I was not alone – even the "witch" kids were pretty much panicking.  This was long before any sort of modern electronics, there was no string or magnet or whatever involved – that thing moved on its own like something from a horror movie.  You may think I'm a nut, but I know what I saw – honestly *I* thought I was nuts.  I left, and only returned once to get the rest of my belongings.  I've never been so freaked out in my life.

So there it is – my "ouija story."  I've only told this to a couple of people in my life, because I didn't want to be considered some sort of nut – I can imagine how it will be taken by the most skeptical, but as I've said I know what happened.  I wish it didn't, but there it is…

DD

Just kidding :-)

Thank you for sharing… interesting story!

DD Read this   http://www.skepticalviewer.com/forums/general-paranormal-discussion/investigation-quija-lady/page-1

It's More impressive if the planchette moves by it's self

I seriously considered deleting this because I don't want to damage my credibility.  I'm a very rational, logical person – a bit of an "aspy" to tell the truth – and this one especially was just so incredible…  If it didn't happen to me I'd never believe it.

Now that I've made myself out to be a total loon, I might as well spill the rest of my "stories…"

(1) When I was a small child, we'd gone over a thousand miles to visit my grandparents for Christmas.  My great-grandmother had lived in a small shack, halfway out the 3/4 mile driveway to my Grandparents' house.  She'd died a few years before.  A cousin and I went into her house, poking around, and noticed how warm it was inside.  Later, I commented to my Dad about it, thinking nothing exceptional of it, but just telling him how we'd gone inside to warm up.  He and my grandfather went down, thinking some hobo was "squatting" on the place.  I got whipped for "telling tales" when they came back having found it just as cold as outside, and our footprints in the dust the only sign of entry for months.  My cousin's Dad didn't whip him, though he tried and tried to get my Dad to lay off me.  We both felt the same thing…

(2) At ~13 I was very enamored of a beautiful older girl.  She was fond of me too, thinking my crush was "cute" and telling everyone I was her "boyfriend."  I woke up after a dream crying, hysterical, because she'd been killed in a car wreck.  We found out later that day that she'd been killed – along with several others – travelling in a van with a college choir to a church performance.

(3) At ~16 I was heavily into Civil War reenactments.  We travelled to Gettysburg as a group.  Near Devil's Den, just below the crest of the hill, I had a very strange experience – a sudden "punch" feeling followed by burning pain in my left side – it brought me to my knees and took a minute or two to pass.  It REALLY freaked me out. 

The adults made me sit for a while even though I wanted to get up.  While sitting, I was just scraping the ground with my boot heel and scraped a couple of inches of dirt off of a slab of rock a maybe a square foot in size.  I started digging around the edge, and figured out it was only a couple of inches thick, I don't really know why but I just wanted to turn it over. 

When I did, I found several (it's been 27 years, I think 9 – I still have 3 of them) bullets in a perfect row.  Everyone – all amateur historians – agreed that it looked like a soldier kneeling or lying there had laid his cartridges out for easy access and they'd later been covered by the slab of rock, possibly blasted off of nearby boulders by artillery?

(4) At 20, I joined a band.  The "leader" still lived with his parents, and they'd allowed him to take over the living room for the band – carpet and other poor-man's "soundproofing" on the walls, etc.  Several hours into my first practice, the guitarists were working out some stuff and I'd taken a break.  Sitting on the sofa, with the hallway to my right, I saw – in my peripheral vision – Glen's mom come down the stairs and go into the basement door under the stair-case.  A few minutes later, she came around out of the kitchen which was to my left at about my "10-o'clock." 

I know I must have looked startled, looking over my shoulder and trying to figure out how she'd gotten from the basement to the opposite end of the house.  She said "You saw her, didn't you?"  Apparently – according to them – the old lady who built the house, lived in it for nearly 50 years and died there is still around.  Whenever the band was practicing, she'd occasionally be glimpsed coming down from upstairs and going down to the basement.  It had happened so many times the family didn't even think it odd any more.

(5) I met my kids' mother in a bar in August of 1990, and my daughter was born exactly 10 months and 2 days later in spite of her assurances there was "no possible way" she could get pregnant.  Yes, I know how stupid I was, but that's what happened.  I've had sole custody of them for 11 years – hence my nickname – but I digress.  About a month into "it" – on Sat. 9/22/1990 – I took her out for breakfast.  We were eating, and I suddenly just KNEW.  I told her she was pregnant, she'd be having a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.  She did a spit-take and told me I was "nuts" but I just KNEW.  I told her we'd see in 9 months, but she'd be tall, thin, and gorgeous, and become more reddish-blonde as she grew up.  Before she was born, Mom would come to my work – worried that the baby hadn't moved all day but she'd immediately start moving when I spoke to her.  She knew my voice just minutes after she was born – when they handed her to me she quit crying and tried to open her eyes and look at me.  I still have my "calendar" from that period, where I wrote this all down – I had to go look up the date…  She's almost 18 now and looks exactly as I remember seeing her all those years ago.  She's always been "Daddy's Girl."

I've had a number of other, more minor things, but most could be otherwise explained.  These are the ones worth listing…

So, if I have any credibility left, I hope to be a good contributor to this forum – thanks again for providing the place!!

DD