Limes, don't put yourself down, I for one always look forward to your 'paranormal adventure' threads.
Mostly because, as you always let us know what your're aiming for, we wait to see if it happened. Because if you can do it, I can do it. So if you do, do it, it's a kind of trusted source. Even though we don't know who you are. Or your credentials. Or have any other good reason to trust you.
Anyho...before I turn you into a goofy geek, my experience of ouija.
Well, Me, me wiffee of the moment, and a mate were chatting one night, as it happens, in and about the house I thought was haunted, but had just suffered an earthquake, as retold on the 'it never happened to me' thread. (or some where similar) We had established that there were no spooky going ons in the house by then, but we had watched some freaky horror film, that featured a Ouija. Can't remember the film, sorry. We were chatting about trying a Ouija, and if it was in the mind or, dum, dum, dum,
something else. My ex suggested that if there was anything in it, we should be able to make our own Ouija as, obviously, someone had made the first one ever for themselves.
So we used the back of a dart board.
Well, we did all the spooky things you could think of to set the atmosphere, whilst XXX wrote the alphabet on the board, we had candles, incense, a pair of black cats (real ones!), bit of Portishead in the background.
We called the spirits. Something along the lines of 'Oh spirits, please hear us, we implore your council'. Then the cats started to spit. The glass we were using on the board started to jerk. A candle fluttered out.
Well, we should have made sure that the tea lights were all newish. And the back of the dart board was made of very chippy wood. And the cats hated each other.
But...at the time, it freaked the hell out of my mate. She was supposed to stay the night, but we had to spark her the cab fair home. (One side of Leeds to the other was a twenty five quid fair in those days, hate to think what it would be now!) Me n XXX tried to calm her down, mostly as coughing up the cab fair was an issue for all of us. But she never visited us in that house again, and is still reluctant to talk about it. It could be down to shame for being a wuss.
but... [insert your own spooky emoted]