- Oct 19, 2019
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Hello, and thank you for your story....and had no doubt at all that the girl opposite me was directing its movements, whether deliberately or not, as her lower knuckle was bent in with pressure and her arm was moving from the shoulder. The tale told when she had her finger on the dial was both dramatic and comical. It was a child naturally, an 8 year oldRobert Quinn hanged in the cell by a policeman, after being in jail himself for the murder of his 23 year old brother, on account of the latter committing rape (possibly of their mother) Some of the women were sighing with the great sadness and tragedy of this awful tale. I was biting my lip. The noose/nose account began this tale, but she (our alleged planchette pusher) also had a confused sense of history, giving the date of our events as 1..6...2... Confused by how the ghost could possibly have been incarcerated hundreds of years before the place existed a solution presented itself to the others to stop it needing to complete the date..1862! they called out. Phew. When the participants were swapped around the planchette interestingly still moved but spelled out nothing but gibberish, letters which bore no connection to each other.
(The noose/nose account referred to went like this... Asked "how were you murdered?" the planchette spelled out "N..O...S.." and the girl referenced above declared "noose!". I pointed out it was the begining of nose, not noose...).
This is exactly what I mean when talking about ouija. I was once at an investigation and a guy (who claimed to be a Satanist) and just myself were using a board. He was most definitely pushing the glass despite his numerous protestations and the ‘spirit’ just reiterated a well-known legend in of the man supposed to be haunting the location. Funnily enough, the ‘spirit’ told the exact story as seen on the internet but not the real story (the man drowned and was not hanged from the tree in the garden).
When I asked for someone else to take Mr Satanist’s place, a timid woman did the honours and of course, the glass was completely still. Not a peep from the ‘spirit’. It was declared that the spirit didn’t want to communicate with her so Mr Satanist-glass-pusher enthusiastically jumped back into the hot seat and once again the glass mysteriously began to move around again.
I was not fooled....