Ouija Stories Novels & Stories

As their tongues began to move, Henry prompted, “The stories. Begin.” Nancy’s voice was muffled against Ruby’s flesh, but audible. “I… I once shit myself… during a final exam in college,” she confessed, the words agony. “I was so nervous… I tried to hold it… I ruined my favorite jeans… had to walk out with everyone knowing…” As she spoke, her tongue worked furiously on Ruby’s clit, as if trying to lick away the memory.

Aside from complicated arrays, it also contained words I could not understand. One page in particular made my heart go cold. On it was a diagram of how to position the shoes, and written by its side were these words. [The summoning is complete on the seventh day.] I put the things back in their original position and fled to the living room. Yvonne was using OCD as an excuse to cover up the mysterious ritual she was performing! Tomorrow was the seventh day. With trembling fingers, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Henry. [Henry, I’m sorry. Yvonne is really performing the ritual, and tomorrow is the seventh day! Where are you now? I need help!]

Olive nodded and adjusted her backpack over her back. “The forest is haunted, isn't it?” Jericho asked as they began to venture in. “Things worse than ghosts might be found here. The Japanese people have a bit of myths and folklores concerning this place. Some of which might be very true,” Crusoe explained again. Shem pulled out his phone. “I gotta take a picture,” he said and brought up his camera. He raised his phone but it sparked and turned off. He tried to turn it on to no avail.

" No, I caught her in the woods, that's another story, there was a group of Rogues who went by where my friend lives and we overheard them talking about going to meet a woman who told one of them to come to see her and bring friends so she and her friends can show them a good time, one of them was skeptical but went along with them still anyways, after a bit, they came running back and were being chased by the Jablesse and some jackolanterns " " Push pause please, Jackolanterns? As in pumpkins? " " no, uhm look there are Jablesse as you have seen " " right " " there's also Jackolanterns which are balls of fire, Rounce which you also have seen, the demon pig, Soucouyant which drinks blood, th

"I'm bored. So we're entertaining ourselves with stories and inappropriate life lessons." "Very inappropriate," Samuel agreed cheerfully. Ollie looked at his grandparents with the kind of adoration that only a favorite grandchild could manage. "Tell them about the car hijacking! That's my favorite story!" "Oh god," Silvia said, laughing so hard she had to hold her ribs. "Samuel, should we tell them about the car hijacking?" "Absolutely not," Samuel said. "That story makes us look terrible." "Please!" Ollie begged. "It's so funny!"

Some even attempted with fear to touch him to see whether he really had a mortal flesh. "Brother, what happened to you?" asked Otieno, his voice trilling from surprise. Okayo kept quiet. "What happened, my son? Talk to us," demanded Ogola. Okayo had to narrate to them, without vacillation, what he thought might have happened to him, or else they would take him for a ghost and banish him from that village. He began by reminding them of what the atmosphere looked like at the river the previous day to appeal to their tradition of logic. Meanwhile, Gumba came out of his hut and peered through the crowd sleepily. He had retreated to his hut to repose after the unsuccessful search for his brother.

I questioned, sitting down on his bed, watching his reaction change from anxiety to uncomfortability, but he kept on going with his answers. "S-surprisingly most of them are, yes! A-a lot of the cases in-involved were only solvable by a master of the p-paranormal field, since some of them in-involved things like gh-ghosts, p-possessions, and r-resurrections of the dead!" "Oooo, interesting. Do you have any pictures of the cases on that camera?" I asked, gesturing to his camera pouch. "O-oh uh, y-yes I do but-" Jinju didn't finish his sentence, but his body language told the story as he moved his pouch and body away from me, keying me in on the problem.

“Please tell me I am dreaming.” “N…” Dorthy’s hand came up in Journee’s face before anything else could be said. “Did you see all that too?” She paced the room. “No wait…I must be going crazy. Or maybe I already am! This is all your fault, Jo. YOUR FAULT! If you didn’t tell me all those weird stories, I wouldn’t have had these…” “DOE!” Journee yelled to get Dorthy’s attention. “WHAT!?” “This is all real. You aren’t imagining things. It is the truth!” Journee shook Dorthy by the shoulders. “Don’t you get it? Parallel world. Spirits, Ghosts, Demons, you name it exist!”

Joila bickered. "Don't mind her," I told my friends. "Let's go to the museum tomorrow, someone told me that they might show the golden fang, do you know about that?" My attention was fixed on Denarie. Others did not care about what she said. "That story is not true, what I know is that, the wolves used to spread it to scare the witches and vampires," said, Joila. "I'll come with you," I answered, absentmindedly. Maybe this is my chance to learn about that thing again. Madame Gardenia told that is not true but why the organizers show it in the museum if it is only a story?

“Oh, relax, it’s probably just the old pipes groaning or maybe some rats running around up there, fat ones with tails dragging behind them.” She faked a shiver, but her grin was sharp and full of trouble as she reached over and snatched the bottle from my hands, taking a long pull that made her throat work visibly. “But for real, this house is begging for a séance. We should totally do one right now. I was up in the attic earlier looking for some of my stuff, and I found this ancient Ouija board buried under a pile of dusty boxes. It looks real old, like it could be from way back in the 1920s, with all these faded letters and symbols carved into the wood.”