Reddit Ouija Board Stories Novels & Stories

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

“I mean, if it wouldn’t just make things worse…” “There are ways to do it that are safe,” Chris said. “It should be fine.” “How do you know all this, anyway?” I asked. “Have you done a seance before or something?” Chris just gave me another sheepish look, and I felt my jaw drop. “Chris, when—” “I tried a few in college, okay?” he admitted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Not just seances, but ouija boards and… other things, too. My friend group back then was really into the paranormal, and you know how humans can be.”

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.

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When the call was connected, Nathan asked in a bored tone, "What do you want, stupid dog? I don't have the password or any money." However, Rex sounded anxious. "Commander, something happened! Didn't you realize? Have you seen Hilda's I* Stories? She posted a total of 54 pictures. Six collages of nine pictures! Look at the fifth and sixth pictures of the third collage she posted! It's bad!" How ridiculous. Nathan hung up on him. However, he still took a look at the fifth and sixth picture of the third collage that Hilda posted.

Willow groaned, her voice cutting through the awkward tension. “Enough of this game; it’s getting repetitive,” Willow added, her irritation audible. "Agreed," Eren concurred, his face looking pissed. “Alright, let's play something else—something scary. I'll be right back.” Mason says with a mischievous smile etched on his face. “What do you have in mind?” Caneron asked, adjusting himself on the bean bag he sat on. "A Ouija board." Everywhere went silent at the mere mention of the game, I could feel the room grow disturbingly cold.

Screenshots of Jade crying entering the hospital. Rumors connecting her to Lucy. People saying she aimed the car. Comments saying she deliberately targeted Lucy out of jealousy. The chair of the board speaks sharply. “Explain this.” My mind races for answers. “This is bullshit. Police cleared Jade. How could it be public?” My father’s tone cuts like razor wire. “It doesn’t matter how… We need solutions.” “Solutions to what? Someone spreading rumors? You know how the press are with us.” Another board member leans forward. “We’ve had calls from seven major investors in the last hour.”

“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.”

But at what cost? “Yeah... more,” another voice moaned from the side. Willa turned only to find Player Nine thrusting roughly into a doll, his semen all over the place, his eyes rolled backward with every thrust. Her heart clenched, her fists folded as anger slugged through her veins. It was all because of him. Who would have a library full of p**n as their favorite place? she wondered. And just then, her mind drifted to a post three months before her accident. Willa was casually browsing when a post suddenly came up on her feed. At first, she chose to ignore it, but when she woke up the next morning, it was trending all over the internet.

But I’m sure that Kuya has forgiven him for that. Until now, Rachel still hasn’t been found by her parents. My big brother also came to the conclusion that other people should avoid making the kind of mistake that they did, and decided to tell their story, no matter how hard it was to do. He interviewed some of the individuals involved and did some research. He also asked me to help him write it all down, resulting in what you’re reading right now. I hope that in telling my cousin’s story to you guys, you’d all think twice about “playing” with things that you don’t know, even if you have what you would call the “third eye” or “sixth sense”. And that rings especially true with Ouija boards.