Scariest Ouija Board Stories Novels & Stories

If I died in the elevator, both the company and property management would have paid out large sums. I wasn't just making accusations. I threw down stacks of physical evidence. The message I saw on my phone that day was a post written by one of the women who had suffered the same fate. The post unexpectedly went viral. That was how we found one another and decided to turn the trap back on them, pretending to fall into it again.

They would check for 'readings' and ask of their were any 'presenses' around. He even had people trying to have seances or to try to contact the victims with a ouija board. He had a yoing girl try to tell him that his mother said hello to him. That she had made contact with them and told them that she was happy on the other side. Owen did not believe that for a second but he just thanked them for giving him the message and called it a day.

"It's really there! I'm getting goosebumps!" "It's just a coincidence." Even though I was shocked, I tried to keep calm and said, "There are absolutely no ghosts in the world." However, Leah looked drained. She collapsed onto her bed and mumbled to herself, "The Ouija board was telling the truth. It left its eyeball in the hallway…" The eerie atmosphere in our room creeped Kayla out. After reminding us to lock our door, she quickly made herself scarce. Queenie and Madison squeezed themselves under one blanket in the same bed. Queenie was scared to the point of tears.

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

“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.”

Either he’ll find out the reason for her weirdness or he’ll die; at least, he’ll know if he has been feeding his feelings to a human or a nightmare. “You know I won’t eat you even if I have been hungry for a decade.” Arianna stated, gently pushing him in a chair inside her bedroom. She sat opposite him, separated by a coffee table in between. In front of them, laying on the table was a Ouija board. Matt moved uncomfortably in his place. It’s what he has been dreading throughout the evening. She’ll try to communicate with wandering spirits again. They did it thrice before and thanks to his stars, those spirits weren’t malicious but angels. Last year was a break; then again, she’s back to her

It was all so overwhelming for him, and he feared the answers he would get were that the items were no longer of any value. “Yeah, I guess. I still believe these things are all weird and I think Greta can tell us a lot more about what your grandmother did up here in private.” They’d found an old Ouija board that looked handcrafted a long time ago. Jody’s concern was moving the board to the inn. She didn’t want to aggravate the curse at the Blue Moon. So, he’d promised to set it all aside and let Greta and Eric mess about with it.

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo