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Why I Don't Play With Ouija Boards

First, I believe, maybe erroneously, but sometimes you can't help the way you believe, that it is not a game. I know that's weird for someone as open minded as me. I do not condemn those who want to play, but I will not. I will not allow one in my house.

I know, I know, it has been a parlour game since the eighteen hundreds, but I still can not do it.

I played one time in my early teens. From that time, my mind has been set.

My cousin had a Ouija Board. Bev, in college, was engaged to be married. At some point, we decided to ask the Ouija Board a few questions.

We set up the board and placed our fingers on the pointer. The first question, of course, was who would Bev marry. The pointer moved. Diane, Bev and I all accused the other of moving it.
Bev was engaged to a gentleman named Brad. The pointer, without hesitation, spelled out RAD. We all laughed...someone could not spell Brad.

You know me, even at that young age, I was full of questions, always wanting proof. The next question was from me...who are you?

The pointer sat for a minute, we had decided it would not move. Very quickly it started to move, everyone was accusing the other of pushing it. We spelled it aloud...L....E....G....I...O...N!!!

This was in the middle of a sunny afternoon and I got cold chills, removed my hands and from that point have refused to touch or own a Ouija Board.

This may seem strange coming from a old farm girl with average intelligence. I cannot change this belief. Call it strange, weird, sick, crazy but I call it real.

My proof? Years later Beverly married Richard Alan Day! The board could spell after all!!!!