A Gift from Ouija

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Story type: Ghost
Location: New Brunswick, Canada
Source: Form Submission

This is a true story and * means that names have been changed to protect their privacy

It all started in the summer or 1996 when I lived in New Brunswick. My friend *Carry and my sister *Tina and i were having a sleepover in my sisters room. around 8 o'clock that night, we went into the back yard where my sister had made a cabin in the middle of the woods. I had just gotten a Ouija board for christmas and we were excited to try it out. So we got into the cabin and started playing Ouija. *Tina, *Carry and i didn't believe it at all, but we still liked to pretend. around 9:30, we decided to call it a night. Before we packed up the Ouija board, *Carry and i said goodbye, however my sister didn't. She picked up the board after we were finished with it and started waving it around saying "I BELIEVE!" and laughing her ass off. We of course laughed too right because, hey, this wasn't real! we went back into the house and settled into my sisters room. *Carry and i were sleeping on the floor and my sister in her bed. around 10 o'clock, *Tina complained about not feeling well at all, So *Carry and i talked quietly while my sister tried to sleep. About 15 minutes later *Tina started screaming and complaining that her left arm started hurting. I told her to go to the bathroom to see what had happened. She did and there were 3 scratches on her arm.

(those of you who have animals know that when an animal scratches you, the scratches are tiny and puff up around the sides of the cut the moment that they are made) that is what my sister's arm looked like, the scratches were puffed, however, the scratches weren't made from an animal, our cat had just died, so we had no animals at the time and the scratches were big. bigger than fingers. that is what scared up the most. a few months later, my family moved to Ontario and we put the ouija board away. The three of us haven't played it since then. The scary part is that once you are scratched, the scabs go away after a while, and sometime there is just a little mark, but with my sister, they scabs never left, and they never healed. about 2 weeks before we moved to Ontario, i had a party and my sister said goodbye on the ouija, and that very next day, the scabs had just disappeared!! i'm serious, this is a very true story and i just felt like i should share it with all of you!