Back in the 1990s, we ran a charming little shop that sold crystals, incense, clothes, and other bohemian treasures—a cozy esoteric haven. The building had two small rooms at the back and a tiny kitchen. We rented one room to a palmist and Tarot reader named Mary, and the other to a body piercer. Connecting the shop and these back rooms were three small steps, illuminated by a single light above. Mum had adorned the space with a beautiful, Glass hand-painted French lampshade, adding a warm, magical touch. In the evenings, Mary often held Tarot classes. Mum and I would stay behind, making teas and locking up afterward.
On one particular evening, Mum and I were sitting on the steps, chatting with Mary.
During our conversation, the topic of the Ouija board came up. Mary suggested that we, along with the Tarot class, attend a Ouija session together. With Halloween just around the corner, it felt like the perfect time. We all agreed to organize the event in the coming weeks.
The first unusual event in the days to come was both unsettling and perplexing. Mum and I were debating whether to hold a Ouija session. Dad, the kindest and most loving man, always had a deep aversion to anything related to the Ouija board—it genuinely creeped him out. As we sat together on the steps, deliberating whether or not to proceed, something unexpected happened. The beautiful French lampshade hanging above us suddenly exploded, showering tiny shards of glass all around. Stunned and speechless, we looked at each other in disbelief. We weren’t sure if most people would interpret this as a good or bad omen, but to us, it felt like a sign. And that sign told us we needed to go through with it.
It was a dark, crisp autumn evening when five ladies from the Tarot class, along with Mary, Mum, and myself, gathered together. We each pulled up one of the mismatched chairs around the table, creating a cozy yet mysterious circle. Mary carefully brought out the Ouija board, lit a few candles, and dimmed the lights. Before we began, a solemn prayer was offered, inviting only the brightest and most benevolent spirits to join us.
The first thing we all did was lighty place our fingers on the planchette, it moved slowly to begin with. the letters didn't make sense to begin with, it darted about the board, everyone was checking to see if anyone was controlling the planchette, they really wasn't, then the teardrop wooden control swiped across to the letter P, it then began to spell poison, I cannot tell you every single letter but it turned out to be a small child who ate poison & who had passed, we were all looking at each other shocked!
The old Dane:
After the tragic child’s sad message, we took a break for a cup of tea & a chat about the spirit message. Once refreshed, we resumed the session, and what followed was unforgettable. It began with abstract letters forming on the board, but soon it was revealed that the spirit communicating with us was Danish. He mentioned he had lived to an great old age and seemed focused on one particular lady from our Tarot group, Tina.
The spirit said something peculiar—it spelled out - Tina liked "dead flowers." We all exchanged puzzled glances, thinking it was a bizarre claim, but to our surprise, Tina admitted she had dried flowers all over her house. We were stunned. The Danish spirit then made an even stranger statement: he said Tina was a "bad girl" because she didn’t want children. Tina confessed that she wasn’t very maternal, and that’s when the spirit revealed something chilling—he claimed he was meant to be her baby. At that moment, the colour drained from Tina’s face.
The session ended abruptly after that revelation and Mary closed the circle, and we all went our separate ways, surprisingly, we never saw Tina again.
We didn't hold anymore Ouija sessions after that night.
Hand on heart, every word of this story is true. I have witnesses to confirm it.
If you decide to participate in a Ouija session, it is advisable to begin and conclude with a protection prayer.
I personally have made the choice to let the dead rest in peace.
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