The Ouija Board from Brazil

 A friend of mine told me a story about a Ouija board that his friend brought back from his " mormon mission" in Brazil. He told me it happened in Cedar City, Utah as well. I don't know if i believe him exactly... but I'm sure as hell never touching one.


"My friend Paul was home from his mission for a few weeks, and thats when he invited me over to our mutual friends house Adam. When we met up at Adams house, Paul pulled out an old wooden looking board.

'This is a Ouija board that i got from a man in the jungles of Brazil while on my mission. He said he could talk to spirits that surrounded his home. He carved the board out of one of the trees from the jungle. The writing on the board was painted on from the blood of an animal he sacrificed. I never used it yet but i always wanted to. You guys in?'

"Of course we agreed to the plan. Nobody wanted to take the chance of some demon living in our house so we decided to give it a try at the high school since i was a janitor there. In the middle of the night we sneaked into the school, turned on all the lights in the auditorium and placed the board down on the stage.
"It  started off as a joke at first. Making fun of the surrounding spirits that were supposed to be there. Then my friend asked what his sisters birthday was, knowing that we wouldn't have any idea. He froze and went quite. The atmosphere changed at that exact moment, and things were becoming real. We asked the open air if there was something there that we can't see. 'YES' drug onto the board. Still half way not believing what was going on, we asked the Ouija board if we should be scared of it. 'YES' was pulled on the board. The red writing on the wooden board was now shimmering and looked wet, as if it was just now freshly painted. We then made the mistake of demanding the spirit to make itself known. A coldness dropped, the hairs on my neck stood up. The lights through the auditorium started flashing rapidly and then, nothing. It went pitch black. Outside of the auditorium we could hear the lockers in the empty hallway slamming shut, over and over again. Now we were panicking.

Paul now demanded, 'Lets get the hell out of here.'

"Shaking, we began to stand up. Over us the pipes and wood planks used to walk from spotlight to spotlight started banging together and started falling onto the stage. One, just missing Adams foot by inches, pierced the wooden stage floor so it remained perfectly vertical.

"We couldn't get back to Adams house fast enough, and we knew we had to get rid of it, now.  I suggested that we take this devils artifact to my house and burn it in my wood stove. And so we did so. When we returned to Adams house though, the board was back on his coffee table, unharmed.
The three of us started freaking out. There is no way this could possibly happen.  We then drove up to the top of the nearest mountain, threw it off a cliff then came back to Adams house. There it was, again, on the coffee table. Now half horrified and angry, we took it to the old mining hole that was filled with water out in the middle of the desert. We tied rocks to the damn board and watched it sink to the bottom. By the time we got home, once again, it was back. One more attempt at this we thought, and if this doesn't work, we're basically screwed.We took it to my place, where i got the axe and took it to the board. Hacked at the thing until it was only splinters. Then brought it inside and burned it in my fire place. We gathered the ashes, and took it out again to the mining lake and dumped it out there. AGAIN, it would not leave. Still in same condition as before, we found the Ouija board from Brazil unharmed.

"Paul was stuck with the board for almost three months. Then one day, some old, toothy man showed up at the doorstep, asking if he could have the old wooden Ouija board back. Gladly, Paul gave it back to him and he never saw the board or the man again."

Like i said, I will never touch one of these things in my life.