The Saloon Owner
The first time I ever saw a Ouija board being used, I was the only male in the room. I wasn't using it; I was standing there, watching. I didn't see anything to indicate that the little plastic thing with the window in it was moving on its own. I would have sworn that my girlfriend and her friend were moving the thing. We were in my girlfriend's house; they wanted to talk to the person who lived in the house when it was first built. They got an answer: J. McGillicuddy. I thought they were full of it, making it up as they went along, but then again, there's no way that they could have both come up with the same fictitious name. And I know they didn't plan it ahead of time because up until an hour prior, they didn't even know the board was in the house. (I had found it up in the attic when I was weathersealing a drafty window.) They got a second answer: the house was actually built at another location in 1913, then moved to its current location. I had noticed on the outside of the house that there were these big round things still attached to the house that looked like big round chain links. Those were to strap the house down when it was moved. I checked out some of the information at the county courthouse, looking at archives of census figures, etc. Indeed, there was a J. McGillicuddy who lived there and operated a saloon that had long since burned down. He died at the age of 33 - stabbed to death when he tried to intervene in an altercation between two of his patrons. To this day, I don't know if the girls were making it up. If so, it was quite a hoax, and they're both better tricksters than I ever gave them credit for being. -

Zozo
I am in my late 30s and now living in Massachusetts where I grew up. I was a middle child of five in a very close family. When we were really young, my two younger sisters and I were always fascinated with the unknown. We would look in the obituaries in the newspaper to see who had recently passed away and we would have séances in our garage with some other local neighborhood kids. Usually nothing would happen, but a couple of times some weird things happened that we just could not explain.

When my sisters and I were in high school, we learned about Ouija boards. We bought one and began to play with it. Two of us would get on it and the other would write everything down. At first it was fun. We talked to several different spirits that told us where they were from and about their families, etc. This went on for weeks, then gradually things started getting a little scary. Eventually, every time we got on the board, the same spirit would come on, who was not very nice. He told us he was the devil and he was going to get us somehow. He called him self "Zozo." When a friend of ours confronted our priest about this name, he got very angry and told us we should not be playing with Ouija boards; they were not toys and we could get into trouble. He gave his Sunday sermon on the subject.

ZOZO, The Reptoid

The following is a brief synopsis of my encounter with ZOZO, a Reptoid. The story is true with no embellishments of any kind; take from it what you will.

ZOZO came to me in March of 1994 via the Ouija board. I thought I could handle it as my knowledge of the metaphysical is extensive. I WAS WRONG. He talked to me on the board many times, telling me that he was a GUARDIAN for spirits in LIMBO who were not allowed to ascend to the higher realms yet. He had a habit of cutting others off the board and seemed to want to dominate it. I asked him if he was "evil" and he bristled at this stating, "I AM NOT EVIL."

He told me that HYDROPONICS was the job of the future. He was extremely intelligent (although somewhat manic and subject to wide range mood swings). Anyway, he had a great sense of humor, if somewhat sardonic, and closed every session with, "Love you, Myhoran."

Now, for those of you reading this, let me take an aside to warn you: Don't use the board. Ever. If you do, you will open up a world from which you cannot escape and have experiences that you cannot begin to process yourself. After six months of communicating with him, a friend of mine, who is extremely gifted psychically, told me that I would, indeed, "see ZOZO" in the near future. I thought she was off her mark this time and put it aside.

Exactly two weeks later, on Labor Day 1994 at 3:17 a.m., I was sound asleep only to be awakened by something pushing my hand against my wrist, which really hurts if you do it hard enough. I looked up and there, only mere inches from my face, stood the most breathtaking being you could ever imagine. His legs were overly muscular and dark greenish with scales. His waist was thin and his torso put the most proficient bodybuilder to shame. There was a mist covering his face so I was not able to look into his eyes. The whole room took on a pinkish hue as this event was happening.

During this sighting (which only lasted six seconds, but changed my life), I could hear the name ZOZO repeatedly emanating from him telepathically. I actually knew what I was looking at, but primal fear exploded from me with my standing straight up in my bed and screaming. After he vanished, I laughed hysterically and tried to get a grip on myself. The next day in talking with him on the board, he proudly remarked, "Did you see my legs? Aren't they beautiful? I'm a good dancer."

Okay, it is now April 2005 and I know a lot more than then. ZOZO was definitely a Reptoid, or in Christian dogma a demon whose name equals Abaddon: the Destroyer.

Zozo, Hest and Others

I read some of the stories about people playing with Ouija boards posted at the site and one of them caught my eye. It was the one about the entity named "Zozo." I too spoke with an entity on a Ouija board with the same name. I also spoke with one named "Hest." This is not a joke. The events lasted for about two months or so. We actually spoke with an entity who referred to himself as "Satan," but since we do not believe in Satan, I can only assume that it was using an identity that I could relate to the way that it wanted me to. This was not too good. This particular entity was the most powerful we ever spoke with, and when i say "spoke" I mean we really had conversations and interviews. The planchette (the little plastic thing) was very forcefully thrown all over the board very aggressively. I am getting goose bumps even writing about it. I can not go on about it right now and about how we made the fires light and then go out.

Weirdness at the Psychic Store

My friend from work, Laura, asked me if I would come with her to a psychic supply store after our shift. I said sure, and we went in her car.

When we got to the store, she went into a part of the store where they gave individual psychic services, such as tarot readings, palm readings, etc. I stayed in the general part of the store, browsing. I found a clear quartz that I thought I'd buy. I took out my checkbook to pay for the item, and of course I had to show my driver's license for identification to negotiate the check. I put the driver's license back into my wallet, as I always do.

Laura's session with the psychic took a long time, so I browsed through the store several times. I saw a circular Ouija board, a peculiar shape to me. I touched it. Nothing happened. I felt a need to get away from it, and I also remembered to say "goodbye." (I never used a Ouija board before, but I've read that saying "goodbye" is important.) I also vocally said "Goodbye." Above the Ouija board was a mobile, and I noticed it swaying as I said "goodbye" vocally. No big deal, it could have been the air conditioner, right? But I didn't feel any temperature change. Okay, whatever. I went back to the front of the store and made small talk with the clerk. I saw something else I wanted to buy, and I was prepared to write another check. However, strangely, my driver's license wasn't where I last put it. I searched my purse, then asked the store clerk to check if she still had it, but the driver's license was definitely missing. I decided not to make the second purchase. Laura's psychic session finally concluded and we left the store shortly thereafter.

As we drove back to our place of employment, because I left my car at work, we chatted. The radio was not on and the windows were rolled up, and we were on the freeway. On the way to the psychic store, we had no difficulty speaking to each other, but on this way back, we had to basically holler to make ourselves heard. There seemed to be a loud rushing inside the car, as if we had the windows rolled down. But the windows were rolled up. Maybe it was a malfunction of the air conditioner, I thought. Finally, Laura said, do you notice how noisy it is in the car? I don't know what's going on? I said, "Yeah, like it's windy?" She said, "No, I keep on hearing a flute or whistle." I was about to say I didn't hear a flute, but just then I heard in my RIGHT EAR VERY DISTINCTLY ONE FLUTE-LIKE NOTE. I whipped my head around to check that there was NO ONE in the back. I just felt freaked! I said, "Yeah, just now!" And then the rushing wind sound stopped and so did the flute noise. Laura confirmed that she did not have the windows even cracked open, and there was no radio on. She said she never had this happened before. I don’t know what it was, but it did shake us up.

We got to our place of employment, said our good-byes and I got into my car. I drove home. I opened my trunk and took out my day planner. (Remember, I had been taken to the psychic store in my friend's car, I used my driver's license at the store, and I had my day planner in the trunk of the car which was parked at work.) I opened the cover of my day planner, and there was my driver's license! How did that get in there?

When Laura asked me later on if I would go to the psychic store again. I politely and emphatically said, "No thanks."

Ouija Warning

This incident with a Ouija board happened to my mother back in the 1960s. My mother, who I will call M., and her twin sister, V., attended the same college and lived in the same dormitory. Their dorm was on the second floor of a three-story building, and the third floor had always been locked up and unused.

One day during a blizzard, when classes had been cancelled, my mother and some of her friends were bored and decided to fool around with a Ouija board. First they asked it some basic questions, like who's going to get married first, etc., and "spirits" came through to tell them, among other things, that the third floor of their dorm was unused because it was the scene of a suicide years back. It also said that the floor was haunted, and right after it told them this news, they heard thumps and bumps coming from upstairs.

After they calmed down from that incident, a spirit named Sprite came through to talk to my mother. It told her it was she and V.'s spirit guide (according to Sprite, twins share a apirit guide) and then gave her a warning about a future event.

Sprite told my mother that her twin would be viciously attacked at a celebration in another town, and that it would be my mother's fault. Of course she was very confused as to how something like that would happen to be her fault, but Sprite was very insistent that Mom never leave her twin's side at any celebration they attended together. Sprite even gave her an approximate date that this incident was to take place, which at the time was eight or nine years into the future.

Fast forward to 1976. Mom and V. were attending bicentennial celebrations in a nearby town. The town was packed with thousands and thousands of people (it was kind of a small town anyway). Mom and some friends wanted to go to a certain bar while V. wanted to go elsewhere. They decided to split up and then meet at a certain time in front of a certain bar. Apparently, though my mother forgot all about the appointed time and left V. stranded (much to her chagrin). A guy saw my aunt standing there alone and offered her a ride home. V. agreed and went with him. On the way, he physically attacked her and tried to rape her. She managed to throw open the car door as he was driving away to a secluded spot, and she fell out of the car like a sack of potatoes.

As all this was going on, my mother suddenly realized she had missed her twin, but figured V. had found her way back to their motel. When she arrived at their motel and her sister wasn't there, she of course grew concerned. Finally, the hospital called and said V. had been admitted.

V. had a few broken bones and some bumps and bruises, but would fully recover. My mother, however, suddenly remembered Sprite's warning years before and got chills. Sprite was right – V. had been attacked at a celebration, and since my mother hadn't remembered to pick her up on time, it was basically her fault.

Guilt ridden and freaked out, my mother vowed never to touch a Ouija again and warned me to never touch one either.

Ouija Story

She told us that a demon had possessed the guest bathroom upstairs, and the kitchens were plagued by destructive spirits. We thought it was a bunch of bull, so we got a couple of our friends and started a circle. The maid taught us how to read the board, (read the symbols on it) for they looked very different from the American version. Within a month, we all knew how to read the board, and we could contact. It didn't work at room temperature, and no one pushed the handle; at times it pushed with no one touching it. After we contacted the first couple of demons that did possess the house, we decided another setup around the board.

We all sat around the board in chairs, six feet away. There were six of us, and six candles around the board. We tried to recreate a diversion. (You know...666.) Anyways, we would tell the maid the questions to ask, because we didn't know how to speak the language. After she'd ask a question, the candles, like always, would flicker, and the handle would move spontaneously. And since we all knew how to read the symbols, we knew who we contacted. At first we only came across demons and disturbed spirits. Then after we arranged the setup, we actually came to the Devil. At first we asked stupid stuff like, "Who are we talking to?" The board would reply "Satan." We all giggled, you know those stupid ghosts who think they are Satan. And that was what we had all thought.

For a while we would meet everyday after school, and on weekends, her parents thought it was fine because they didn't believe in ghosts. It had become like a hobby. And things got really hot when we had contacted the ghost who was named Satan. We would speak to him all the time. Every day. He would tell us things that I learned are in revelations. He told us of beasts and demons and all kinds of things that the preacher doesn't want you to know of. One day when he had restated his name was Satan, one of the girls got smart and asked him to prove it - beyond what he could tell us on the board. After the maid translated that, all the candles went out and a fire ball came out of the board and bounced rapidly around the room. We all started screaming, though frozen to our chairs because we were so scared we couldn't move. Then after a while the ball seemed to grow smaller and it disappeared.

We looked back at the board and he asked if that was enough proof. My friend must have gone insane between those couple of minutes because she said no, she wanted more proof. The board said she would get her proof and he left. The next day she had fallen ill. She was sick for so long, but we still had the meetings. Every time we got to the board it was always him (the Devil). We couldn't reach anyone else. He told us one of the demons in the house had possessed my friend and wouldn't leave her until everyone would believe.

That was when things got creepy. Everyone said they believed, but someone must have been lying. He told us bad things would happen to the ones who didn't believe. And what do you know, a couple days later one girl's house burned down. She quit the circle. So then it left the three of us, since my friend was still sick. Another member had fallen ill. The maid told the remainder of the group that we should lay off, so we postponed the next meeting. My friend was getting worse. She could not talk or breathe on her own, and she was on a breathing machine (I forgot what it was called). Her skin had taken on a light blue, pale color. And her eyes were often rolled back. Finally, when the other members' parents had spoken to my friends' parents about the weird illness and the board, the maid got the remainder of the group, now three, together so we could lock the board up.

When we came to the room, the board had been placed and the handle moving freely. It said he was waiting for our next meeting. We didn't reply. Instead, we locked up the board, put it in a trunk, locked and chained the trunk, put the trunk in a box, bolted and hammer the box stuffed the box in the closet of an empty room, bolted the door to the closet, and blocked it with furniture. Then we bolted the door to the room and didn't return to it until we got bad news from a priest. He had preformed an exorcism on the member who had fallen ill and my friend. He said the demons were gone, but we needed to get rid of the board. We told him we locked up the board. He told us he'd come by later that week to burn it. He asked us all to meet him at the house.

So later that week we did, and we all had axes. We went into the house, to room, and the door was still bolted, we tore it down... to find it in the middle of the room, the board sprawled out and open with the handle moving freely. The priest said some prayers and took the board to his church. We all attended the burning ceremony. And we got rid of the board - for a while. After the family fired the maid, we all returned to my friend's house. We went back to the room everything happened in, and there on the floor we found all six candles lit in circle. The parents of my friend had had enough with the Devil crap, so they hurriedly found another house and moved away. And that was the last time I talked to my dear friend and the members of the circle. From this, I learned that Voodoo is for real, and so is the Devil, and I won't mess with this again.

Ouija Prediction

When I was much younger, I would say about eight years old, I was attending a family holiday get-together at my grandmother's house. My two brothers along with my five cousins and I would always play together as children. One of my older cousins had brought her Ouija board. She thought my grandmother's house would be the best place to use the board due to the house's reputation. Many family members who have lived in the house along with myself have experienced numerous, mostly minor unexplained events. Most of the family just jokes about the experiences, as they are rarely terrifying.

We all went upstairs and set up. As I recall, my two brothers and oldest cousin Doug, who was 12 years old at the time, quickly lost interest and went back downstairs. The cousin who owned the Ouija board and Doug's younger brother had the honor of being the two people who would place their hands on the pointer. We started asking questions, most of them pointless and stupid. But one question I clearly remember was, "Out of all of us cousins, which of us will be the first to die?" The board responded by spelling out Doug's name. So we yelled down the stairs, "Doug! The Ouija board says you're gonna die!" I don't quite remember his response, but I know he didn't take it seriously. The next question we asked was, "When will Doug die?" The board spelled out the number 22. So again we yelled down the stairs this time telling him he had 22 years to live.

Soon after we put the board away and found other things to do. Years passed and I had forgotten all about the event... until August of 1999. It hit me while carrying my cousin Doug's casket to his plot in the cemetery. However, it was not 22 years later like we had interpreted. He was 22 years old. Overwhelmed by the strange coincidence, I confronted both of my cousins who had been the ones operating the board. I took them aside one at a time on separate occasions. Both remembered the incident just as I did, and both accuse the other of moving the the pointer.

All my common sense points to the simple solution that one of them is lying. But I know my cousins, and I strongly believe they wouldn't lie about something like this. Not when it involves the death of a loved one so close.

Ouija Possession

As an undergraduate as SFA, I made the mistake of messing with a Ouija board. I'm a scientist and firmly believe in factual reality rather than subjective assumptions. That's why this is so frightening to me, because I simply can't deny what happened.

My friends said they found a Ouija board on the ground by the dumpster when they threw out some trash. After being designated driver after several bar hops and watching them become very foolish, we headed back to their apartment. They pulled out the Ouija board and, of course, being a scientist, I was happy to try it so I could explain how fake it is.

As all hands were on it, it immediately began spelling Latin (which my friend knew) and he understood something I still don't know. He turned flush white and refused to play anymore. I was now totally motivated since this could be some kind of tool to understand a person's subconscious. It continued to spell out details, and my other friends became frightened and took their hands off. At this point, I'm stumped at the physics of what is moving the piece to the letters and in this mystical mood failed to realize until at least five or six seconds had gone by that it was moving my hands alone. When I realized what was happening, I immediately took my hands off and felt a sensation like a chill that runs down the spine.

After driving them around to drink up their last ounce of soberness, I went back to my dorm with my dorm mate and fell fast asleep. At about 3 a.m., I came out of a dream that my hands were on the Ouija board and my fingers were moving to the letter incredibly fast spelling things to me I didn't want to know about. It was intense enough that I physically sat up and opened my eyes in our pitch black room (aluminum foil on the windows). Just as clear as day, a "sunspot" image of the Ouija board was on the wall and my fingers were on it. I couldn't control my own thoughts. I then looked at my hands and realized my fingers were actually moving. I simply couldn't stop them and shoved them under my armpits and said, "NO!"

Almost immediately, in a voice I'll never forget, I heard, "Why are you hurting me?" coming from the direction of my room mate's bed. I figured he must have woken up, so I asked, "What?" Again it repeated, "Why are you hurting me?" I realized this voice was not the least bit groggy and my room mate was passed out drunk. I couldn't think of anything to say but, "What are you talking about?" That's when all of a sudden my room mate woke up and the most awful phlegm-filled sound came out as he managed a "What's wrong?" and then immediately went back to sleep.

At this, I'm petrified and go across the hall to some other friends. Being awake at 3 a.m. playing video games (usual) they just looked at me before I even got all the way through the door and one of them said, "Steve, you look like you've seen a ghost." I didn't say a word. I just got my bible and went to the lobby and read for about an hour. I got to a particular verse that said something along the lines of being assigned integrity and something else as my guards. As soon as I read it, I felt warm all over, as if someone just covered me with one of those fleece blankets. I went back to sleep and have had no trouble since.

That was about eight years ago and I think about it all the time wondering who said that to me and how I was "hurting" it. I'm as sure as I can be that it was a voice outside of myself because it was from a distinct direction from my left and although it was a man's voice, it was not of a voice I recognized.

I hope anyone reading this realizes that this "game" is not a joke. I'll never ever even go near one again. It's the closest thing to real evil I've ever encountered.