Bizarre story thread

#26
#26
Me and a friend went on a double with these two girls back my freshman year of college. I am a good friend I tell you. I was flying wingman that night and boy was she fugly. But either way. They wanted to play with a ouija board. We went out to this old bridge trestle that was supposed to be haunted. We piddle-farted around for a little while, then it got strange. It started to move and everyone looked startled. Everyone claimed that it was not them moving it. It spelled out (a guys name, left out to protect the innocent) and the word bad. Then the weirdness passed. Later that night when we got home, we found out that some of our friends were in a drunk driving accident. My friend named (a guys name, left out to protect the innocent) died in the wreck. The wreck was almost exactly the same time as the incident with the ouija board as best we could determine.

Last time I ever touched a ouija board. And that is a totally true story. I have had too many friends die on me, I don't make up crap about it.
 
#27
#27
I seriously don't eff with Ouija boards.. Heard too many horror stories. Not afraid of much but you won't ever find me on one of those things.
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#28
#28
My family used to have a really old hotel. The people who worked there always talked about ghosts haunting it. When I was about 10, I asked who they thought the ghost was. They said it was a woman named Martha; my great-grandmother......
 
#30
#30
played with the board a lot when I was young and silly stupid.......asked hitler to come and talk with us..........random odd night
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#32
#32
played with the board a lot when I was young and silly stupid.......asked hitler to come and talk with us..........random odd night
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Honestly, I really thought you were Jewish for some reason. Not sure why, but it's true.
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#40
#40
Bizarre story,

I stumbled upon the Endzone and met all these weird fockers.

True story brah.
 
#41
#41
My family used to have a really old hotel. The people who worked there always talked about ghosts haunting it. When I was about 10, I asked who they thought the ghost was. They said it was a woman named Martha; my great-grandmother......

How old
 

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