I posted this on page 2 of this thread....
A friend of mine and his wife (Steve & Sue) had a house (not a million miles away from Wise Owl
) and we used to go there on a regular basis for a few drinks, etc.
Sue always maintained that she had the gift to speak to spirits, and one of her regular communications was with Steve's father who tragically committed suicide when my friend/his son was young. Some of the stuff she came up with was unusual and uncanny to say the least, and Steve always maintained he could feel the presence of his father around the place.
Anyway one evening myself and a good friend (who was to become my 'best man' a few years later) turned up on their doorstep with a few bottles like you do, and we had a few drinks.
Sue at the time didn't drink much, she later went on to be an alcoholic, and was quite happy to tell us all a few of her latest communications. To say my good friend and I were skeptical was an understatement, and we scoffed a bit, too much in fact, to her annoyance.
Steve picked up on this and suggested we got 'the board' out.
Now the board wasn't one of the Waddingtons mass produced game ouija boards, it was pieces of paper cut out with letters and a few words, yes no, on which were placed on their coffee table.
An upturned glass was placed in the centre and we were all invited to place a finger on the glass.
Sue laid down a few basic rules, one of which was never take your finger off the glass unless the spirit left or allowed it.
Hocus pocus and showmanship, we thought as the beer flowed.
She went into a bit of a wierd chant, a bit akin to the medium in the film Ghost, but this was before the film came out. And it wasn't long before she was telling us that someone was in the room with us, but not Steve's late father.
I've got goose pimples on my arms as I write this
She started to ask a few questions, nothing happened. A few questions more and the glass started to move gently across the table. minutes passed by and the glass was still moving spelling out random letters which meant nothing.
By now my friend and I were starting to take the micky saying that it was a set up and that Steve and Sue were taking the mick with us. Sue asked the 'spirit' if she and Steve could be excused, and once again the glass slowly moved towards the 'Yes' piece of paper. They took their fingers off the glass just leaving mine and my friend's, both of which were only lightly placed, both of us getting bored and wanting to do something else.
Sue then stated that someone else was with us, someone she couldn't make out and again started to ask a few questions, slowly calmly asking away, simple questions ... and then the glass moved. it moved from one letter to another, creeping across the table in a slow but definite movement.
My friend looked at me, I looked at him, we both started accusing each other of pushing the glass- I knew it wasn't me.
Sue started to sound firm, telling us both to pack it in, telling us both to be quiet, and that was it, I took my finger off the glass as it was sliding across the table, my friend took his finger off because I had done so. The glass stopped still.
"There it was you all along" I said (or words to the effect of). Sue was having a mini fit by then ranting and apologising to the unseen. The glass moved, no one was touching it, and then it flew across the table and fell to the floor!
Sue by then was shouting at us to stay where we were. to shut up, sit down. Steve had gone quiet, to quiet, out of character. **** this, myself and friend left the house into the street and legged it, not knowing not understanding what had happened or what we'd seen!
A few days later we returned and after that moment nothing more was said about that night in their house.
