When I was a kid we used a Ouija board once in awhile for fun. I never thought much of it at the time. My mother would often scold my brother and I when she caught us using it. The only reason we were allowed to keep the board was because of my dad. He told mom that children shouldn't be afraid of ghosts and such because they didn't exist and Ouija boards are just silly games.
One afternoon I got home from school and found my mother sitting calmly on the couch. I said "Hey mom," and went into the kitchen to grab a snack. On the kitchen table was my Ouija board with the planchette resting on "Goodbye." I know for a fact that it had been in my closet underneath a pile of board games when I'd left for school in the morning. I knew this because my mother had made me clean my room the night before. I figured that my younger brother had pulled it out and left it there during the day. He always got out of school before me.
I then went back into the living room to watch television. I noticed that my mother wasn't moving. She was just kind of staring out the window. I asked her if she was ok. She didn't reply which was a little strange but I was hungry and wanted to watch cartoons.
I sat down next to her on the couch, flipped on the TV and began to chomp down on my apple. While doing so I noticed what looked like small white feathers on the couch. We lived on a small farm at the time and owned serveral chickens. That's when I noticed what looked like blood on my mother's hands. I asked her what was going on.
When she didn't answer I shook her gently at which point she suddenly noticed I was there and said "Hi honey, you're home!" She must have seen my weird expression as I stared down at her hands. Startled, she looked down and noticed the thin streaks of blood. I asked her where it had come from to which she replied that she had no idea. The last thing she remembered doing was sitting down at the kitchen table for lunch. She said that she must have fallen asleep on the couch afterwards.
Later that afternoon when my father got home he asked what had happened to the chickens. They were all dead, their necks having been snapped. They were left lying in a triangular pattern within their coop.
To this day I don't know what happened to those chickens and my brother swears that he never took the Ouija board out of the closet. He was over at a friends house all afternoon. My mother claims that she never heard anything nor did she leave the house the entire day. The scary thing is that she has no recollection of what happened during the two hours between the time when she sat down at the kitchen table for lunch to when I arrived home from school.
My mother made us destroy the Ouija board the next day. My father didn't object this time. This was over twenty years ago and the thought of that board still scares me.