4 REAL Horrifying OUIJA BOARD And PARANORMAL Stories | True Ghost Stories (Scary True Storytime)

4 REAL Horrifying OUIJA BOARD And PARANORMAL Stories | True Ghost Stories (Scary True Storytime)


This story is going to make me sound crazy,
but here goes. Before this incident I had never used a ouija
board in my life. Growing up, I had an aunt who would dabble
with ouija boards and the paranormal, and my mother always advised me to never touch
one. One day, my partner decided it would be fun
to buy a ouija board and use it with a few friends. I wouldn’t say we were complete skeptics,
but I don’t think any of us were really expecting anything wild to happen. We went on the Internet and looked up how
to safely use one, and planned out what kind of questions we should ask. So, we run to Toys R Us and pick up a Hasbro
ouija board. We didn’t really want to use it at our house,
so we gathered up a couple friends and I drove to a state park a few towns over. We start to head up the hiking trail and find
a good spot to lay the board down. We begin going through the motions of asking
if there was a spirit who would like to communicate, etc etc. The planchette moved with ease. It’s a really strange, powerful feeling when
it glides across the board. The planchette it came with was a thick hunk
of plastic, and there was quite a bit of friction when trying to intentionally move it on the
board. We were a bit stunned that the damn thing
was working. We asked the spirit if it was a good spirit. Of course, the planchette moved over to no. We then asked if it wanted to harm us. Planchette moves over to yes. My partner asked how it would go about doing
this. The board began to spell out E-N-G-I-N-E. We see a group of hikers coming up in our
general direction, and we carelessly put the board away without properly saying goodbye. We hike back down to another secluded area,
and decide to try again. This time, we come into contact with a spirit
who claims to be a six year old boy who died sometime in the 1800s. Seemed nice at first, until he told our friend
he wanted him to die so he would have someone to play with. We decide to ask the board questions only
we would know the answers to. Each person asking the question took their
hands off the planchette, to be certain. The board got every damn question correct,
and that’s when I started to feel a bit uneasy. I honestly couldn’t believe it. The board then proceeded to spell out my name,
throwaway636353. I was confused as to what that meant. Soon after, it began to rain so we told the
board that we had to go, and asked it to help us bring the planchette down to GOODBYE. It complied. We all begin walking back to my car, when
I notice this woman sitting in an SUV next to mine, watching us. Her gaze never really left, and it kind of
rubbed me the wrong way. We all get in my car and I go to start it,
and the engine doesn’t turn over. It was almost as if the battery was dead,
but my accessories still worked. I begin to shit bricks. I hadn’t had my car for very long and it never
gave me trouble. It seemed like way too big of a coincidence. I look over at that woman and put my window
down and ask her if she has jumper cables. She reaches behind her and pulls them out,
as if she had them ready. We get out of my car and hook them up, when
my partner’s friend’s phone rings from a number he doesn’t recognize. He picks it up and it was someone just asking
if we were okay. He chalked it up to the fact that a drug dealer
previously had the number, so he got a lot of unknown calls. Weird. We start chatting with this woman and thank
her for letting us use the jumper cables. Turns out, she has the same name as me. Which the board had previously spelled out;
perhaps a warning? She tells us that she works as an ultrasound
technician at a local hospital and has cancer and young children. We ask her what she was doing in the parking
lot, to which she explained she was waiting for her weed dealer. Medical marijuana is legal in my state, so
I was a bit perplexed but didn’t think anything of it. I was just grateful she was helping us. I go to try and start the car and it still
doesn’t work. It just kind of rolls for a few feet in the
parking lot before shutting off. At this point it’s getting dark and I begin
to come to terms with the fact that I’ll have to call a tow truck. Our friends ended up getting picked up, and
my partner stayed with me as we waited for the tow truck to arrive. We told the woman she could leave, since she
was still weirdly waiting with us. She offered for us to sit in her car while
we wait, because it was raining again. I asked her if she could pop the trunk so
I could sit on the ledge, but she told me the trunk didn’t open. So, stupidly, I get in her car with my partner. The weird woman made a joke about disabling
her child safety locks in the back, so I won’t think she’s “trying to keep us here”. That rubbed me the wrong way. She starts telling me that maybe I should
just leave my car there, and offered to give us a ride home. I politely decline. Then, she tells me that she has a friend whose
husband works for VW, and he could surely fix my car for a good price. She calls up her friend, and because we were
in the car, it was quiet enough that my partner and I could faintly hear the other line. She explains the car problem and asks how
much it would be to fix it. We hear on the other line the person ask if
I am a boy or girl. The woman says girl, and the man on the line
simply said, “Good.” Nope. We get out of the car and tell her the tow
truck should be there soon and thanks for her help. We gave her the ouija board and told her she
could keep it because we didn’t want it anymore. I still wonder what she did with it. She kept trying to get me to give her my phone
number, and kept saying she would come with me to “get my car fixed” from her friend. Eventually, she fucked off. We ended up getting back home late. Told the AAA guy how we were fucking around
with a ouija board and met the weird lady afterwards. He said he wouldn’t have picked us up if he
had known that. The next day, my partner opened his texts
that he sent out when we were waiting for the tow. In a conversation with his mother, the text
box had “yes satan yes” written out. The message wasn’t sent, but he sure as hell
didn’t write that. The next day I called the hospital to see
if that woman even worked there, like she had claimed. Nope. They transferred me to two different floors,
and their was no ultrasound technician working there with my name. To this day, I still don’t know how to explain
what happened that night. And I’m sure as hell never using a ouija board
again. Also, the dealer the woman claimed to be waiting
for never even showed up. So, what she was doing that night, and what
her intentions were, I’ll never know. This is a story I swore I wouldn’t speak of
again because it still haunts all of my family till this day. This happened when I was age 9, I’m now 16. Names will be changed due to privacy. My aunt will be telling me her stories as
I type. My aunt, let’s call her Sheri, wanted to live
on her own with her kids. She had always lived with my grandparents. She moved to the south side of our city into
this huge house, I always got the creeps from the house when I went to visit. She lived there for about 2 weeks when the
weird shit started happening. At first it was toys and other stuff going
missing then mysteriously showing up in different places, then it came to stuff being thrown
from upstairs to downstairs. Being that young I honestly thought it was
my older cousins messing with me….but every damn time I went to look upstairs, they weren’t
there. I started to go over to the house more and
more because my aunt always babysat me for my parents. I remember this night specifically because
it was the night my aunt truly knew something was going on in the house. Myself and a couple of my female cousins were
upstairs listening to music and dancing when one of them told me to run the house phone
downstairs, but as soon as I got down to the bottom of the stairs my aunt came running
to the stair case with a baseball bat pulling me back up the stairs. Then she took the phone from me phoning her
oldest son, Dan. Dan came over and looked around the house,
however they never did tell me what happened until I got older. My aunt said someone was staring at her through
the window. The longer she lived there the worse it got,
but she stayed because she couldn’t afford to move out. Whatever was in her house stayed on one floor
at a time, there had to be more than one. Sometimes it was on the top floor, the main,
then the basement. We would all stay in one room together because
we were too scared to sleep separately, that was until someone else moved into the house
with us, Kevin. Kevin and his baby daughter moved into the
room that’s right outside the attic door on the top floor, the worst room to sleep in. We tried to warn him. One night some seriously scary shit was going
on with high pitched screams and shit being thrown at us, Kevin ran downstairs without
thinking while his baby was sleeping in that room alone. Everything went silent, until we heard the
high pitched crying and screaming come from the room upstairs, Kevin ran up with my aunt
and my dad, the door seriously wouldn’t fucking open. Kevin moved out the next day with his daughter. Finally things calmed down, until the night
of my parents wedding. My aunt was going to babysit me and I wanted
to have a bath so she told me not to lock the door in case someone needs the bathroom
or something. The only thing I remember is starting the
water and getting in, then I woke up in a full tub and someone banging on the door. I grabbed my towel and opened the door to
see a paramedic, police officer and my aunt crying. She yelled at me for locking the door, but
that’s the thing. I didn’t lock that door. My aunt finally decided to try and leave,
but she needed to go back to grab blankets and clothes. It was nighttime and she went to go through
the back door, she had this weird feeling, like someone was watching her. As she got closer to the side gate she stopped
and looked through the cracks between the panels to see someone crawling out the basement
window and standing tall watching her, she took off and yelled at my grandmother in the
van to start the fucking car. After that we arranged for a priest to come
to our house. Father James was very skeptical at first but
he came anyways because he saw the fright in our eyes. He set candles up in each room and he told
us he felt something evil. Much to my liking I got stuck staying in the
fucking room upstairs at the end of the hall with my two cousins, Dan and Casey. Well Dan thought it would be a good idea to
say “if anyone’s in here, kick the bed Casey is sitting on”, not even a minute later the
bed was sent across the fucking room. Father James told my aunt to leave the house
immediately. The house was torn down a year later. Some seriously fucked UP shit happened in
that house that I can’t explain, I just know that it wasn’t normal. That’s my story, hopefully it helps some people
in some way This first event takes place in 2011 so I
was 17 years old when this happened. I had thought paranormal things were cool
and I had always wanted to use an Ouija board, so my friend, we’ll call her Mary, got me
an Ouija board from Spencer’s as Christmas/birthday present. We used it for shits and giggles a few times
but nothing really, really significant happened. Until that summer a few months later when
we went up to Mary’s grandpa’s house, a small house in a slightly woodsy area about 5-8
minutes from the closest town. We went up there with another one of my friends
who I’ll call Kayla. You know how you can walk into a house and
it just feels wrong? That’s how I felt sometimes and I’d been in
the house several times before when Mary and I camped in the yard. Regardless, Mary, Kayla, and I settled in
a small room Mary would sleep in when she was a child. We turned on the floor lamp, sat on her bed,
and took out the Ouija board. The placement of the three of us is slightly
significant, so I’ll paint a small picture. Imagine twin bed with three girls sitting
in the middle in a triangle shape. Kayla and I sat next to each other with Mary
in front of us. The board was between us with the letters
facing Kayla and I correctly where Mary had to read them upside-down. This is significant because of the lamp and
the door. The lamp was behind and to the right of Mary
right next to the door and outlet. Now onto what happened that evening. As the three of us placed our fingers lightly
on the glow-in-the-dark oracle we didn’t really designate one person to ask the questions. Mary asked if there was anyone with us and
the oracle moved very slowly, at first, then it strongly slid to ‘Yes.’ We took turns asking questions, most of which
I can’t remember, but Mary and I asked questions that only she and I knew, so we could make
sure Kayla wasn’t doing anything to it. We then asked it what it was, and if it was
a ghost. It said no so we asked if it was a demon. It said yes to that. Mary asked what its name was and it spelled
out O-M-A-Z. “Omaz?” We all looked at each other in confusion as
we tried to figure out exactly how to pronounce the supposed name as the oracle moves to ‘Yes’
yet again. Mary asks it why it’s there and it spells
out y-o-u. All three of us are confused at that point
so Mary asked it which one of us. The oracle spelled out y-o-u yet again. Kayla sarcastically asks if Mary is its property. The oracle moves to ‘yes’ and I remember the
odd look on Mary’s face. Kayla then jokingly says she’s going to touch
its property and the oracle slides to ‘no’ fairly quickly. Kayla started sarcastically chanting something
like “Oh we’re touching your Mary, we’re touching your Mary!” and I laugh along as we both place
our hands on Mary’s legs. As we’re laughing, the oracle flies off of
the board onto the wall behind Kayla and I. Usually, small plastic things such as an oracle
ricochet off of walls if they’re thrown, right? The oracle slid down the wall. The three of us look at the oracle and I’m
the one who eventually picks it up and places it back on the board. We don’t touch the oracle and just sit there
and talk after Kayla states that if the oracle moves on its own, she’s gone. Mary, Kayla, and I talk for a bit until the
lamp turns off. Mary screams and launches towards Kayla and
I as we both scream with her. We huddle for probably two seconds before
we run out of room and into the living room. After that we all jump into my car and run
to the store to get salt and white candles. Where we went only had two white candles,
so we had to get the rest in yellow. When we got back to the house we poured salt
in a circle around an air mattress, lit the candles in a circle, and sat there. We didn’t go to sleep until we saw light outside
the next morning. We looked in the room to retrieve the board
and to see why the lamp went out and discovered that the bulb was fine and the switch hadn’t
been turned. The lamp was unplugged with the cord laying
a little away from the outlet as if someone had yanked it out. We have no idea how this could’ve happened
accidentally since there were no animals around. After that, we decided to get rid of the ouija
board. We ended up only getting rid of the oracle,
though, because we couldn’t find the board. To this day, we have no idea where the board
is but Mary and I can point out the exact spot we tossed the oracle. I think this is a problem because we never
said “Goodbye.” Mary and I are still very good friends and
she helped me piece together the story as I couldn’t remember some details. Even today every now and then we, more so
Mary than myself, experience things that probably shouldn’t happen. I can’t believe I’m typing this. Please anyone listening bare with me. I hate telling this story. I’ve been having really bad nightmares the
last few days. Waking up sweating and crying. Not directly related but I guess there’s no
better time than today to share. And before anyone talks crap I already know
my whole account sounds paranormal-cliche which is why I hate sharing it, but in my
memory this is the creepiest of the many events I have endured. And this is not a “fake story” This happened
to me, and my family witnessed. I was in 5th grade, what ever age 5th graders
are. Incredibly happy time in my life. Best of my childhood. My Mom and I recently moved from the High
Sierra Nevadas to live with my eldest Aunt in her old Victorian 15 mins from San Francisco. I have since learned my Aunt had experienced
some crazy demonic sh*t in her 20’s, and at the time (her 50’s) she was deeply religious. Going to church every day. She rotated between the Catholic Church and
Non Denom Christian church. Anyway Mom and I had lived off the grid so
long I was way behind in my Catholic studies. I enrolled in our local Catholic school but
I was not recognized as a full member since I had never been through catechism. My Aunt insisted I be baptized. My whole family came out to watch me be baptized
at the Christian Church, I got all dressed up and afterwards the church gave me a handmade
wooden crucifix. The baptism itself went uneventful in my memory. “Do you denounce Satan and all his works…” “YES” Typical baptism. Pastor walked me into the warm pool, Complete
submersion. The only thing odd was afterward many family
and strangers came up to me laughing. From their perspective I had gasped loudly
enough they thought I must have slipped into the pool and nearly drown. But I never have remembered it that way. That night we had a small family celebration
at our house. I can’t remember being happier in all my short
life. My Mom helped me nail my new crucifix above
my bedroom door. Bedtime. My bedroom was a smallish room attached to
the basement. My Mom and Aunt had the two upstairs “masters”
and my 16yr old cousin had the 1 small bedroom on the main floor, my other cousin 19yrs was
sleeping on the couch for the night. Mom tucked me in after we nailed my new cross
above my doorway. In my room was a gigantic antique wooden armoire
that came with the house. It was too huge and heavy to move or my Aunt
would have had it in her room. No one could figure out a way to get it out
without dismantling it. God knows how it ever made its gigantic ass
in there in the first place. I fell asleep. At some point I woke up to a massive earthquake. The whole room was violently shaking. I tried to make it to the doorway but everything
was shaking so hard I had to drop and cover. Pieces of the ceiling fell on and around me. The massive armoire moved a good 3-4 feet
from the wall and the doors swung open and closed. My cross was forced out of the wall and landed
on the floor. When the shaking stopped I ran upstairs. I was screaming for my Mom. My cousin jumped up off the couch and thought
someone was breaking in. By now the whole fam damnily is gathered in
the living room and no one but me felt any earthquake. They told me to calm down it was just a nightmare. I screamed at them NO, NO Nightmare this just
happened. I told them pieces of ceiling fell on me! When they all walked me back to bed they saw
the room. Cross on the floor. Ceiling chunks everywhere. Now my older cousin is pissed at me, accusing
me of pranking. I was crying. They didn’t believe me. Until they tried to put the armoire back in
place. No matter how they tried it would not budge. It was huge and heavy and they realized no
75lb girl could have possibly moved it that far away from the wall. They collectively could not move it back. So that was the last night anyone ever slept
in that room. My Aunt had the priest come a few days later. I don’t remember much after. Except no one was ever permitted to sleep
in that room again. Hey everyone, if you enjoyed this video you’re
bound to like what my friend Dark5 just uploaded 5 Real Life Ouija Board Nightmares. Link will be on screen and in the description,
I highly recommend you go check it out Also, be sure to check out my last video incase
you missed it. Thanks for watching

100 comments

  1. If you're in a wooded area using that board and your car breaks down, why the fuck would you separate and leave your friends behind?! Or why would you stay, specially if you're a female. . "Dog, I'm coming with you, I'll get my car in the morning"

  2. Fantastic story – the armoire moved on its own?! Chunks of ceiling falling down?! That is pretty terrifying. Something weird going on there!

  3. i love listening to these when i chat on discord and even have a channel to post it in my server to share. also gaming is great for these.

  4. In the first story, the entity in the Ouija board was trying to warn the chick about the woman in the truck who most likely cut her engine in order to abduct her for human trafficking.

  5. I've had serious stuff happen in my life, I use my gifts and I am not a Dabbler, I've investigated UFO's, Paranormal, Big Foot, & I am a Witch and as a witch I (we) stay away from these doors, in my youth and lack of research…..lets just say very scarey things happened…..listen to the stories, & Beware….CH awesome job

  6. Omaz definitely isn't Judaeo Christian, not American or Native American, not Asian or Eastern, not European and not Modern Magick either. The closest thing to that name that I could find is Oriax and Orobas.

    Oriax, the 59th spirit, is a great Marquis who appears in the form of a lion.

    High prince of hell, Orobos appears in the form of a beautiful horse or as a man, who speaks of the divine essence.

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drinks:๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบโ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜•โ˜• weapons:๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅข stuffed animals and friends:๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐Ÿด๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ€๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป

  8. Ok I got a story for you once upon a time my brother bought a ouji board and he decided to play with my other brother a aunt and my aunt forgot to day goodbye and the ghost followed her Intel she never talk ever

  9. Not going to lie, when my best friend and I used to use the Ouija board. We always got Zozo and it would often try and say it's from Dean or Sam or freaking creepypasta characters. Pretty sure she was messing with me but she always said she wasn't. I had no reason to doubt her.

  10. My internet has been failing consistently when I watch these paranormal videos… It's like something's telling me not to continue…

  11. Ah man, that text with "yes Satin yes" is unnerving…he could of been part of it and thought it was funny…idk, I can't 100% explain it.

  12. You are awesome man, I really love your videos. They are scary tho. This channel never let's me get bore. Love this Channel.๐Ÿ‘Œ

  13. Iโ€™ve tried to warn people about these but my friends have decided to use them, obviously freaky stuff happened. I donโ€™t ever want to touch one consider I was once 100ish feet away locked eyes with a demonic entity staring back at me. Iโ€™ve been raised in the woods my whole life, I donโ€™t care how fearless you think you are if youโ€™re locked eyes with a black shadow with red eyes, youโ€™d run too.

  14. Is it just me or is the speakers voice scary enough…. I only watch 16 seconds of it then I stopped good bye pples. I'm scared already…

  15. Just listened to one of your videos and your narration is amazing! Keep up the work Iโ€™m definitely subscribing!

  16. I don't know whos crazier, you for reading these crazy things, or me for wanting to hear these crazy things! LOL…I like that you get to it immediately, Thx! Keep up the good work!

  17. Let me help your illiterate arse out
    It's WEEE JAH, not WEEJEE.

    and repeat…

    Wee jah board…
    Wee jah board…
    Wee jah board…

  18. People who don't know enough and r too ignorant r the ones that play with ouji boards……they dont understand how dangerous those boards r and the repercussions of using it…….I'm Christian and I will not use or do anything that could open those doors and let evil through!!!! I have God protecting me but again I will not play with those things!!!!

  19. It's mind boggling that there are many people who still having troubles with paranormal encounters when the solution is very easy, cheap and readily available in your kitchen – salt. Evil spirits averse to it. Salt is a very powerful cleanser. It doesn't matter of what kind of entity you are encountering, whether it's a demon, an elemental, or ghost. It doesn't matter how powerful it is. They literally dissolve upon contact to salt. Yes, they can be killed. Evil spirits may not die naturally but they are not indestructible.

  20. In the first one… The woman is obviously a milf looking for a gangbang. What a bunch of pussies

  21. The most horrifying part of the video was realising I've been pronouncing "armoire" wrong my entire life.

  22. For some reasons, I was always very comfortable with paranormal activities..
    Because when I was younger I was born in a house full of ghosts, my mom even told me that I was talking to one at night always at the same time.
    If I remember my mom told me that she ask the ghost to go away and it never came back..

    Then when I was a little older than that we did move out, and yet again got a fucking haunted house. My older brother was scared to shit when he had to go upstairs. He said there was someone watching him from the stairs, and the stairs we're always the coldest part of the house.. strangely enough I wasn't scared. And still aren't most of the time I ask nicely to leave us alone and it works most of the times.. About 10 years later I was at my grandparent's house and came downstairs to get some pop from the mini fridge, the the rocking chair next to it started moving, so calmly I said: "hello, can you not rock the chair right now? I'm trying to grab something.." Then the chair stopped just like that… Really I don't know why they always listen to me. It's really weird that I have never encountered any evil spirits…..

  23. Bitch called it an Oracle thatโ€™s why you got demons is because youโ€™re using the wrong terminology

  24. THE DARK FORCES WILL GET YOU, AND YOU KNOW IT. THEY AWAIT FOR YOU, ON THE OTHER SIDE, TO FEAST ON YOUR PATHETIC HUMAN SOULS… NOM, NOM! THERE'S NO ETERNAL LIFE… ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

  25. Omaz…Zoma?

    Wow, that's a far drop for a Dragon Quest villain. From Demon Overlord to "I do bit jobs for Lucifer, INCL. harassing teenagers".

  26. Anyone gullible enough to be "scared" by this nonsense needs to GROW UP and stop acting like an idiot child.

  27. i was a skeptic until me and my friend played a ouija board when he was at my house to spend the night don't play a ouija board ever

  28. from where you buy this Ouija board ? Is it really happening these ? If it's than why don't you destroy it all and play with it

  29. Imagine that your comment will still be hear in 100 years. ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ‘ป

  30. Hahaha Facebook police on last night probably looking at my weed pictures on there ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ even the drag bus was looking at it i can tell thay have being looking around thay trying to make Australia a drug free Australia nothing then fresh air hahaha

  31. u like the ghost before the little boy said engine… and the. the car wouldnโ€™t work cuz of the โ€œ engineโ€ she was obviously or most likely the ghost or being possessed she knew ur car broke down and had the cables itโ€™s such a Coincidence

    edit: u like how **

  32. Idk if u guys going to believe me but there is no such thing as ghosts. There is one thing and that is called the jinns. In my religion it says god created three creations. The angels, the human beings and the jinns. Jinns were made out of smokeless firee and angels were of light and us humans beings were made out of clay. If u wanna learn about jinns then just search it up about them. They r real

  33. First story, "my partner…", "my partner…" Who the hell calls their paramour "partner"? Just say girlfriend or boyfriend.

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