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The Hello and welcome to mini episode 416 of real-life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today, and the last story comes from November

the 3rd, 2024.

And story number one comes from Anonymous. This is back in 2013, 2014, I think.

I'd been learning a lot of stuff about demonology, spiritualism, witchcraft, etc. Amongst all of this

included Ouija boards. History, usage, safety. I'll call it safety if you want to. A few of my friends

thought it would be fun to do one, apparently. For a long time, I put them off because I didn't

think they could be sensible about it, but me being a teen, I finally caved. One of the guys was a couple

of years older and had his own flat, etc.

If you know my family's story about the Anchor Inn in Hayden Bridge in England,

then you know that I'm no stranger to ghosts and hauntings.

Let's name some people first for the story.

Spock, my friend and the guy whose house it was.

Tati my friend, Andy my friend, Porky my cousin, Boab my friend, Mac my friend, and the guy whose house it was. Tati, my friend, Andy my friend,

Porky, my cousin, Boab my friend, Mac, my friend. I guess I'll start from the Monday, eh?

None of us really knew where to get a Ouija board and never had the money to buy one,

so Spock and Tattie approached me about doing a Ouija board on the coming Friday.

This was my first mistake, and the very day after months of refusing, that I finally caved in and said yes to shut them up.

Tuesday. I sourced the wood to make the Ouija board. Nothing significant today. Wednesday.

I started making the Ouija board. I got an old soldering iron and sharpies and started getting artistic making the Ouija board. When I was

burning the letters in, I took a break because my hand was beginning to cramp. The soldering iron

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