Welcome to True Scary Story.

Just a warning.

This story contains depictions of an experience with the Ouija board and potential communication with an entity

whose identity is still being questioned.

Whether you believe that we can communicate or not,

it's entirely up to you.

My name is Edwin,

and here is Molly's true scary story. This story happened in 2014 in Murrieta, California.

I worked at a grocery store.

A couple of my coworkers had gone to this old mining town near Joshua Tree and into these old gold mines.

They brought a weed you board with them and were able to communicate with some minors that had passed in the area.

At the time I was very skeptical about these kinds of things.

I was like, oh, if you guys are ever going to do it again,

I'd be really interested to see what that's like and experience that for myself. A couple weeks later, one of the girls that owned

the Ouigu Board invited me to go with her to her grandmother's grave.

We went to the cemetery around Sunset

and set up a blanket, just a nice little area on top of her grave. The girl that's grandmother's

grave we were at led the whole thing. Me and one other girl were there as well. There were three of us total. We are sitting there.

We all three had our fingers on the planchet. I had mine barely touching it,

hovering it, because I'm skeptical. We sign on the

weiji board. We go to say hello. That's what she told us we're supposed to do.

You sign on. We go to say hello. She starts asking questions. Is there

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