Ohio, Toledo circa 1918
An interview of Dolores Muse
I was at a friend's apartment with my parents. During the evening visit, my parents were working an ouija board with the grandparents of my friend. We were in her bedroom. I don't remember exactly what we were playing, but my friend said, "Look, there's Dorothy!" I looked over at the end of the dresser, and I saw her. She was 18 years old. She had long finger curls and brown hair. She wore a pleated skirt and a middie blouse, which looks like a sailor blouse.
Her grandparents were unsurprised when told. They asked me to describe Dorothy and when I told them what they looked like they said, "That's Dorothy." She didn�t look like a normal person. I think she was more like an illusion, kind of blurry but you could describe her.

Ouija and Old Nick by Timberwolf
One night, my sisters and I were messing around with a Ouija board, just asking silly questions and the like. Later on that night, I woke up because I was really cold. I looked at my clock and saw that it was around midnight. I saw something above me. It was only the torso of something, it had no legs and it was the color of dried blood. The torso was very muscular and looked as if it could have crushed me in a second. The face of the thing was what frightened me. It looked as if someone had taken a skull and stretched the skin over it so it looked as it it was about to tear. It had no eyes, but burning lights in the eye sockets. No ears either, but it had two horns coming out of its head just above its eyes. It looked down at me and smiled at me, which looked incredibly horrible because of the way the skin stretched. I fell sound asleep and didn't wake up for the rest of the night.
When I finally woke up the next day, I looked at my clock. It had stopped at exactly 12:00 midnight. It was digital and it wasn't like the power had gone out either. I looked at my watch and it had stopped at the same time (also digital). My personal belief is that the thing I saw that night is the same creature that I share a name with. My name is Nick, and it can be used interchangeably with the devil. I haven't seen it since.

Ouija and Maggie Turner
by Rae-Rae
My friends and I were playing with an Ouija board. We were talking to this girl who said her name was Maggie Turner, and she was 10 years old. She said that she died in 1992 when her mother killed her. She told us that she had lived down the street from one of us. We eventually ended the session and told Kay to ask her parents about it. That Monday at school, Kay came in and told us that she had asked her parents about Maggie Turner and they said that it had actually happened.
Dr. Walter Franklin Prince is well known for his work as Research Officer of the Boston Society for Psychic Research. He wrote an exhaustive volume entitled The Case of Patience Worth, which was published by the above-named society in 1927.
Mrs. Curran was born of British parents at Mound City, Illinois, in 1883. She was uninterested in spiritualism, but one day a friend persuaded her to place her fingers on an ouija board. The communications produced by the board. On the 8th July 1913, communications appeared from a personality calling herself "Patience Worth." These communications were couched in an "archaic and very distinctive and pungent English style, utterly different from the colloquial American of the Middle West." Patience was a strongly marked character with a caustic tongue and an emphatic will of her own and bore no discernible resemblance to Mrs. Curran. In answer to questions, she admitted (she did not seem to be interested in talking about herself) that she had, either in 1649 or 1694, lived on a Dorsetshire farm in England, had crossed to America and had there been murdered by Indians. She proceeded to give, through the ouija board (later supplemented by spoken words) an enormous literary output, largely consisting of fiction, estimated at something like three million words. It included The Sorry Tale, a novel of the time of Christ, Telka, a tale of the Middle Ages, Hope Trueblood, a nineteenth-century story, The Pot upon the Wheel, and a large amount of poetry, impromptu proverbs, prayers, short compositions and conversation. These works were produced in markedly different types of dialect, but with a tendency towards the archaic.
Through her experience with the spirit, she has said that she was "educated to a deeper spiritual understanding and appreciation than I might have acquired by any study I can conceive of." One seems to catch here a faint reflection of mystical experience on a much lower plane. As the writing developed, illustrative pictorial visions accompanied the script.
She has also said that due to the extensive knowledge of the English language of the spirit, she has learned things about writing that she had not previously known before her contact, and her writing abilities have actually improved.