Some friends and I did a very stupid thing years ago.  Just talking about this experience makes me afraid that it could start all over again, but I really do want to discuss it. 

My friends and I were sitting around having a few drinks and we were bored.  We had already played cards etc. and were up for something new.  Someone said it was too bad we didn't have a Ouija Board because they were pretty interesting.  We had all seen one at one time or another in our lives so we decided to make one out of cardboard and use a wine glass upside down for the planchette.  At the time we thought we were lucky that we had a large piece of cardboard at hand.  We used a marker to put all of the lettering on it and had a note pad and pen handy so Maxine could write them down as they came in.  We could figure out later what the answers were to each question.  Betty and I put our forefinger and middle finger of each hand on the upside down base of the wineglass and we were ready to start.
 
Our first question was:  "Is anyone there?"  I was very surprised when the wineglass took off immediately at top speed and went right to the word YES.  I took my fingers off the wine glass, Betty did the same.  I asked her if she had just pushed it there.  She swore she had not, but thought maybe I had because the wineglass took off so fast.  This made sense to me because I had thought the same thing.  We tried another question.  "Who are you?"  Again the wineglass took off and stopped on letters then continued on quickly, we called them out to Maxine who was writing them down.  When it stopped we again removed our fingers from the wine glass.  The message we received was this person's name was Tim, there was a last name too but it is now long forgotten.  The next question we asked was: "How did you die?"  The answer came that he had been walking over the single car  wooden bridge that spanned the railroad tracks on Southdale Rd. (London, ON Canada).  It had been night and the car had not seen him.  When he was hit his body was thrown over into the graveyard at the side of the bridge.  We all just lived down the street from this accident site.  ***The bridge was long gone by then but I could remember one had been where he said.  We asked if there was anyone he wanted us to contact for him to give them a message, he said NO, then GOODBYE.  We sat around and talked about what had just happened and how we felt sorry for Tim dying as he had.  I told Betty and Maxie about the bridge because they were not around the area when it was still there. 
 
***As a kid I had been in the car with my mother when she had used the bridge.  She was always afraid of taking it because it was very rickety and because only one car at a time could go over it.  The center of the bridge was so high you could not see if another car was on its' way, or if someone was walking there.  The bridge was also on a curve.  It was dangerous in the daytime but worse at night if someone driving was unaware of it being there.  Depending on which way the car was headed sometimes there were accidents where cars would end up in the graveyard or in the brush on the other side.  Even after the bridge was removed there was the same problem of cars driving off the road into the bush or graveyard at night because the curve was so sharp.  You could always tell when it had happened again because the fence around the graveyard would be broken and tomb stones were toppled.  Betty and Maxie was aware of this too.
 
We talked and joked about many subjects as we had a few more drinks, then we decided to see if we could get someone else to talk to us on the Ouija board.  We should have known something was wrong right away because as the wine glass took off to give us an answer it toppled over.  We still had our fingers on the base of the glass and went with it, just before it actually touched the board it righted its' self and continued on to YES.  Once it got there Betty and I both took our fingers from the glass.  We had been watching each other as the glass started to tip, and we were both startled when it stood up again.  We were shaken and could not believe it.  We both agreed it felt like someone had grabbed the glass and sat it upright as we were toppling with it.  We talked about this a bit and got our selves calmed down.  We were unsure whether to proceed after that even though it had indicated YES someone was there.  The phone rang and I left the table and went to the living room to answer it.  I could reach the phone from the doorway of the living room as it was sitting on a table right beside it.  It was my mom, I told her I had company and couldn't chat long but could call her back.  As I was leaning on the living room doorway I could see into the living room.  I had a blanket folded up on one end of the couch, it was hanging over the seat.  The part of the blanket that was hanging over the seat suddenly moved as if someone had walked by and brushed it with their leg.  As soon as I got off the phone I went back to the dining room and told Betty and Max what had just happened.  They were skeptical, I suggested we should try the board again and ask whoever it was if they had gone into the living room and moved the blanket.  We did, it said YES!  We were all totally freaked out!  It is one thing to talk to someone on the board it is another to have their physical presence in your house.  Plus Betty and Maxine would leave sooner or later and I would be left alone with it.  I was definitely not looking forward to that eventually!  We figured we better ask some more questions to try and figure out who or what we were dealing with.  We asked: "What is your name?"  It did not give us a name but raced around the board picking out letters that we called out to Maxie to write down.  When it stopped we figured out what the message said.  It said:  "I like that joke you made about Betty, Angie middle name last name.  We were not sure what joke it was talking about and I would not make a joke about someone, tease them yes.  But how did this thing know my whole name, not once in our conversations was it ever mentioned.  I was feeling queasy about the entire thing.  Betty wanted to know what it was talking about so we asked: " What joke?"  It replied:  "About Betty having big boobs, I like that!"  I did say something about her boobs earlier in our conversation after we had made contact with Tim.  It came about like this.  Betty was upset because she didn't have a boyfriend.  I had teased her and said: " I wouldn't worry too much about finding one.  After all you are very pretty, have a good personality and having those big boobs doesn't hurt your situation for attracting the opposite sex either."  Betty felt better, we all laughed and continued on chatting from there.  Now we knew who or whatever this creature was had been hanging around for awhile waiting to let it's presence be known.  All of us were really creeped out now, especially me.  It's in my house!  Since we had not expected something like this to happen we had no idea what we should do next or if there was anything we could do about this.  We asked it politely to leave because it was not welcome, its' answer was NO!  We stopped but it was probably way too late for us by the time we made that Ouija board and sat the wine glass on it and asked our first question.  We had opened a door we didn't know how to close.
 
The next six months of my life was a nightmare.  Betty and Maxie had problems too but not near as bad.  They both had things move from where they were placed, sometimes never to be found.  Once Betty swore a doll that was sitting on her bed got up and started to walk towards her.  She left the room screaming.
 
I on the other hand had nightmares every night.  The first night I dreamt that I was downstairs watching TV when I could hear what sounded like a bunch of people partying in my bedroom.  I went upstairs, my bedroom door was shut.  I opened it and found all the furniture was gone but there were hoards of people all over the room doing things that I could not even have imagined.  This really pissed me off.  I told the lot of them to get the hell out of my house.  They told me they were invited and too bad if I didn't like it!  No amount of arguing or yelling swayed them in anyway.  They told me to get out!  I woke from this dream very frustrated and upset.  I got up and had a cup of tea.  These people were having an orgy in my room.  I had been married when I was eighteen but two years later we separated.  We were just too young to get married.  My husband was pretty much as inexperienced as I was in sexual matters and although I had heard of an orgy I sure as heck had never seen one until this dream.  The dream was so real, I felt dirty for what I had witnessed.  I was angry because I couldn't get them to stop and get out!  I thought that the spirit that we had been unable to get to leave had invited all these other creatures in and if this is what they thought was fun they had to be pretty evil.  I know they tell you that dreams only last for a few seconds but I believe this is not true of supernatural dreams.  Every time I went to sleep the dream would continue from where it had left off the last time I woke up.  Each one of these dreams were terrifying in their own way.  I particularly remember the ones that I was levitated to the ceiling in the upstairs hallway and could not get down.  It was dark and I knew someone was coming after me but I could not see who, I always thought it was the devil himself.  As I said these dreams went on for six months but even in the day time things  would happen.
 
Unless I had company and pulled the table to the center of the dining room I would keep the table against the wall underneath the window.  At the back of the table I kept a silver tray with the teapot in the center, cream and sugar on either side.  One day when I was in the living room watching TV I heard something rolling around on the table.  By the time I ran from the living room to the kitchen the noise stopped abruptly.  What I found was the teapot with the lid removed on its' side on the floor.  The teapot was not broken, it was as if someone had placed it there gently.  I heard no smashing sounds either to indicate something had hit the floor.  On the table I found the lid sitting off the tray.  The creamer was off the tray also sitting upright.  The sugar bowl was still on the tray but it was broken in half sugar spilling out. Why did I even hear anything rolling on the table.  If it was the teapot the handle and spout would have stopped it.  I did tell someone about this and they thought it was proof that it was some kind of demon occurrence because everything was backwards from what should have happened.  Unfortunately there were no witness to this but other things happened that others did witness.
 
For one thing, I asked my girlfriend Diane to check on the house while I was away.  She was very upset when I came back from vacation because she had taken the mail into the house to leave it on the table for me and she had heard someone walking around upstairs.  She had yelled: "Who's there?" and was not answered.  She was really spooked and got the heck out.  She was the only one with a key except me.  We checked all the windows and doors together and they were not tampered with in any way.  She would not check on the house again after that.  It does not need to be night time for spooky things to happen.
 
The next event was one day when I had some girlfriends visiting.  It was early afternoon.  We were all in the living room when my boyfriend showed up, he had a package with him.  He came in and said Hi to everyone then asked if he could talk to me alone.  We went into the dining room and he gave me the package.  He said it was something I had asked him for and he hoped I would like it.  I opened it, it was a very nice portrait of him.  I hugged him and thanked him, he asked where I would keep it.  I told him on my night table so I could see his face every morning when I woke up.  I went upstairs and he followed, I put his picture on the night table.  We sat on the bed and talked about the picture a bit when we saw the shadow of someone cross the hall and enter the bathroom.  We could see the hallway easily from our position, but we didn't hear the bathroom door close.  He asked me who that was, I told him I didn't know I had only seen their shadow and had felt the air stir from their passing by.  He said that he had only caught the same thing.  Everyone that was visiting was short and the shadow looked quite large.  We figured we would see who it was when they came out.  No one did.  We went in the hallway and the bathroom door was open.  No one was inside.  We went downstairs and asked everyone if they had gone upstairs.  No one had.
 
My brother Vincent came to stay with me for awhile because he was having problems getting along with mom at home.  He was sleeping downstairs on the couch but one night he came up to talk to me after I had gone to bed.  For months I had been living with the specter of someone walking the perimeter of my bed. This would always start about 10 minutes after I was in bed.  The first few times I stayed awake for hours waiting for it to stop.  Then I figured it was not hurting me in anyway, just kind of guarding so I got used to it and didn't worry about it any more.  I actually thought It was someone guarding me because the dreams stopped.  When Vincent came up the guard had been walking but stopped when he got to the door.  He asked if he could come in to talk and I said sure.  He sat on the end of my bed and we talked about this and that.  He was there about 10 min. and guess what, the guard started walking again.  I was not sure that it would with my brother in the room.  It went on from the far side of the bed up to where my brother was sitting.  My brother jumped off the bed and asked me:  "What the heck is that?"  I said: "I don't know, you tell me."  As soon as he jumped off the bed it stopped.  Vincent started walking around the bed hitting all the pressure points that made the floor squeak.  He said he had heard all these points being stepped on.  He though it sounded like someone wearing hard soled shoes was walking around my bed.  He never did come up with an answer but 10 min. after he left it started again.
 
I was very glad to move out of that house and don't know nor do I care to if these events continued on.  The next place I moved to did have things happen but much less extreme.  I will never play with a Ouija Board again.

Thanks for your story Angie.  I can't imagine going through what you did.   I'm glad you got out of there! 

Update: date given 1977 near Southdale and Pondmills Road.