Okay, the sun is up and shining (as much as it can in Seattle).
D., a friend of mine at the time (I didn't keep in touch with him, though he was a very nice guy), and I bought a Ouija board and tried to establish contact with what we called "discarnate memory". We were Christian Scientists at the time and our belief system did not include ghosts. However we believed that the mind left behind recorded thoughts onto places, much like voices on a magnetic tape. We did this in a church at first, and then we made contact with a female presence that changed its name whenever we asked who we were talking to. It felt eerie and unsettling but we couldn't stop doing it.
That first night the board spoke until it went cold. Then D. suggested we go to an abandoned graveyard in the woods of Elsah, Illinois the following afternoon. It took us hours to find it because neither of us had ever been there, but we did and there we sat on the ground near fallen gravestones, and started the session.
On that location, the board spoke a lot. But it just said things that didn't seem connected. I then asked who was speaking and it said "Piggott". I thought the board was misspelling Piglet for some reason, and was amused that a voice thought itself a Winnie the Pooh character. It then started forming sentences.
D. had learned the name "Zemial" from a movie called Warlock and started trying to summon an intelligence by that name.
Here I suspected something was off. I spoke five languages at the time. This was a while back and due to lack of practice I'm nowhere near as fluent nowadays. But one of the languages was French, and D. didn't speak French, only I did, and D. didn't know French.
The board started forming sentences in French, and included my mother's name in some of them. D. didn't know my mother's name.
I felt a truly evil presence building up and then I finally asked again who was speaking.
The Ouija Board spelled out "devil".
It didn't spell out a name like Satan or the aforementioned Zemial or anything recognisable. It spelled out devil but that was enough for me, I panicked. I was ready to leave, I stood up and told him we had to go. He was freaked out too, but not as much as me.
Then it happened. As I am ready to leave the graveyard I see one of the toppled gravestones on the ground. I read the name: "David S. Piggott". I look around and see another one, Reverend Joseph Piggott. Neither of us had seen those names when we came in.
We started to pray quickly and then ran away...
After that night, sleep paralysis haunted me for years. I also began seeing these black dots that converged into a mass of black soot, sometimes taking a distinct shape and attacking me. One time it became Baphomet. Another time a shadow being with the body of a 7 year old girl in a white short-sleeve dress walked into the room as I lie in bed, its head nothing but a wild mass of black soot forming tendrils like seaweed underwater.
This lasted until 2015 when my wife and I started praying together in the name of Jesus for protection every night. We had always prayed often, but didn't make it a habit until then. Then after a while it stopped. The prayers shut the door closed.
I never want to open that door again.
Some people claim they pour gasoline on a ouija board after a bad experience and it still won't burn.
We wrote the Lord's Prayer on the back of ours and left it on a shelf. The following day it was gone. I think someone heard us talk about it and decided to go try it themselves. I pity the fools...