Was on my jack in my sister's, house sitting. She'd bought a board from a car boot sale and it was just there, so I picked it up.
Was about 11pm and I had it on my knee, sat in a chair. So I go about it the way you see on the telly etc. I'm not unaware of all the stories around the boards, I've been interested in that sort of stuff since I was a teenager, I was about late twenties at thetime.
So I start off with 'is there anybody there?'. A few times, nothing. I asked again and the planchette, pointy thing, shifts to yes. Now I had my fingers on it lightly, but I brushed it off as subconscious, more on that later.
The questions sort of develop from there and from the response you ask the next. The name I was given was John, not an uncommon name obviously. He died during the first world war, 1916 iirc. My obvious thinking at this time was again, my subconscious developing, but I would have expected the death to have been an obvious shot on a field in battle, but it had said it was in the merchant navy, at sea and to do with a snapped rope.
All of this time I swear I wasn't prompting the planchette or directing it, just going with it.
Suddenly the mood changed and I was being asked questions, something I definitely hadn't been expecting and hadn't even considered. It became personal and then abusive and then I felt a sort of presence, with me, about me. It wasn't the same character I'd been dealing with, but this seemed dark and nasty.
I got freaked out and put the board down, somewhere it couldn't move, and put the planchette id a different place, thinking if they were seperate it couldn't 'work' on its own, seems daft now. But I would never go near one again, freaked me out completely.
So there you go, don't dabble.
@kev too, I went to work ffs
