When I was 15, my grandma asked me to use a board to contact my uncle who'd died at birth. At first it seemed we were talking to my uncle, but as time went on, the personality of my 'uncle' changed. He got mean and possessive, and finally the spirit told me that it had my uncle and was coming for me. I blacked out for a full minute. When I came to, the light bulbs in the kitchen had popped, and there was glass everywhere. We never played again.
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Stories, Myths and Legends
HorrorMost of these stories are not mine and are written online told by a friend and maybe on occasion ill write my own
