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I has rly good ones. + they r so true.
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Spill them.
Last summer a couple of my friends and I were playing a ouija board, and we were talking to this girl named Vicki. She was 13, and said she lived in Miami. She told us that her and her sister were killed by their father. We started asking her a lot of questions, and I figured it was just one of my friends moving the board. There were four of us. She told us her body was burnt after she was killed, her dad was still alive, what street she lived on, her family members names, etc. Eventually the piece started moving VERY fast, and I asked Vicki to show us a sign, if she was really there. The ceiling fan started moving. This freaked out two of my friends and they left. I told Vicki that I had to go, and before I even finished my whole sentence the piece slid to "NO" unearthly fast. I started to panic a little after this, since I had always heard you can't leave a board without permission. Eventually she let us go, and we looked up the street she gave us on google. It was an actual street in Miami. It was a very creepy experience.