Actually, I'm pretty sure the first time I ever tried a ouija board it was a homemade affair that my bro knocked up and mum played along.
Mind you. Mum liked all that scary stuff. I remember after watching some alien movie or other, we (in this context 'we' almost always refers to me, my bro and mum) went alien hunting. Was well past midnight and the three of us and the dog bundled into the car to go driving about the country lanes on the outskirts of town. We were armed with torches, cheese spread sandwiches and a flask of hot tea (obviously....). I think I was probably about 10 or so.
That was such a fun night. We went down this one lane and it was pitch black, narrow and winding, the only light the two beams from the car; and all that did was cut a little way into the darkness. All of a sudden there's something in the road up ahead. No word of a lie it looked like a body. lol. was some black binliners blown half way into the road. The dog was going mental. Took us a few seconds and a slow approach to realise what it was:P
One brilliant thing about my mum: she really knew how to encourage flights of imaginations and total immersion in whatever fantasy we engaged in.
[eta] it might complete the picture if I add that the car in question was a tiny battered up Mini estate, with no heat. Just three of us and a dog and plumes of breath.
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