I was like 15 or 16. Just a normal night, nothing special. Me, my friend Ethan, and Sarah were hanging out at her place. Everything was pretty standard—pizza, soda, messing around, trying to find something creepy to watch before going to sleep. At some point Sarah goes, “Hey, what if we try a Ouija board?” She said she found it in a closet—like some old one that was probably left behind by the previous owners or something. We all started laughing, like, “Oh yeah, sure, let’s summon a TikTok demon.” But we were bored, so we were like, whatever, let’s do it. We turned off the main lights, sat down the three of us, and put our fingers on the planchette. At first, nothing. Like, literally nothing. We just sat there for five minutes asking dumb questions into the void. And then it moved. Not suddenly. Super slow. Like… just barely sliding. The kind of movement where it feels like one of you is pushing it, but no one wants to admit it. I immediately go, “Okay, who’s moving it?” Ethan says it’s me. Sarah says it’s Ethan. So yeah, we all just blamed each other. We decided to test it. Asked something really simple, like, “How many people are in the room right now?” The planchette stopped. Then it started moving again. Slowly, with pauses. 3 We all kinda looked at each other and laughed, because that didn’t prove anything. Then Ethan goes, “Alright, let’s ask something none of us know.” Sarah asks, “What was the name of the previous owner of this house?” I definitely didn’t know. Ethan didn’t either. The planchette starts moving again. Super slow, letter by letter. We could literally follow it with our eyes. M A R I A And that’s when it got… weird. Sarah didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at the board. Then she suddenly pulled her hands back and went pale. At first we thought she was messing with us, like doing the classic “make it dramatic” thing. But she looked genuinely freaked out. I asked, “Wait… are you serious?” She nodded. And honestly, that’s when I started feeling uneasy. Not like horror-movie scared, just… that weird feeling when something doesn’t make sense and your brain is trying to come up with a normal explanation. We kept going. Not laughing anymore. We asked, “Who are you?” The planchette didn’t move for like twenty seconds. Then slowly started going again. L I V E H E R E Ethan immediately goes, “Okay, this is dumb. One of us is just messing around.” And honestly, that sounded pretty reasonable. I was almost sure it was him. So we decided to stop. Said “goodbye,” took our hands off. And then the weirdest part of the whole night happened. The second we weren’t touching it anymore, the planchette twitched. Not like it slid across the board or anything. Just a tiny movement, toward “GOODBYE.” Like a couple millimeters. That’s it. But all of us saw it. And none of us were touching it. And that part was actually scary. We shut everything down real fast. Turned the lights back on, put the board away in the box. The next day Sarah texted us saying she checked—and the previous owner’s name actually was Maria. And she swears she never told us that before. I’m not saying it was anything supernatural. Maybe one of us really was moving it, or maybe Sarah mentioned the name at some point and we just forgot. But that tiny movement, when no one was touching it… that’s the part that still sticks with me. Because it was just… too weird. And yeah, nobody really believes me. But I wasn’t the only one who saw it.