Me and my family decided to move down to Brazil for a month or two in September of 2007. We ended up staying longer, but that's another story. And if we didn't I wouldn't have this story to tell.

In November, my Great-Grandmother died, to everyone's dismay. And in December was when I brought the idea to play the Ouija game to contact our deceased family members. Since my mom's side of the family is very sensitive to the Paranormal, and so am I, I thought we should give it a try. We got a glass cup, cut the alphabet out along with the words Yes, No and Goodbye, and the numbers 0-9. We arranged the paper in a circle and placed the cup in the middle. So, being interested in witchcraft, I opened up a circle in my mind and asked for a photo of my Great-Grandmother. I called her name, and some spirit who we believed was her, came in the cup. And she went slowly to say goodbye. But the eerie part began when I called my uncle. He was telling us about how much he loved the place he was in now, and all the good things and giving us advice. And then along comes my aunt asking if he was with her Grandmother, and immediately, the aura around the room changed. It was as if the room was set in Russia during the winter.

The cup began to get rigid and was losing strength, and he responded yes. And then the cup began to go around the circle, faster and faster every time it made a circle. And suddenly, it stopped. Then it began to spell the words, E-U S-O-U O D-I-A-B-O. Which in English means, I am the devil. And the cup started going faster and faster, about to break. And my mother felt that this was a very strong spirit, and she told everyone. And since in this game, you cannot leave without them saying goodbye, everyone started to scream for the spirit to leave. And finally, the spirit said bye.

We quickly gathered the letters and placed it inside the cup, to smash it and burn it later.

But, when everyone was about to leave the room, my grandmother comes in and starts talking to us about the game, and it's for us never to do it again. And while my Mom, my cousin and I were listening and standing in front of the bed, the cup in my mom's hand explodes and something that felt like a tail just smashed us three on the bed. After many screams, my grandmother turns bright red, and starts laughing, almost demoniacally. She threw her head back and just wouldn't stop. She almost stopped breathing until she abruptly stopped.

Then my Grandfather came, and since he used to get possessed at will when he was younger, he started screaming at us telling us we made a mistake and we never should have thought about talking to spirits. And he got up off his chair and we noticed something was wrong. He had a bad limp, which he never had before. And he started muttering something about his angel and walked to his room.

Then my mom, being the driver for everyone, decided to bring everyone back to their homes. And after we crunched up the glass and letters, we drove to a dam, and opened the window to throw the letters away, and since I was scared from what happened just before, I didn't pay attention to what was happening. Something got in my mom and she almost drove into the dam. I guess the screams brought her out.

This experience didn't keep me from not doing this anymore, strangely enough. It was like I got addicted to it, and played every time I went over to my grandmother's house.