Was Lucifer in our Flat?

What I am about to tell you is not easy for me to explain. I've never been a firm believer in the paranormal (unlike my wife who has always been curious about the Ouija board ever since she heard a story from her mother) up until what I'm about to tell you happened.

For three days in October 2009 my wife and I experienced what could only be described as demonic activity in our third floor flat, which we had not long moved into. After countless evenings of boredom my wife suggested that we make our own Ouija board and see for ourselves if it worked.

We made the Ouija board using a pizza box we had from the night before and using a site on the internet as a guide, we used a marker pen to draw out the board. We laid the board on the coffee table and lit some candles. Using a small glass as the planchette we started asking the typical questions like "Is there anybody here with us?" etc. After ten minutes of asking these questions and not getting any answers we decided to give up. We blew out the candles and placed the Ouija board on the floor out of the way.

It was now around 9:30 pm when the phone rang, it was my mate Ben, he wanted to know if he could borrow a DVD which he and his girlfriend hadn't seen yet. Being the good friend that I am, I said I'd drop it off right away. My wife came with me for company. This is where the story gets interesting. As we were driving back towards the flat my wife was the first to notice that there was someone standing on our balcony. At first we thought it was the second floor until we realized it was definitely ours. We then thought it must have been our landlord checking in on us, but when we got to the front door of the flat it was locked.

We went inside and found that nobody was there and I immediately phoned the landlord. I felt quite bad because he asked me what the problem was as I had just woken him up. I didn't tell him anything at this point. We then went to the second floor where the director of the building lives and asked if he had been in the flat to which he replied "no". We went back up to the flat and noticed that the Ouija board had been moved back on to the coffee table with the letters C-E-F-I-L-R-U scratched out and the glass had been split in two.

We both freaked out at this point and in a panic I grabbed the bored, ripped it up and threw it in the bin. Looking back I wish I hadn't ripped the board up because the next two days for us was completely dreadful.

Sent in by Chris John, Copyright 2010