I Hosted A Late Night Radio Show In College And I Received Some Creepy And Bizarre Phone Calls That Continue To Haunt Me Today

The planchet immediately glided over to the picture of the sun at the top left of the board.

“Okay, sun means good.”

Becky furrowed her brow. “Are you sure? Because the sun is super hot, like hell. That doesn’t make sense.”

Johanna scoffed at Becky, “The moon is a freezing-cold rock in the vacuum of space. How is that any better?”

Kate shushed both of them and tried to re-focus herself, her eyes slowly closing as she asked, “What is your name?”

The planchet began to spell something out…


Johanna finished transcribing and frowned at them. “You guys are messing with me, right?”

Becky was still staring down at the board in slack-jawed amazement. “I’m barely even touching it.”

Kate opened one eye and said “Why? What’d it spell?”

Johanna raised the notepad for her to see the name and Kate turned to glare at Becky. She immediately held up both hands and laughed, saying “I swear to god…”

“Don’t take your fingers off the pointer!”

Becky began to place her hands back on the planchet but before she could, the pointer started sliding frantically back and forth across the board as it spelled out another message…


Kate immediately dragged the planchet to GOODBYE and then jumped up and switched on the light. She turned back to look at her friends and saw her own fear mirrored in their expressions. Becky took a deep breath and eventually said, “Well, that was pretty creepy.”

A small torrent of fire suddenly shot up from the Ouija board, burning a hole directly through the sun symbol as all three girls screamed like, well… girls. Kate’s dad charged into the room a moment later brandishing a golf club, wearing nothing but tighty-whities and a t-shirt which read “SHUT UP AND FISH!”

He took one look at the Ouija board on the floor and glared at Kate. “What are you doing messing with that thing? Are you trying to get us both busted?!”

Kate’s dad took the board away and made the girls go to bed, threatening to send her mom up there to see the mess they’d made if he heard one more peep out of them. The girls complied and, despite the terrifying incident that had just occurred, the three of them somehow managed to fall asleep almost immediately.

Kate dreamed that she and Becky and Johanna were all walking through her neighborhood. It was late at night and she had this weird feeling like something was following them. She kept looking over her shoulder to see nothing but the empty sidewalk behind them and each time she would realize that they were getting farther and farther from her house until finally Kate said, “We should go back.”

Johanna shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

From directly behind them an impossibly deep voice replied, “Because I won’t let you.”

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Joel Farrelly

When Joel isn’t writing creepy-ass short stories, he can be found scripting and acting in subversive comedy sketches on YouTube. You can follow Joel on Twitter or support him on Patreon, if you’re into that.

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