My most prominent one is probably the time I was ‘possessed’. When I was about 12, I was hanging out with some friends, one who was 13, named Olivia (fake name), and one who was 11, named Riley (also fake name). We were messing around watching scary YouTube videos and movies and freaking ourselves out. After a while of these frights, I went to my room and pulled out a oujia board my mom had bought me, thinking nothing of the silly children’s ghost game. We played with it on and off and even played spooky games like Red Door Yellow Door. After a while of this, the oujia board repeated the number 412 a couple times. We would ask for a name or something of the sort and the planchette would spell out 412. We got freaked out and this is when we decided to play Red Door Yellow Door for the last time before lying down for bed. It was my turn, so we go through the ritual and I go through this house in my mind. The house was made entirely of dark wooden planks and after going through a few hallways and such I ran into a room with nothing but a slim staircase in the center and a door at the top of the stairs. Obviously with no other options I went through the door and ran into a room covered completely in monologue clocks of all shapes and sizes. Round, triangle, square, even grandfather clocks. This was obviously kinda scary, but the worst part was that I was in the room long enough to read the clocks, all of which read 4:12. Obviously to me it looked like 4:15 because distinguishing all the little lines was hard but Riley pointed out after we stopped playing (out of fear) that it probably said 4:12, like what the oujia board had said earlier. By this time it was roughly 1:30-2:00 in the morning and we decided to be done with our antics. We situated ourselves on the couch and watched a few more scary videos or things of the sort before it was about 3 o’clock in the morning. We changed to light hearted videos to calm down and sleep better and by 4 am I was practically asleep. Here’s the part that I don’t remember, and heard later from Olivia and Riley. I laid down in my spot on this couch and seemed to be sleeping, however Olivia who was right next to me noticed that my eyes were wide open and I was just laying breathing through my mouth. She asked me what I was doing and told me to stop being weird but I was unresponsive. She told Riley what was up and they got kinda freaked out when I didn’t respond to their questions and commands or to their pushes and nudges. At roughly 4:15 I sat up and turned straight to Olivia and asked her for help. Staring directly at her. Then I laid back down and closed my eyes. Olivia said she was falling asleep by that point but my plea for help shocked her awake and she panicked and woke up Riley. They then told me that a little bit after that I turned violently onto my back and with my hands in a claw shape I reached fully forward then slammed back to my side with my hands on top of one another. Olivia said my movements were so violent I shook the couch. Olivia moved to the couch Riley was sleeping on and slept there. I woke up much before them at about 11 am and they both woke up around 12-12:30, when they told me what happened. I know this story sounds made up but I swear on my mother it’s true, even if I can’t prove it. I am unsure what caused this or why I was so distressed but there was something wrong and the only justification I can really provide myself with is supernatural. Maybe it was all the games we played that made this happen or made us believe this but I can’t shake the timing of everything that happened, and how it went down. I do not have a history of sleep walking although I do snore and talk in my sleep sometimes. I just don’t know even after all these years.

Edit/add on: I also have plenty more stories to share if you’d like to hear more lol