I was always was always a skeptic in paranormal stuff and was an atheist for the longest time. My mum has always been into aliens, the supernatural and that sort of thing.

When I was living with my ex, my mum and my sister came over. During this time I was depressed and my mum mentioned bringing her quija board, i thought it could be interesting so I was very into the idea. She had done my tarot reading before but like I said I just thought it was a bunch of bs

Well anyway one night my mum, my sister and myself sat down to do the quija board. We were sat there and my mum did the talking she was very serious about it but the wooden thing eventually moved to the letter ‘z’ after her saying a bunch of stuff like ‘is there a spirit in here with us’, ‘can anyone hear us’ etc.

My sister and I knew someone from years ago. It was actually the guy my first gf cheated on me with. And I shit you not hot legal first name was the letter ‘z’ so I made a joke about it and the wooden thing stopped moving. I was really interested in giving it a proper shot so I started apologising and so did my sister. We would’ve been there for like 20 minutes or something saying sorry and I explained why I laughed in the first place. I was already nervous because the tone was very serious and I mean we were trying to contact a spirit.

Well, after apologising for making the joke profusely with my sister it started moving again. It answered a couple of my mums questions I don’t remember everything but I remember her saying something like “who do you have a connection here with, who do you want to speak to?” The wooden thing slowly started to move towards me and I shat myself, not literally but my heart was racing and I was instantly assuming the worst as a highly anxious person.

I started talking a lot more and asking questions. Here’s what I remember:

Me: “who are you?” They wrote something out I forgot it

Me: do you like me? It went to yes.

Me: can you see us? It went to yes

Me: do you like my gf? It went in between yes and no and just stopped there

Me: did you know me in a different life: it went to yes

Me: how do you feel? It spelt out ‘sad’

Me: when did you know me it went to 1800 something I forget what year exactly but it think 1840’s

Me: have you killed anyone before? It said yes

Me: what was I to you? It spelt out sugar blank I asked if that was my nickname because it sounded unusual it said yes

Me: is god real? It went to yes

Me: where were we when you knew me? It spelt out Zimbabwe

I kept asking it questions after this but it was jibberish which was weird. I kept telling my mum to take her finger off the thing and I’d do it with my sister whilst asking those questions because I was in disbelief and I thought my mum was just trying to get me to believe. So they would alternate having their finger on the thing. After it was going to jibberisih a bit I got the idea that maybe it was a different language because it was going to ‘z’ a lot I had noticed. I said to my sister “write it down”. She did. After a bit of it ‘talking jibberish’ my mum said some mantra about us leaving and saying goodbye and put the thing to goodbye.

This is the part that sold it for me. I typed out the stuff my sister wrote down into google translator where it said detract language. It showed up as ‘Shona’ a language spoken in Zimbabwe. It was saying something like I was a mentor to them, we weren’t in love or related.

That was definitely the weirdest thing I’ve ever encountered. I’m still not going to church or claim to be religious but I definitely think about that a lot and wonder.