I did them a lot when I was in my teens with some close friends who were all quite into woo. We had quite a few odd experiences, one night a ‘spirit’ or ‘entity’ spent a couple of hours trying to tell us about the universe and how everyone had a purpose; that we all had a specific skill or ‘gift’ that was more pronounced. I remember mine, because ‘it’ said “People have different frequencies and you hear them.”
We were using a glass on a coffee table with cut out bits of paper for letters and it was moving so fast - when it got going it moved with a rhythm that was smooth and felt very energised; I understand what the PP said about a vibration in the glass. It was certainly not being pushed by me: often someone’s finger would slip off the glass, or one of us would take our hand off to carry on writing down the messages as they came through and the glass would just flow around the table with this swooping, gliding certainty.
One night I was doing a board in my bedroom with two male friends. I think I was about 18. So just the three of us. We got into a long conversation with an entity who said it had taken his own life, and was angling to be able to come back to the physical plane. We asked how he planned to do this and he said that if I were to have sex with one of the men, he would possess him during the act and the resultant baby would be him, reincarnated. We closed that conversation down real quick. The creepy thing was, we were in such a hurry to stop, one of the guys knocked over their glass of water, which spilled onto the carpet. When I looked down, completely freaked out and in a hyper aware state, the wet stain was in the perfect shape of a uterus. I know that sounds completely nuts. That was the last time I did it, because the feeling I had during that session was just naggingly uneasy- it felt strangely plausible that something like that could happen.
I had several months of terrible dreams after that in that room: I would often wake up to find a large raven on the end of my bed, or in the middle of the room standing in a circle of undulating mist. I’d never had nightmares or hallucinations before or since, but it also coincided with a presence appearing in the dining room. Nothing visual, but even my Mum commented on it several times and we both hated going in there alone. There was a definite cold spot in one particular place and an awful, greasy, brooding feeling just by the door. I never told her about the ouija and after about a year the presence just wasn’t there one day.
I can’t really explain my experiences apart from attributing it to an overactive imagination (which I really don’t have!)