Ok I'm going to his his house tomorrow but imma try to post a summary. He has two stories and I could be mixing up the details. I'll write up a better version tomorrow.

So when he was young he was friends with this real estate lady. The lady said there was a spirit in this one house and that she wants to use a oija board to talk to it. There's this table set up with the oija board on it. The lady says that she will ask the questions and one thump equals no and two equals yes. The lady asks are you here spirit and the table thumped two times. The lady put something under one leg of the table so it could move like that. My grandpa thought the lady was tricking him and moving it so he had the lady get up and the table would still move. They keep asking questions I don't remember what but eventually the lady says table dance and it goes berserk and just spazzes out basically.

What happens next is fucking chilling it's 11 pm here and I'm scared to write this. So my grandpa wants to use a oija board at his house and convinces his mom and sister to do it. I'm fuzzy on the details I'll add more later. Basically they start off is there a spirit present in the room. It awnsers yes on the board. Then it asks to for someone to hold a pen. My grandpas mom holds a pen and her hand starts writing uncontrollably in old cursive that looked nothing like her writing. It was really strange penmanship. It gets written that he was an Indian warrior who was killed in battle and a lot of other stuff. Eventually they ask are you from heaven and it awnsers no. They ask are you scared of God and it awnsers no. Some details gone but my grandpa goes to bed and all night he watches a bunch of orbs circle over his face and he couldn't sleep. There were like 10 of these orbs floating over him. He goes to a pastor the next day and the pastor tells him never to do that again and does some prayers for him.