It was supposed to be a harmless game — a dare on a rainy night.
Four college friends — Mia, Evan, Lara, and Josh — gathered in the old dormitory lounge with nothing but candles, snacks, and an old Ouija board they found in the basement.
“Let’s just see if it works,” Josh said, laughing.
“Yeah,” Mia replied, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a board game, right?”
They had no idea that the game would never truly end.
The First Contact
The planchette moved almost immediately.
Evan thought it was a trick. Lara accused Josh of pushing it. But when everyone lifted their fingers — the planchette kept moving on its own.
WHO ARE YOU? Mia asked aloud.
The board spelled: E-L-I-A-S.
Josh frowned. “That’s creepy. We didn’t even start yet.”
The board shifted again: STAY WITH ME.
A chill filled the room. The candles flickered. Mia whispered, “Maybe we should stop.”
But curiosity outweighed fear.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM? Lara asked.
The board spelled slowly: B-E-L-O-W.
The Spirit That Followed
They ended the session by sliding the planchette to “GOODBYE.” But as Mia reached to blow out the candles, the planchette flew off the board, clattering to the floor.
The candles went out on their own.
That night, Mia couldn’t sleep. Her dorm room lights flickered, and she heard scratching sounds coming from her closet. When she checked nothing was there.
In the morning, Evan called.
“Did you guys… hear that last night? Someone kept whispering my name.”
Josh laughed it off, but by the second night, things turned worse. Lara woke screaming. The mirror in her room had fogged over — with the words STAY WITH ME written from the inside.
The Unending Game
Panicked, they decided to get rid of the board. They took it to the lake and burned it. The fire roared unnaturally high, then extinguished itself, leaving the board untouched.
Josh cursed and kicked it into the lake. The moment it sank, a distant whisper echoed:
“You didn’t say goodbye.”
The next day, Josh disappeared. His phone was found in his room — the last photo on it showed the Ouija board floating on the lake’s surface… with a hand rising from beneath it.
Mia, Lara, and Evan were terrified. They went to a local priest, who warned them,
“Once you open a door to the other side, it doesn’t close unless both sides agree.”
That night, they set the board again. It was waiting in Mia’s room, dry and unburned.
“Elias,” Mia said trembling, “what do you want from us?”
The planchette moved: PLAY.
“What if we stop?”
THEN YOU STAY.
The Final Round
Evan broke down. “We end this now!” he shouted, flipping the board over. The air went ice-cold. Every candle in the room blew out.
From the darkness came a voice — hoarse, echoing, ancient.
“You started the game. You don’t decide when it ends.”
The door slammed shut. The planchette began moving violently, spelling over and over:
S-T-A-Y-W-I-T-H-M-E
Mia screamed. Lara fainted.
And then — silence.
When campus security entered the room the next morning, they found the board in the center of the floor. The planchette rested on one word: FOREVER.
Only Lara survived, hospitalized for trauma. She never spoke again. But every year, on the same night, someone reports hearing whispers from the old dorm —
“Your turn.”
