My cousin and I had a bond that was unmatchable; we understood each other in a way nobody else could, even laughed at one another’s jokes, even though they may not have always been funny. For a long time I struggled with the idea of sleeping over at my aunt’s house, I would get homesick and just have a sense of being watched even when I was alone. I convinced myself one summer to finally have a sleepover with my cousin and do all the things teenage girls would do, paint our nails, talk about boys, do each other’s hair, and play with a Ouija board.

Over the summer I established I was ready to take on sleeping over at my aunt’s house. My cousin was eager to get the day started and we hung out until it got dark. When I went to put away her Monopoly board game my eyes were drawn to her Ouija board, for some reason I felt compelled to play with her. I convinced her that we should play and was excited to speak to the other world and potentially get answers to questions I had looming in the back of my mind. We sat on the floor next to her bed and placed the board down. She explained we had to circle around and ask if anyone was willing to talk to us with our fingers on the planchet. At first, nobody answered us, we were stuck waiting for something to happen and the anticipation was eating away at me. We grew aggravated and decided to get up and get snacks, in all honesty we had forgotten to say goodbye. Looking back now… I wished we did.

We went to the kitchen and grabbed drinks and snacks and got side-tracked watching the TV for a while. After an hour we had grown bored and went back to try the Ouija board one more time. We sat down in the same spots as before but I noticed something that had changed. The planchet was sitting on the moon, I was a little weirded out but didn’t say anything to my cousin because I thought she may have moved it while we were walking out to go get the snacks we wanted. She looked at me and I could tell she wanted to say something but she let it go and we tried again, going in circles asking if anyone was there to talk to us. This time instead of nothing happening, the planchet moved slowly and continued over and over again spelling out “pip”.

Is pip your name? – yes.

Were you once alive? – no.

Shaken up, knowing something was talking to us, we ended the session. We took our hands off the planchet and packed up the game and never spoke of it.

It has been six years since that day and I just got a friend request from an account named pip on discord.