I've lived in a creepy house my whole life. Years ago, my parents had casually mentioned to me that a couple of the upstairs bedrooms were boarded up when we moved in, but that didn't bother them. They don't believe in paranormal stuff.

The worst part about my house is the basement. It's unfinished and nobody ever goes down there. Oh, and there's a well in the floor that has a hinged wooden door that's been locked since we moved in.

I explained this to one of my friends last weekend when he asked me if there are any scenes from scary movies that resonate with me in normal life. I responded, “Anything that has to do with a haunted house.”

My friend's eyes lit up after I described my house in detail and he suggested we use a ouija board to see what we can find. I tried to protest, but his mind was already made up.

Last night, while my parents were away, my friend came over and excitedly bolted towards my basement. I asked him what he was doing and, without hesitation, he replied that we were going to use the ouija board on top of the door to the well. I reluctantly followed him.

I had never used a ouija board before, but my friend had a number of times. As we placed our fingers on the planchette, I felt a cold touch on my arm begin to guide my movement.

The planchette began moving in a figure eight and, before I could ask my friend what that meant, he mumbled, “That's not good.”

Before we could stop it, the planchette moved and spelled “M-O-R-E-R-E" which didn't mean a thing to either of us until we looked up its Latin translation later that night. Then, it picked "111315", at which point my friend jumped back, as he screamed, “November 13th, 2015 - that's the day my dad died!”

Suddenly, we heard three knocks from underneath the well door. My friend yelled for me to back away, but there was something controlling my movement, so I helplessly watched as I moved the ouija board aside and unlocked the door.

As I lifted the door open, the lights went out. Seconds later, they went back on and I saw very clearly that my friend was having a seizure. That was enough for me to shake off whatever was controlling me and I threw the ouija board down the well, closed the door and locked it.

Almost immediately after I closed the door, my friend stopped convulsing. I helped him up and we promptly went to my friend's house a few blocks away.

When I returned home this morning, I felt compelled to look at the well. As I descended down the basement stairs, I felt a chill down my spine once I realized what lay before me. The door was still locked, but the ouija board rested on top of the door to the well.

I wanted to run back upstairs, but noticed that the planchette was moving and I couldn't control the urge to inch closer to see what it was spelling.

To my horror, it was again moving in a figure eight. As I gasped, it stopped moving. Then it slowly creeped down my board and stopped over the word “goodbye”. The planchette then flung across the room and the lights went out.

I scrambled upstairs and ran out of my house. I'm writing this from my friend's place and neither of us knows what to do. Please take this ouija board away from me, before it's too late.