A date with the ouija board

Ok...Firstly, let me tell you that I don't really believe in ghosts 'cos I haven't seen one till now (as you know, seeing is believing; I might start believing if I ever see one...Who knows?). But, I really find stories of ghost-sightings interesting; I constantly search for articles relating ghosts to science.

Some years back, I read about the ouija board somewhere. Many people claimed to have communicated with spirits using that. I started searching for more info and came across the websites of many manufacturers of the ouija board (they really want to take communication a step further!). There were pictures of many boards which came in different colours and designs and of course, with different price tags. Then I chanced upon an article which said that one could prepare a board oneself and that the board need not be a board literally; it could be a mere sheet of paper with the necessary characters written on it(A to Z, 0 to 9). In addition, one also needed an object to be used as a pointer( technically called a 'planchette'). It also said that one would either invoke a good or an evil spirit depending on the spot chosen for this purpose( according to the article, the bed you sleep in is the dirtiest place to carry out the experiment in; it would result in the appearance of evil spirits).

As you guessed, I made my own ouija board...tearing off a sheet of paper from a notebook and writing A - Z and 0 - 9 on it. I chose an eraser to act as a planchette( I couldn't find anything else). It was a Sunday afternoon and my mom and dad were out of town. I wanted to meet a noble spirit( though I seriously doubted this experiment would come off), so the place I chose was...ahem...the puja-room of the house. I lit a candle, set my 'ouija board' neatly on the floor, and then placed my 'planchette' on it. I closed my eyes and started the 'invocation'. I was hoping that something would happen 'cos an occult encounter would give me a break from the boredom of my monotonous life. Well...I spent one hour doing this, but the planchette didn't move even an inch( or even a millionth of a millimetre for that matter; in short it didn't budge). My patience had died out; I was like...'tch'(I didn't know the F-word then, else that would have been the cuss word I guess...hehehe...). I tore the sheet of paper and threw it into the bin, went to my room and threw myself in bed (no, I wasn't crying) and fell asleep. Sigh...life was back to monotony...